Rescue Little White Flower

Shen Qingwei and Zhao Xingyue did not hide from Zhao's father and Zhao's mother when they were together.

Knowing that my daughter likes girls is two different things from knowing that my daughter is really with a girl.

Father Zhao, who was notified, smoked half a pack of cigarettes in the room, and Mother Zhao was silent for a long time after touching the photos of Zhao Xingyue from childhood.

"The two of them are too much trouble." Father Zhao said, "Okay, don't look like a wicked mother-in-law, which scares them both."

"What kind of wicked mother-in-law?" Mother Zhao glanced at her husband, "I'm thinking, thinking, do you understand? You said that if they get married, do they both wear wedding dresses, or one wears a wedding dress, and the other wears a wedding dress? Suits?"

Father Zhao: "..."

Even after living together for so many years, he still couldn't adapt to his wife's turning ability.

Grandpa Zhao was very receptive and happily sent his blessings, and said that if the two are planning to hold a wedding abroad, he will definitely come to send blessings if he is holding on to his old bones.

The Zhao family's support for this matter stunned Shen Qingwei.

"I thought... I thought..."

Zhao Xingyue looked at her with a smile, "Why do you think?"

Shen Qingwei's face was flushed.

Can she say that she has even imagined how Mother Zhao scolded herself and how the Zhao family would treat herself, the white-eyed wolf who bends Zhao Xingyue? She even thought about her breaking up with Zhao Xingyue due to family pressure. She hid in the blanket and cried secretly for several times.

I didn't expect things to go so smoothly.

It's not that Zhao Xingyue didn't notice that Shen Qingwei was crying with her back on her back, but this kind of thing is useless for her to comfort her. It must have Zhao's father and mother's attitude to be effective.

She didn't tell Shen Qingwei how long she talked with Zhao's father and Zhao's mother before she exchanged their sincere blessings.

Shen Qingwei doesn't need to know these.

She just needs to be her bride happily.

The eve of the wedding.

Shen Qingwei was pulled into the room by Zhao's mother.

She and Shen's family were completely disconnected after graduating from high school. When she was in college, she had taken the initiative to find Shen's mother, but just like Shen's father was lonely and hard to find a new love after his wife left for less than a year, Shen's mother was found by her. At the time, there was already a two-year-old boy under his knees who was raised up to be naughty and overbearing.

Her new husband is still an alcoholic. Shen Qingwei saw the bruise on her neck and guessed the fact that she was still suffering from domestic violence, but when she asked Shen mother if she would like to leave with herself, But it was rejected by the other party.

She thought that Zhao Xingyue was right.

Some people are born to live in this world on their knees.

She thought that her mother should be the kind of sacrificialist Zhao Xingyue had mentioned.

After escaping from a domestic violence her husband, she fell into the arms of another domestic violence man.

Not necessarily because of love, but perhaps more because of her feeling of self-sacrifice while enjoying this kind of domestic violence.

In layman's terms, no matter how painful she behaves, she can't hide her willingness, so no one can save her.

So for Shen Qingwei, Zhao's mother is her other mother compared to her own biological mother.

At this time, being pulled into the room by Zhao's mother, she was so nervous that she could hardly speak.

Although Mother Zhao's attitude towards her and Zhao Xingyue's relationship has always been support and blessings, but she is always uneasy in her heart, for fear that Zhao's mother will have a grudge against her.

She secretly looked at Mother Zhao's expression, the other's face looked serious, which made Shen Qingwei's heart even more lifted.

"Weiwei, I know you are a good boy."

…

The bell in the auditorium rang, and Shen Qingwei looked at the woman walking towards her.

After a serious illness, Zhao Xingyue's complexion was fair, and she was as white as fine porcelain. At this time, against the black wedding dress, she was almost glowing white.

The two finally decided to adopt two sets of wedding dresses, but a compromise method of one black and white.

"Ms. Zhao Xingyue, are you willing to..."

"Ms. Shen Qingwei, are you willing to..."

Shen Qingwei stared at the person in front of her, Zhao's mother's words rang in her ears.

"Ayue has been good since childhood, but her father and I know that she is a person who is extremely stubborn, and no one can change the things she knows."

