When the magic stick summons cute pets

It wasn't long before dawn, the east had just turned pale, and the whole city hadn't fully woken up from a night's sleep.

Ye Changsheng and He Jiuzhong were standing at the door of the ward and whispering something, when suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps in the corridor not far away, he exchanged a glance with the person beside him, and stopped talking to him. Dialogue, raised his head slightly and looked in the direction of the noise.

The hurried footsteps were getting closer and closer, and after a while, I saw a pair of middle-aged and elderly men and women striding towards this side together.

They stopped at the door, and asked Ye Changsheng: "My mother is awake?"

Ye Changsheng did not reply immediately.

His eyes wandered around the faces of the two, and then he seemed to smile. Instead of picking up the quarrel, he found another topic and asked: "Ms. Thinking about Mrs. Zhang so I couldn't rest all night, okay?"

Hearing Ye Changsheng suddenly mention "last night", as if some memory had been evoked, the two fell silent for an instant.They glanced at each other with indescribably strange expressions on their faces.

Ye Changsheng noticed this subtle expression change, and the curve of his lips couldn't help but deepened.Then he turned slightly to let the door out, tilted his head towards the direction of the door and said: "Ms. Zhang has been waiting for you for a long time, go in."

Yang Xiujuan and Yang Qinghao nodded, walked around him and walked to the door, then reached out and grabbed the doorknob to open the door, and walked in together.

In the ward, the old lady Zhang was half-sitting and leaning on the hospital bed. The oxygen mask had been removed, but the IV in her hand was still on.

She closed her eyes slightly, and at a glance, she couldn't tell whether she was awake or not.

Yang Xiujuan and Yang Qinghao had longed for the old lady to wake up from the beginning, but now that they really saw her again, for some reason, a feeling similar to "being close to home" suddenly surged up, causing the two of them to hold on for a while. He didn't even dare to go up and talk to her.

Fortunately, on the other side of the old lady, he found the two people who had already entered the house after a while.

She slowly opened her eyes, glanced up and down the two people, and said in a low voice, "Xiaojuan, Daqing, are you here?"

The two immediately walked to her bedside and called out, "Mom."

The old lady looked at the pair of children sitting on the bed, and after a while, she sighed, her face seemed to be smiling, but there was a dull tiredness in that smile: "Mom feels that I have... Haven't seen you guys."

After saying this sentence, Yang Xiujuan and Yang Qinghao felt a sudden soreness and tension in their hearts.

If it was before, they might not be able to understand what this sentence represents.But now, after finally experiencing what the old lady has experienced, the two of them understand how deep the despair behind the old lady's words is.

They still remember the strong sense of depression and despair brought to them by the hung up calls and postponed meetings when they became Mrs. Zhang in their dreams.

In the dream, they prayed countless times, even if it was only once, whoever came to see her, whoever came to save her.

But there is still no one.

None of them.

Yang Xiujuan stretched out her hand to hold the old lady's hand, recalling the self who cried out every day in her dream, and said that the ground was not working, and it took a long time before she said with a sour voice: "Mom, don't worry, Xiaofeng and I will definitely be together in the future. Come see you more."

The old lady didn't show the joy she should have when she heard this.She glanced at her, then shook her head: "Forget it, Mom knows, my house is broken and small, and it looks dirty. Xiaofeng should not like to come... Don't force him. Where are you staying, what are you doing to toss the children?"

The expression on Yang Xiujuan's face became a little awkward. She looked away slightly, subconsciously brushed her hair with one hand and smiled, "Mom, what are you talking about?"

The old lady sighed again, and her eyes fell on Yang Qinghao on the other side. After a while, she seemed to be recalling something: "Time flies so fast. In a blink of an eye, you will soon be old enough to be grandparents. It is true that half of his body has already been buried in the coffin."

Yang Qinghao also felt that the atmosphere at the moment was a bit too dignified.He leaned over to the old lady and comforted him in a low voice: "Mom, you're thinking too much. This time is just a hurdle, and everything will be fine if you get through it. Then I will find you a nanny... "

When I said this, my face changed unnaturally again, and the unfinished words turned around in my mouth, and finally I swallowed them, and said again: "Why don't you do this, Mom, after you get out of the hospital, why don't you Just stay at my house for now, your daughter-in-law is not that busy at work, so let her take care of you."

