Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

"Jue'er, you're finally here."

Pei Jinchen walked into the familiar house and saw a middle-aged woman lying on the sickbed.

The woman was very thin, and the overall impression she gave was that of being thin and haggard. Pei Jinchen walked into the familiar yet unfamiliar house, with a complex emotion in his heart. He walked slowly, and his eyes involuntarily fell on the middle-aged woman lying on the sickbed in the room.

The woman was very thin, lying on the bed in a sickly manner, as if a gust of wind could blow her down. Her face was as pale as paper, revealing an unconcealable haggardness and fatigue. Her eye sockets were sunken, and her beautiful face became thin. She looked like she had been tortured by illness for a long time and had lost her vitality.

However, when the woman caught a glimpse of Pei Jinchen's figure, her eyes immediately lit up, filled with surprise.

She tried to get up and pour a glass of water for Pei Jinchen, but her body didn't seem to obey her will. She felt completely exhausted after the slightest movement.

Pei Jinchen saw this, and a wave of emotion rose in his heart. He gently held the woman's hand, then sat quietly beside the bed. Although his expression was cold, his voice was obviously softer:

"If you are sick, take a good rest."

Hearing this, a bright light flashed in Chen Shiyue's dead eyes, and she asked excitedly:

"Jue'er, have you forgiven me?"

Pei Jinchen lowered his head and stared at the woman's slightly rough hands in silence.

Chen Shiyue looked at the top of her son's head, and her eyes gradually dimmed.

She knows, she knows.

Juer is still brooding over what happened in the past.

Pei Jinchen naturally knew that Chen Shiyue was in a low mood, but some damage had already been done, and even with the passage of time, it was still there and could not be relieved.

When Pei Jinchen came, he had already found the neighbor and the doctor who treated Chen Shiyue and learned about the situation.

He didn't know that after only eight years of not seeing each other, the woman had turned him into this state.

Mingming clearly left that year, although her eyes were blurred with tears, she looked in good spirits and was in good health.

However, after not seeing each other for eight years, he had lost a lot of weight, and Pei Jinchen felt very complicated.

Maybe it's because of illness.

Although he gradually realized that life in this world is not easy for everyone, he still couldn't let go of the hurdle in his heart.

Although he had never seen Chen Shiyue since leaving home, Pei Jinchen would still inquire about Chen Shiyue's news and ask his friends in Jingzhou to take care of her.

A big part of the reason he was angry that year was because of himself.

If it weren't for him, she wouldn't have remarried twice and worked as a farmhand to earn money. She wouldn't have ended up working as a backdoor agent and endured the strange looks of the world.

This world places too many restrictions on women and makes too many demands. He and she parted unhappily.

Not long after, 12-year-old Pei Jinchen saw Chen Shiyue wearing a crimson cheongsam again.

However, she said nothing and avoided apologizing for her problems. Her gentle eyes were always filled with sad apology.

The young Pei Jinchen hated this feeling very much. He didn't want to argue with her because quarrels would hurt feelings.

That time, the two parted unhappily again.

After that meeting eight years ago, the young Pei Jinchen returned to the opera troupe, and then followed the old master Bai to travel around the country and perform in various places.

He and Chen Shiyue never met again until this time.

Chen Shiyue was still wearing the scarlet cheongsam she wore when they met that time.

It has been eight years and although the cheongsam is a little old, it can be seen that it has been well preserved.

It’s just that the woman was too thin, and the cheongsam was too loose for her and didn’t fit her as well as before.

Pei Jinchen was deeply impressed by this cheongsam, which was chosen by his biological father for his mother before his death.

Chen Shiyue had always been reluctant to wear it. As far as he could remember, he had only worn it five times: once on his fifth birthday, once on the day his father passed away, and twice when he was living with his two stepfathers, on the day before his father's death.

The fifth time was eight years ago when the two of them parted on bad terms.

Pei Jinchen poured a cup of hot water for Chen Shiyue and handed it to her:

"Second Aunt Qiao and Doctor Qiao have already explained the situation to me. You should take good care of yourself and don't worry too much."

Taking the cup, Chen Shiyue raised her eyes and looked at her son's expression carefully. Her heart was filled with joy and bitterness. She nodded gently and wanted to say something, but thinking of their current relationship, she didn't want to make things too awkward, so she only said one word:

"it is good."

Pei Jinchen naturally also saw the woman's actions and expression. The two looked at each other for a long time without saying anything.

We also avoided some topics and knew everything about each other.

Chen Shiyue drank the warm water in big gulps, and her brows relaxed a little.

"Don't worry, I'll be here these days."

Chen Shiyue paused while drinking water. The few strands of silver hair on her forehead seemed to become softer and brighter, and her eyes also had a few more glimmers of joy:

"Okay. Listen to Jue'er."

When Pei Jinchen heard this, the fingers hanging on his legs moved slightly.

He tilted his head, unsure of what to say.

Suddenly my eyes caught sight of a pot of white daisies on the table opposite. They were dry and wilted, just like a woman, gradually losing their vitality, which was very pitiful.

Chen Shiyue naturally saw her son's eyes fall on the pot of daisies, and said with some pity:

“Flowers bloom and fall without regrets, fate comes and goes like water. It’s a pity that this pot of daisies is not meant for me after all.”

Hearing this, Pei Jinchen's mind moved and he thought of his childhood.

He knew that his mother had always loved flowers.

I especially love white daisies.

Especially when my father was alive, there would always be a pot of snow-white daisies in their yard.

But since my father passed away, my mother has never raised me again.

She had never even grown other flowers. Whether when she was living with her two stepfathers or when she lived alone and dealt with all kinds of guests, he had never discovered that his mother had ever grown flowers.

Not to mention daisies.

This was the first time he saw her, so Pei Jinchen couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Pei Jinchen's expression eased slightly, although his eyebrows and eyes were still cold: "Leave it to me, you can rest assured and recuperate."

Chen Shiyue smiled and said, "Then I'll trouble Jue'er."

"Ah."

Pei Jinchen lowered his head and responded softly.

He took the cup from the woman, who had finished drinking it all, and stood up: "I'm going to boil the medicine. Call me if you need anything."

"it is good."

Looking at Pei Jinchen's departing back, Chen Shiyue felt very relieved.

It’s great to be able to spend these last moments with Jue’er.

very nice.

...

Time passed day by day, and soon a month had passed.

Although Chen Shiyue's illness was getting worse day by day and was beyond cure, she was in good spirits and in a good mood.

Although her Juer did not say it explicitly, it was obvious that she could feel that the relationship between mother and son had eased a lot.

She didn't dare to mention it, didn't dare to ask for forgiveness.

So be it. It's enough to spend the rest of my life like this.

But she could no longer see her son getting married and having children.

She didn't want her son to be disgusted by women approaching her because of her.

Jue'er has the right to love and be loved, and she doesn't want Jue'er to be affected because of her.

But during this month of getting along, Chen Shiyue clearly felt that her son had an indifferent expression towards the things around him. His pair of peach blossom eyes were cold and indifferent, and detached from the world, as if he was about to become a monk.

Thinking of this, Chen Shiyue felt a little worried.