"Actually, I have imagined more than once that Ayue found a handsome husband, married him and had children, and looked like a family full of children. When I knew she liked you, I was disappointed and confused. You are a good boy. Doesn't it mean that I can accept that you and A Yue are together."

"But Ayue told me that no one except you can bring her happiness, so I leave her to you, hoping that you will treat her well, cherish her, and love her just like you love yourself."

She said: "I am willing."

An excited voice came from the audience, "Now, please bride kiss the bride!"

Shen Qingwei turned her head and found that the speaker turned out to be Zhao Xingyue's grandfather. The gray-haired old man was wearing a neat suit and was raising her hand to cheer.

She laughed, but the head was turned away, and a pair of soft lips covered it.

The flower girl grabbed the petals and threw them out high. White rose petals fell on their heads.

applause.

Mother Zhao leaned in her husband's arms, applauding and crying.

…

"vomit-"

When leaving the scene, Mother Zhao suddenly covered her mouth, ran to the side, and retched violently.

"Auntie, auntie, what's the matter with you?" Shen Qingwei carried her skirt and chased after her with a worried expression on her face.

As the biological daughter, Zhao Xingyue took a look at her father, and then quickly turned her attention to her mother. After her complexion returned to normal, she said slowly: "Mom, you are not pregnant, are you?"

They used interrogative sentences, but after a glance at Mother Zhao's lower abdomen, she was basically affirmed.

She controls bad luck, and in Zhao's mother's belly, at this time, there is a group of bad luck that she controls is flourishing and gestating.

Mother Zhao rolled her eyes, "What nonsense, I'm so old, how could it be possible!"

She said categorically, but Zhao Xingyue seemed to be smiling but not smiling, "Maybe my father is always healthy."

"Impossible," Mother Zhao said with certainty: "Your father was ligated when you gave birth to you."

"Whoever told you that you are 100% safe after the ligation," Zhao Xingyue shrugged, "No matter what, when I'm done later, mom should follow me to the hospital for a checkup."

What she meant by her words seemed to confirm that there would be a child born in Mother Zhao's belly.

Mother Zhao and her husband looked at each other with suspicious eyes. Is it possible that she really has it?

But she shook her head quickly, how could it be possible, she was almost fifty, how did she give birth to a child, besides, her husband was already ligated...

Mother Zhao was upset and checked.

When the doctor congratulated the child in her belly for three months, the expression on Zhao's mother's face made Zhao Xingyue laugh out loud, "Mom, don't you think there is a problem if you haven't had menstruation for three months?"

Mother Zhao looked ashamed, "I thought it was menopause..."

Mother Zhao refused to ask for anything when she was pregnant with a child at a large age.

"How do people laugh at me when this spreads out?" Mother Zhao imagined the days when she was teased, "Lin Yi, you are an old clam with pearls!"

"Mom, even if you don't want to have children, think about it for me and Weiwei. It's definitely impossible for us to have children of our own. If you are born, you can be raised as our children."

With Zhao Xingyue's repeated insistence, Zhao's mother was finally persuaded and decided to keep the child.

The appearance of this child was actually expected by Zhao Xingyue.

She had seen the original fate of Zhao's mother and Zhao's father. After the original death died young, they also welcomed their second child in their fifties.

She even knew the name of this child.

Zhao Liming.

The dawn that appeared after Xingyue retired.

Zhao Xingyue did not die prematurely, and Mother Zhao did not over-grind and damage her body because of her daughter’s death. Now, Mother Zhao’s body is no worse than a person in her thirties under careful care. Although she is an older woman, no matter it is during pregnancy or during pregnancy. Without any torture during childbirth, she gave birth to her second child easily.

After soliciting the opinions of everyone, Mingshu finally went on its original path.

"Xiao Ming, Xiao Ming, Xiao Ming walked three hundred meters and took five minutes. What is his average speed..."

Hearing Zhao Xingyue's voice, Shen Qingwei laughed out loud, "Zhao Xingyue, did you tease your brother like this?"

The young classmate Xiao Ming is not sensible yet, spitting bubbles stupidly. Look at his pretty sister's eyes gleaming with evil taste.

Zhao Xingyue's body began to decline at the age of twenty-seven.

In the past five years, her health has not been good, there are not many serious illnesses, and minor illnesses continue. A year and twelve months, a quarter of the time is in the hospital for injections and transfusions.