As soon as he said this, before Mrs. Zhang had time to express anything, Yang Xiujuan on the side seemed a little unhappy.

She glanced sideways at Yang Qinghao and said, "Although the work of younger siblings is easy, I remember that your youngest daughter is going to take the college entrance examination soon, right? How can you let mom live in at this moment? Isn't that to distract your youngest daughter?" !"

She turned her head to look at the old lady Zhang and said, "Mom, why don't you stay with me." She explained, "After all, there is only Xiaofeng in our family, and that child will go back to school after the Chinese New Year. As soon as he left, his room at home was put on hold, just for you to go to sleep. I usually go to work on time, so I can take care of you when I come back. What do you think?

Yang Qinghao originally said those words out of good intentions, but now that Yang Xiujuan robbed him, it seemed that he was plotting something wrong first.Frowning slightly, she looked at Yang Xiujuan and said dissatisfiedly, "What do you mean?"

The other end glanced at him, snorted softly, and said in a low voice, "I mean whatever you mean."

Yang Qinghao's voice was a little angry: "Don't put your thoughts on me, I really want to take my mother back to serve me."

Yang Xiujuan immediately retorted: "You have to speak according to your conscience, what happened to me is just 'those thoughts'? You are doing it for your mother's good, don't I do the same?" She said again, "And I am doing it for your own good.There are already four people in your family. If Mom goes to your house, where will she live?You can't let her sleep on the sofa, can you? "

"Of course I wouldn't let Mom—"

Mrs. Zhang suddenly interrupted Yang Qinghao's last words: "Okay, I understand my own situation. You don't have to quarrel. I won't go to either of your two houses."

Yang Xiujuan and Yang Qinghao were slightly taken aback when they heard the voice, then quickly looked at the old lady Zhang and said, "What can we do? Mom, you are not in good health right now, and we don't feel relieved if there is no one around to take care of us."

The old lady seemed to be smiling, she looked down at the snow-white quilt covering her body, and said softly, "You haven't taken care of me for so many years, haven't I survived well?"

In fact, this sentence didn't mean to blame when it was said from the other end, but to Yang Xiujuan and Yang Qinghao's ears, it was inexplicably sharp and seemed to be so sharp that people couldn't hide it.

Looking up at Yang Xiujuan again, she suddenly asked, "Is my real estate certificate still with you?"

When Yang Xiujuan heard her ask this, she suddenly felt cold behind her back, smiled reluctantly, and said lightly: "Mom, are you confused? Didn't you put away the real estate certificate yourself? What do I want?"

The old lady Zhang sighed: "I hope I am completely confused." Then she looked at Yang Xiujuan and said, "I saw everything about you and your brother last night."

As soon as these words came out, Yang Xiujuan and Yang Qinghao looked at the old lady Zhang's face again, their vest was completely soaked in cold sweat.

Yang Qinghao's voice trembled slightly: "Last night? Mom, what are you talking about? Didn't you wake up in the morning?"

The old lady Zhang twisted her hands on the quilt, nodded: "Well, I just woke up... But I did see it last night." After saying this, she was unwilling to explain further to them, He just sighed and said to Yang Xiujuan, "Xiaojuan, give me my real estate certificate."

Yang Xiujuan naturally planned to bite her to death and refuse to admit that she had taken the real estate certificate, but when she looked at the old lady Zhang's eyes again, for some reason, she trembled in her heart, hesitated for a long time, and passed the things from her bag past.

Mrs. Zhang took the real estate certificate, rubbed it in her hand for a while, then pushed it aside, and said slowly to the two, "As for the house—"

The two people who were standing aside with their heads down suddenly raised their heads and looked at Mrs. Zhang.

The old lady Zhang looked calm: "I have no intention of giving the house to either of you."

Yang Xiujuan and Yang Qinghao's expressions changed slightly when they heard the words.

Yang Xiujuan couldn't help but said: "Mom... what do you mean?"

