In order to break off the engagement, I made CEO Bingshan cry.

Somewhere high in the hospital.

With the support of her son, Mrs. Xia went downstairs with her waist bent.

She raised her crutches and pointed at the door of the hospital: "Is that energetic young man Zhang Xiangbei?"

Xia Chu smiled slightly and said with a calm look: "Yes, he is our famous General Zhang in China, and he is also my little brother."

"It's not as evil as the rumors you usually spread. Aren't you a decent and generous young man?" A look of admiration flashed across Mrs. Xia's old face.

"Most of the time, he's pretty evil," Xia Chu lamented, not trying to embellish it just because he had a close relationship with Zhang Xiangbei. "Maybe it's not his home court today, and he doesn't want to steal his father's limelight."

"You old guys can't blame this young man entirely."

Mrs. Xia, who was over ninety years old, trembled downstairs, taking a breath every step of the way, and said tiredly: "You can't ask people to be tough to the outside world, but pretend to be a grandson to the inside, right? After a long time, normal people will have schizophrenia."

Xia Chu smiled and said: "Of course, I respect him quite a lot, and he is quite polite to me, an old dog."

After a pause, Xia Chu looked solemn and said hesitantly: "Mother, why don't you stay in the hospital for a while?"

Xia Chu didn't say anything clearly.

But after all, I haven’t seen him for twenty years.

Even if it is a farewell before execution, the time spent here is too short, and there is no time to say goodbye.

With Brother Dazhi's admiration for my mother, and even his friendship with Xia Chu, I can stay as long as I want, and Brother Dazhi doesn't have a problem with it.

"You still think you have caused Dazhi not enough trouble over the years?" Mrs. Xia stopped, took a few breaths, her expression was calm, but her eyes were full of determination. "If I want to be there, what does Dazhi think? Does he think that I, an old woman, am putting pressure on him?"

Xia Chu looked bitter and nodded slightly.

There is a reason why those old people who have come down from the battlefield and are so old that they are respected by others.

This is true for me, and so is that old lady Han in Binhai.

Although he is older, his vision is more accurate than anyone else's, and his mind is clearer than anyone else's.

"I'm not someone who can't let go of your mother."

Mrs. Xia took the Huazi from her son and slowly lit it. With her old and skinny fingers, she flicked the cigarette ashes and said calmly: "Dazhi has always attached great importance to love and righteousness since he was a child. I am here, but he is afraid of me." My heart hurts and I can’t do anything.”

Xia Chu's face was solemn, and he tightly supported the old lady who crawled out from the pile of dead people. His eyes were wet and he said: "Mom, I am not a brother. I will listen to you all my life."

"Good son."

Xia Chu's throat was sore.

This situation made even him, his younger brother, feel uncomfortable.

Not to mention my mother?

After all, it was a piece of flesh cut off from the body of a ten-month pregnant woman.

As a mother, no matter how much you hate it, you can never really let it go.

But the old lady is his Xia Chu's mother.

She is a role model that he has been admiring and learning from all his life.

He is a veteran who wears out his clothes and mends them and wears them again. He is a veteran who can wear a pair of old cloth shoes for more than ten years. The soles are as thin as a piece of paper and he is reluctant to throw them away.

She is an old woman who has worn straw sandals and suffered great hardships.

He is a warrior who breaks his teeth and swallows blood.

No matter how tenacious she is, Xia Chu is not surprised.

"Mom, let's go home."

Xia Chu's eyes turned red, and he helped his mother leave without looking back.

on the corridor.

Xia Hou, who was covered with bruises, watched his mother go away.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Brother Dazhi, who was standing aside with a cigarette in his mouth, leaned on the guardrail and watched the old lady go downstairs with calm eyes.

"What a wonderful lady." Brother Dazhi exhaled thick smoke with envy on his face. "Look at how injured your mother is. Even an outsider like me can't stand it."

Xia Hou took a deep breath of cold air and said in a stiff tone: "She didn't get fair treatment back then, and her husband died early. She has been helpless all her life and has saved nothing."

"An old lady can wear a pair of shoes for more than ten years, and a pair of socks from decades ago can be mended in more than a dozen colors, which are brighter than the rainbow."

"Why is she saving all that stuff? Does she need it?"

Xiahou's body trembled slightly.

Many childhood images come to mind.

The Xia family, an orphan and a widower, had not been wealthy since they were young. The big shots who came to the house with chickens, ducks, fish and meat would always carry as many things as they came.

Occasionally, I can carry away a few boxes of mung bean cakes that I can’t bear to eat myself.

I usually accompany my mother out for a walk or a walk. When anyone sees me, they can't help but come over to say hello and inquire about her welfare.

I want to be strong all my life, and never take a single step from anyone else. Xiahou understands, but doesn't accept it.

So when he first started on the road, those uncles and uncles who treated him differently would spare no effort to help him and support him.

He climbed very fast and very high.

He is so high that even my mother has to call him "boss" according to his rank.

Until that year when I made a big mistake.

Until today.

"You tell me more news, or expose another person."

Brother Dazhi put out the cigarette in his hand and tilted his head to look at Xia Hou: "I will let you go and let you go home to reunite with your mother and share a family relationship."

Xia Hou's heart trembled, and suddenly there was a rush of hot blood, rolling all over his body.

"you are right…"

Phew!

Brother Dazhi thrust the fruit knife in his hand into Xiahou's heart.

"is fake?"

Brother Dazhi pulled out a fruit knife and was covered in blood: "Don't you know me well?"