She and Shen Qingwei's little home will always have a strong smell of Chinese medicine.

Zhao Xingyue actually wants to say that she doesn’t need to be so tossing. Anyway, she will live to twenty-eight, and she can only live to twenty-eight, but facing Shen Qingwei’s worried gaze, she will still suffer from one bowl after another. The medicine poured his head up into his throat.

I have to say that after taking the medicine, her physical condition is indeed much better than without the medicine.

"elder sister!"

As soon as the door opened, Xiao Ming hit Zhao Xingyue's leg like a cannonball.

This kid is only four or five years old. He is already very strong, his face is full of flesh, and he can't see the beauty of his sister at all. Only when he laughs, a pair of genetic fox eyes can see a bit. The shadow of Zhao Xingyue and Zhao's father.

"Sister hug!"

Zhao Xingyue dragged the person off her lap, "I can't hold you, Xiao Pang Dun!"

"Oh, people are not fat..."

Classmate Xiao Ming covered her face and started crying. While crying, she secretly glanced at her sister's expression with her eyes. Seeing that she ignored herself, she swept over Shen Qingwei who came out of the kitchen and threw her short legs.

"Sister Weiwei, sister said I am fat."

"Where is it fat, where is it?" Shen Qingwei picked up the person neatly and squeezed his fleshy little arm. "We Xiaoming is called strong."

She looked at Father Zhao and Mother Zhao and greeted her skillfully: "Parents, you sit down, there are fruits on the coffee table, I'm still cooking here, let Ayue pour tea for you."

Mother Zhao changed her shoes and started rolling up her sleeves, "I'll help you."

Father Zhao took his son and walked to the sofa with Zhao Xingyue.

"How do you feel?"

"good."

"What do you mean by okay?"

Faced with Zhao's father's problem, Zhao Xingyue was dumb.

She can't tell Father Zhao that she can live a few months later.

What she didn't know was that although she didn't say anything, whether it was Shen Qingwei or Zhao's father and Zhao's mother, there was always a feeling that the day of her departure was approaching.

"Dad." Zhao Xingyue said suddenly, "If one day, I mean if, after I leave, can I invite you?" She looked at the kitchen and Shen Qingwei, who was discussing how to make a dish with Mother Zhao, said: "Help me take care of Weiwei."

Father Zhao's hand slapped him on the shoulder. Even if he was over half a hundred years old, the man's palm was still as strong and strong as when Zhao Xingyue was young.

He closed his eyes, "Okay."

Sitting in the corner of the sofa, classmate Xiao Ming, who was watching TV, turned his head and secretly wiped the tears from his face.

…

The promise made by Zhao's father could not be fulfilled because Shen Qingwei did not give him a chance.

After knocking several times and no familiar footsteps came from the door, Mother Zhao, who had a bad feeling, trembled out of her bag the spare keys Zhao Xingyue and Shen Qingwei had given her a long time ago.

The door opened, and the room inside the door was as tidy as before. On the dining table that you can see after entering the door, there is a white porcelain vase. The three lilies in the porcelain vase are blooming with fragrance gracefully.

Mother Zhao's gaze swept across the room slowly.

Too clean and tidy.

Being clean and tidy is like someone deliberately cleaned everything in the house and prepared to leave this place.

Mother Zhao didn't know how she used to unscrew the door of the master bedroom.

In the door, two girls in wedding dresses are cuddling on the bed.

The black and white wedding dresses are intertwined and bloom on the bed at the same time, like a black and white flower.

Zhao's mother leaned against her husband's arms and began to sob softly.

Father Zhao took his wife's shoulders and patted her on the back.

Zhao Liming stared at the scene in the room blankly.

He is too young to understand the meaning of death.

He walked over in a daze, trying to wake one of them, but what he got was not a sweet kiss or a call of affection, but a cold, chill-filled silence.

"Sister, Sister Weiwei..."

Mother Zhao's sobbing turned into howling.

…

Many years later.

Zhao's mother and Zhao's father are already gray-haired old people, and Zhao Liming has also become an outstanding young man.

Ching Ming Festival.

Zhao Liming placed the flowers in front of the tombstone, "Sister, Weiwei, don't worry, I will take good care of my parents."

On the tombstone, the two girls standing with their hands smiling gently.