The old lady Zhang looked at her: "Xiaojuan, you should understand what I mean, can't you?"

Yang Qinghao followed with some incomprehensible anger and said: "Mom, you only have two children, me and my sister. If you don't leave this house to us, are you going to donate it to others?"

The old lady Zhang was stunned for a moment, then nodded again, her tone was calm and serious: "I also feel very good about this."

Looking at the old lady's appearance, both of them couldn't help but feel a little anxious when they knew that she was coming for real.Yang Xiujuan sat on her bedside, took her hand and said, "Mom, do you know what you're talking about? That's a demolition house. Do you know how much compensation we can get if it is demolished? Donate Go—you're not crazy!"

Yang Qinghao also said: "Yes, Mom, you also know that our family will send two children to college soon, and money is tight. Don't you want to help your granddaughter?"

Mrs. Zhang folded her hands on her thighs and asked softly, "If I didn't have that house, wouldn't I be your mother?"

Asking this question seemed to be very embarrassing, even Yang Xiujuan and Yang Qinghao couldn't help but feel a little awkward when they heard it.

"Mom, what are you talking about. What does it matter if you are our mother and whether you have a house?"

The old lady Zhang said again: "Then who is the name written on the real estate certificate of this house?"

Yang Xiujuan didn't understand, so she said, "Mom, you..."

"Who is it?" Mrs. Zhang asked again in a low voice.

Yang Qinghao realized what the other end meant. He tightly squeezed the hand hanging by his side, and said in a low voice, "It's you."

Mrs. Zhang nodded and said, "That's good."

"Mom has never lived for herself in her whole life. Now that I am old and buried up to my neck, I want to do something I want while I can still breathe."

She smiled at them: "Mom has only two days left."

Yang Xiujuan and Yang Qinghao were stunned for a moment, then looked at the old lady.

"There are only two days left. Before the end of this life, there must be something to do, right?" Mrs. Zhang said to them, "Go and help me find a lawyer, I want to make a will."

Yang Xiujuan felt inexplicably sour when she saw the old lady Zhang like this.

She suddenly remembered that when she was very young, Mrs. Zhang put her and Yang Qinghao in a frame, carried them on a pole, and walked to the field in a flash.

The sun was so bright that it dazzled my eyes.So she put her eyes on the back of the young old lady Zhang.

It is obviously a slender body, but in the eyes of her young, she is still extremely tall.

Her shoulders are obviously so narrow, but it seems that she always has endless energy, and she can carry them around behind her back.

When is it?

Yang Xiujuan looked at the old lady Zhang on the bed, whose arms were so thin that they could be broken easily, and couldn't help thinking: When did it start that the person who once made her feel so tall is now so tired and weak? What?

"Don't talk nonsense." Yang Xiujuan gently interrupted the old lady Zhang, and stretched out her hand to tuck her in the quilt, "Didn't the doctor say that your body has passed the critical period, don't worry, you'll be fine. Everything will be fine of."

Yang Qinghao also sighed, and walked to the other side of Mrs. Zhang.Going around the place where the drip was hanging, she folded her skinny fingers into the palm of her hand: "Yes, Mom, don't talk nonsense. Everything will be fine, and you can rest here to recuperate...I'm going to ask the company for a leave of absence these two days Just come and stay with you, don't think about it."

The old lady Zhang smiled, but didn't make a sound, just quietly enjoying the rare moments when her children were by her side for so many years.

The two sat with Mrs. Zhang for a while, and then left separately.

After the two left, Ye Changsheng and He Jiuzhong returned to the ward. He looked at the old lady Zhang who was leaning on the bed, smiled slightly and asked, "You always hope that your children can spare time to accompany you , now that they've done it, how do you feel?"

The old lady Zhang was silent for a long time, her eyes were half downcast, she looked as if she was so weak that she was about to fall asleep.After a while, she spoke again, with a hint of bewilderment in her voice.

"I think that if I didn't know anything at the beginning and kept pretending to be confused, would there be many things that would not be so unacceptable."

The old lady looked at Ye Changsheng and said, "They want to stay with me, do they really feel sorry for me? Or are they just afraid that I will make a will and donate the house?"

She covered her face deeply with her thin hands, and her voice trembled a little: "The most terrifying thing is that even if they really want to be by my side now, I can't leave the house It's a matter of trusting them."

Seeing such an old lady, Ye Changsheng didn't make a sound, and just let himself quietly digest everything she was facing now.

Although it is rare for a person to be confused, it would be a little too sad if he really died of such a useless life because of being confused.

About 10 minutes later, the mood on the other end felt calmer, and then he put his hand down again, looked at Ye Changsheng and said, "My son and daughter didn't listen to what I said just now. I can still breathe while talking, Ye Tianshi, why don't you help me make a will?"

Mrs. Zhang's voice was a little tense: "There are some things that should be resolved."

It was almost twelve o'clock when Yang Xiujuan got home, her husband saw her floating into the room like a ghost, shouted a few times but didn't see any response, so he couldn't help but leaned over and asked, "What's wrong with you? "

Yang Xiujuan saw the people over there swaying in front of her, and then she suddenly came back to her senses.Throwing the bag on the coffee table casually, he half-lyed into the sofa.

"It's nothing."

Yang Xiujuan's husband, Hong Gang, saw that she was out of her mind, and knew what happened to her, so he peeled an orange on the other end and handed it over to ask: "You said you wanted to see the old lady in the middle of the night yesterday, what's wrong with her?" There was no news once I went...how did you come back now?"

Yang Xiujuan didn't answer, she looked up at him, and said weakly, "Don't mention it, I encountered some evil things last night."

"What's wrong?" Hearing what she said, there was a little interest here, and he sat next to her and asked tentatively, "Your brother?"

Yang Xiujuan waved her hand and said, "How can he have that ability!"

Hong Gang looked at her expression and felt even more curious: "What is that?"

Yang Xiujuan said: "Last night, I was looking for something at my mother's house. After a while, my brother also came." I just pushed and shoved for a while with my real estate certificate, but he couldn’t stop him with all his strength, and the back of my head hit the corner of the table, and I passed out all of a sudden.”

Hong Gang was startled when he heard the words, and hurried over to pick her head and look: "Oh, it's really hurt!" He stretched out his hand and carefully probed around the wound, "Your brother is too stupid, you're all dead!" Blood scabs—why didn't you bandage it when you went to the hospital?"

"There are too many things, how can I think about this." Yang Xiujuan felt a dull pain in the injured part after being told by the other side.She pulled Hong Gang to her side and said to him, "I haven't finished talking yet."

"Later, after I passed out, I had a dream." When she said this, she paused a little, and couldn't help trembling, "I dreamed that I became my mother——me and her The nanny who got into the situation lived together, and then she beat me and scolded me..."

Hong Gang looked at Yang Xiujuan's appearance and thought for a while, "You think about it every day, so you dream about it at night. Isn't your mother sent to the hospital because she was abused by that nanny?"

"It's okay if it's just me, but what if my brother and I had the same dream at the same time?" Yang Xiujuan said in a hoarse voice, "Actually, I still don't know whether it was a dream or not. I I spent a year or two in that dream, every day, every day, even the details seemed real. If it was just a dream, it would be too terribly real."

"What else can it be if it's not a dream? Possessed by a ghost?" Hong Gang was amused by Yang Xiujuan's nagging, "I see you are just too nervous."

Seeing that her husband couldn't understand what she said, Yang Xiujuan couldn't help but sighed slightly.

After all, if they hadn't experienced it personally, others would not be able to understand her feelings at all.

Hong Gang found a medicine box, treated the wound on Yang Xiujuan's head, and asked, "What about the real estate certificate? Was it taken away by your brother?"

"I was asked to leave by my mother."

The expression on Yang Xiujuan's face was a bit subtle: "My brother and I went to see her this morning. She said that she saw me and my brother snatching the real estate certificate last night, and then she took it away from me."

Hong Gang paused for a moment when he held the cotton pad with tweezers, feeling incredible: "How did she see it?"

Yang Xiujuan shook her head slightly: "I don't know, she should have been lying in bed unconscious last night!"

Hong Gang put away the medicine box again, thought for a while, and said, "How do I feel, this sounds like a family ethics drama suddenly turned into a ghost story?"

Yang Xiujuan forced a smile: "Do you think so too?"

Hong Gang said: "But those are not important anymore, what about the house? What does your mother think?" He said, "I heard that the house will be demolished in the second half of the year."

When Yang Xiujuan heard this, she frowned and said, "Don't mention it."

"What's the matter? Your mother wants to give the house to your brother?" Hong Gang asked in surprise.

Yang Xiujuan shook her head: "She wants to donate the house."

"Donate?" Because he was too shocked, Hong Gang's eyes widened for a moment, "Hey, this... This old lady must have been stimulated to get mad! That's a few hundred and ten million, Donate it?"

Looking at Yang Xiujuan again, he asked, "You agree with your brother? Just let the old lady be so confused?"

Yang Xiujuan brushed her hair back a little irritatedly: "What can I do? It's my mother's house, not mine! Can I put a knife on her neck to make her not donate?" ?”

"Eh, this..."

Hong Gang felt that Yang Xiujuan's attitude seemed to be a little different from before, so he hesitated for a while and asked, "But the house we fancy near District A...don't buy it? In a few years, wait for the middle school to move over there. It has been multiplied several times!"

Yang Xiujuan was silent for a while, then suddenly asked: "Which do you think is more important, money or people?"

Hong Gang subconsciously wanted to say "money", but seeing his daughter-in-law's not-so-good-looking face, he still asked hesitantly, "Are you...do you feel sorry for the old lady?"

Yang Xiujuan was silent for a long time again: "My mother never liked City X. She used to say that it's too big, but impersonal."

Hong Gang smiled: "Big cities are fast-paced, and interests are exchanged quickly. Who will talk to you about humanity?"

Yang Xiujuan murmured in a low voice: "Yeah, who is talking about humanity to you?" After a while, she looked up at Hong Gang again and said, "In the previous dream, apart from being abused by the nanny, I also I dreamed about myself and my brother."

"There are only a few phone calls a year, and the calls are about the house. Several times in my dreams, I want to tell them that I am being abused, but in the end I can't say anything. The first time I found , From my mother's point of view, my brother and I are really not the same thing."

"Old Hong, tell me, is our son human?"

Hong Gang listened to Yang Xiujuan's words, and gradually put away the smile on his face.He thought for a while, then whispered: "What do you mean?"

Yang Xiujuan's voice was extremely low: "Tell me, if in 20 years, which of us leaves first, and the other can't take care of himself, our son... will he still be willing to take care of us?"

"Of course—" In the middle of speaking, Hong Gang stopped again, and his expression became silent, as if he was thinking about something.

"Old Hong, I'm suddenly a little scared." Yang Xiujuan's voice was a little choked up, "What's wrong with us? I always feel that if we treat my mother like this, we will definitely suffer retribution in the future..."

Hong Gang hugged Yang Xiujuan into his arms, patted her on the back lightly, and said in a low voice after a long time: "It seems like we never thought about this kind of thing before."

Yang Xiujuan leaned in his arms, relaxed for a while, and said in a low voice: "Old Hong, I have an idea to discuss with you."

Hong Gang subconsciously understood what she wanted to say: "You want to bring the old lady back?"

Yang Xiujuan "hmm" for a moment: "When I was in the hospital this morning, my brother said the same thing. I was so excited at the time, I thought he wanted to mobilize the whole family to fight before the old lady made a will, but now I calm down and think about it again. I think he should also simply want to make up for the old lady."

Hong Gang hesitated and said, "But the two of us have to work..."

Yang Xiujuan said: "The old lady is not completely unable to take care of herself now. I leave work early... Besides, I will retire next year. Let the old lady take turns living in my brother's house and mine. If the two families can share it, the pressure It won't be too big either."

Hong Gang sighed again, and said with a smile, "You've already made up your mind, and you're just waiting for me to nod?"

Yang Xiujuan just looked at him.

Hong Gang thought about it for a while, and finally nodded: "We took good care of the old lady, let Xiaofeng take a look, and at least gave him a little bit of humanity...but you know that I am clumsy, I will do the housework, but you still have to do the delicate work of serving the old lady by yourself."

Yang Xiujuan smiled, with a tired and relaxed expression on her face.

"It's done. I'll call my brother later to discuss it... For so many years, our two families are almost like enemies because of the old lady's house. Now it's fine if the old lady donates the house..." Yang Xiujuan murmured, her tone was a little reconciled, but more reassuring, "It's okay... out of sight is out of sight."

Yang Xiujuan didn't belong to Shensi, and Yang Qinghao, who also experienced such a real and terrifying dream, was not much better.

I was thinking about how to take the road ahead when I suddenly heard my cell phone ringing.

He lowered his head and looked at the big characters "Sister" that appeared on the screen. After a while, he answered the phone with some surprise.

"This seems to be the first time you've called me in recent years." Yang Qinghao's voice was flat, "I thought the two of us had already made plans to never see each other again."

Listening to what he said, Yang Xiujuan on the other end was silent for a while, and then said: "I'm calling this time to talk to you about our mother."

Yang Qinghao paused slightly: "What?"

"The one you said in the hospital this morning." Yang Xiujuan reminded, "Bring our mother back to take care of her."

Yang Qinghao didn't understand what she meant: "What do you mean?"

"Maybe I was too excited before and misunderstood what you meant. Later, I thought your opinion was very good." Yang Xiujuan said, "Mom is so old, I can't leave her alone anymore. I have already talked to your brother-in-law. We've discussed it, and if you agree, we'll take turns letting our mom change places for a few months... Your youngest daughter is about to take the college entrance examination, so she might be at my house for a few months, and when she's in college, let mom go There you are. How do you feel?"

Yang Qinghao thought for a while and asked, "What are you thinking about now?"

"I have no idea, I just..." Yang Xiujuan smiled, "I just don't want to suffer retribution. Daqing, that dream yesterday is already retribution for us, isn't it?"

Yang Qinghao's heart trembled suddenly, and his Adam's apple rolled, as if he had finally made up his mind: "Okay, then I'll tell my family when I get back."

Yang Xiujuan responded: "Then let's make it up like this first." After finishing speaking, she seemed to think of something again, and said to the other side: "As for the nanny, because she is already a habitual criminal who abuses the elderly, I plan to contact her soon." The family members of the previous victims jointly sued her. If it is done quickly, the court will be held next month."

Yang Qinghao responded: "One of the clients I have contacted happened to be a powerful lawyer. I will contact him later to see if I can make an appointment with him to fight this lawsuit for us."

Yang Xiujuan nodded, and said "Yes", "Then I will leave it to you. If you have anything to do, use this number to contact me."

With that said, he hung up the phone.

Hong Gang watched Yang Xiujuan finish talking on the phone, and glanced at her: "It's over?"

Yang Xiujuan nodded, went back to her room and changed her clothes, then took her bag and car keys and was ready to go out.

"Where are you going?"

"Go to the police station again." Yang Xiujuan pursed her lips and said, "In that dream, everything that nanny did...Really, if she is in front of me now, I doubt I can't help strangling her to death with my own hands .”

Hong Gang felt that his wife had really fallen too deep because of a dream this time: "I think you may be too nervous, it's just a dream."

Yang Xiujuan stood at the door looking sideways at Hong Gang who was sitting on the sofa, and said after a while, "What if it's not just a dream?"

After speaking, without waiting for a reply from the other end, he changed his shoes and went out.

At the same time, in the ward, the lawyer completed the will according to the wishes of the old lady Zhang, and after repeated confirmation, the old lady signed the will and pressed her fingerprints.

Ye Changsheng glanced at the terms and conditions written on it, and then at the old lady: "It's really been decided like this, donate the house to the welfare home and nursing home? Don't you regret it?"

The old lady Zhang smiled weakly: "Obtaining a huge amount of wealth that falls from the sky is not a blessing for everyone - it may also be a disaster. Only people with great wisdom can know how to use it I'm better off with the money, but it's clear that neither I nor my children have the wisdom to do so."

She sighed and closed her eyes slightly, her voice sounded like a whisper in her sleep this time: "I really don't like this place...it's cold and inhuman. Everything the eyes can see is iron walls, There's not even anyone who can talk."

"Sometimes I dream of them two when they were young... they were so small, they were put in a basket, one on each side, carried on a pole, and led them all over the mountains and plains."

"Xiaojuan has a quick temper. Every time I don't wait for me to put down the pole, she jumps out of the basket... Sometimes when she falls in the field, she giggles and shouts 'Ama, Ama', throwing the dirt on her body. Rubbed my trousers all over. Daqing sat in the basket and looked out from the edge of the basket, and when he saw his sister playing tricks, he smiled and clapped his hands."

"The sky at that time was really blue...the sun was shining brightly, and the clouds in the sky were floating...floating..."

"Float...float..."

Ye Changsheng sat on the bedside of Mrs. Zhang, watched the voice on the other side gradually weaken, and the hand on the bedside drooped feebly. After a while, he sighed deeply.

"I wish you good dreams from now on."

Because the nanny confessed to all the facts of the crime, the police quickly sent her to the local procuratorate for prosecution review.

In order to strive for the highest possible sentence, Yang Xiujuan contacted the nanny's previous employers all afternoon.

Due to the abominable nature of elder abuse, almost all employers finally expressed their willingness to join the prosecution team, and things went very smoothly.

After returning home at five o'clock, Yang Xiujuan, who hadn't eaten all day, felt that she was so hungry that she almost had no energy to walk.Hong Gang had already cooked at home, so she rushed over to take a few mouthfuls, but before she could swallow the food, Yang Qinghao called again.

"It's me." The voice on the other end raised slightly, as if in a good mood, "How is your progress this afternoon?"

Yang Xiujuan reluctantly swallowed the food in her mouth, and said in response: "The previous employers of the nanny have all been contacted, and the preliminary conversation has confirmed that they will attend the prosecution. For the specific situation, wait for these two days to make an appointment with them." Time, let’s discuss it face to face.”

Putting down the chopsticks, he asked again, "Where are you?"

"I have also found a lawyer on my side. He himself is very concerned about this type of case. When he contacted me in the afternoon, he promised to spare the next month for us."

Then he said, "about our mother... I also discussed it with my family, and they have no objection to taking our mother over to stay for a short stay. Since everything is already prepared, I will wait for the weekend to be free in two days. One o'clock, let's go over and have a good talk with our mother."

Yang Xiujuan nodded, and was just about to say something, when suddenly another call came in from her cell phone.

She looked sideways, and found that it was a number without a name on it. She thought about it, and said to Yang Qinghao, "I have a call from here. I'm afraid it's from those victims. I'll answer it first, and wait until I get back." Contact you."

Saying that, he cut off Yang Qinghao's phone and connected the strange number.

"Hello? May I ask who you are?"

"Ms. Yang?" A familiar young man's voice came over the phone, "I'm Ye Changsheng."

Yang Xiujuan froze for a moment, then asked, "Mr. Ye? It's my mother, she—?"

Ye Changsheng replied, "Yes."

Although the other end didn't say anything, but at this moment, as if sensing something in advance, Yang Xiujuan's heart jumped suddenly, and then a depressive uneasiness immediately spread in her mind. Come.

"My mother... what happened to her?"

"Sorry to tell you this sad news."

The voice on the other end was low: "Your mother, Ms. Zhang Cuilan, she passed away 10 minutes ago, that is, at [-]:[-]."

"Now her body is still parked in XX Hospital, can you and Mr. Yang come to the hospital as soon as possible?"

"Snapped--"

The phone slipped from his hand and fell onto the marble floor with a loud, crisp sound.

She was stunned for a while, then squatted down and picked up the phone.

The screen was completely broken, with countless cracks lying across it, and there was no possibility of repairing it.

Seeing that something was wrong with her, Hong Gang quickly walked over: "What's wrong?"

Yang Xiujuan raised her head blankly and looked at her husband. Her mind was blank, and before she had time to think about anything, she burst into tears immediately.

"Old Hong."

"...my mother...she's gone."