Quick travel: These villains are delicious

Jiang Tiancheng's arm was hit by a nerve, and because there was no time for treatment, the entire right arm was disabled.

He dragged a broken arm and fled around. In winter, he wrapped himself tightly in a tattered cotton coat that he found somewhere. His once sharp eyes had long since lost their focus.

Without the title of "Young Marshal", he ran into obstacles everywhere. No one respected him. Even the people he once despised the most would hide their noses and tell him to go away when they saw him.

It was really cold in the winter without the stove and fresh cotton clothes. Jiang Tiancheng was unshaven and could not see clearly what he looked like before. He was wandering on the street.

He did not leave City A, but survived by hiding here and there. His stomach was empty, and he pressed his stomach uncomfortably with his left hand in an attempt to relieve his hunger.

"The Living Bodhisattva has come out to give porridge again! Hurry! The porridge will be cold if it's too late!"

"The porridge served by the living Bodhisattva is thick and fragrant. If you can drink a bowl of porridge like this, it is worth dying in these troubled times!"

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

The poor man who was in a hurry gave Jiang Tiancheng a hard bump, but the crowd was so heavy that the man was rushed into the queue before he could apologize.

His stomach growled at the right time. Jiang Tiancheng's left hand was tightly wrapped in a torn cotton coat, and his right hand was hanging limply, and he followed the team at the end.

The porridge line was very fast, and the people who had served the porridge quickly dispersed, but a long line formed behind them because they could serve the second bowl.

The queue was in an orderly manner until Jiang Tiancheng was almost in line when he heard a voice like an oriole, "Everyone, line up. Today's porridge is still the same. Enough. As long as everyone lines up well and doesn't waste it, you can come and get the porridge again." .”

He raised his head blankly, his eyes fixed on the woman wearing a smoky blue jacket. Her cheeks were slightly red from the cold, her eyes were big and bright, and the corners of her lips were slightly raised, looking patient, quiet and beautiful.

Just like before.

It's Yunhe.

It was Yun He who he longed for.

It was Yun He who he had been looking for for a long time but could not find.

Now he has become the dirtiest and smelliest street rat in city A, and she has become a living bodhisattva praised by everyone.

Finally it was Jiang Tiancheng's turn, and the person who served him the porridge happened to be Yun He. She scooped a spoonful of porridge and waited for the people in line to bring out the bowl. After waiting for a long time, no one took out the bowl.

People in the queue behind him were getting impatient and asked him to hurry up.

Jiang Tiancheng was extremely embarrassed, he... didn't have a bowl.

He wanted to say ten thousand things to Yun He, but he found that he seemed to have no identity to say anything to her.

Nana said, "I, I don't have a bowl..."

His voice was as thin as a mosquito, and it was no longer as high-spirited and bright as before.

Yun He raised his eyebrows and smiled, calling to the person beside him to get a bowl and handing it over, "I'll lend you this bowl first. You can keep it for your own use, or you can return it."

Jiang Tiancheng rubbed his left hand awkwardly on the exposed cotton-padded clothes again and again, then reached out to take the bowl, "Thank you, thank you..."

After getting the porridge, he dispersed like other poor people, squatting on the roadside and sipping the thick and sweet white porridge.

It's so fragrant. This porridge is so fragrant.

He did not send the bowl back, but washed it and kept it with him. This was the last thing Yun He left for him.

Unfortunately, when war came, Jiang Tiancheng could not even protect a bowl. The bowl was smashed into the ruins when the shells fell.

He couldn't come back to his senses for a long time, until the people running around him hit him hard, his face was exposed, and someone said in surprise, "Isn't he Marshal Jiang? He is Marshal Jiang!"

"Are you talking about the former Marshal Jiang? Isn't he dead?"

"Who knows, now that Mr. Zou is leading us, they are already a thing of the past! It's a pity that Mr. Zou has been pursuing Miss Yun for so long without getting a response. Well, in these troubled times, lovers cannot finally get married."

Jiang Tiancheng listened to their voices and subconsciously covered his cheek with his left hand, "I'm not... I don't..."

No one paid any attention to him. He put down his arms and looked slumped at the chaotic crowd, with boundless silence in his eyes.

Zou Zhengyang is pursuing Yunhe.

Should, should.

A good person like her deserves someone who can protect her in the palm of her hand.

Jiang Tiancheng did not survive that winter and died on New Year's Eve.

Although it was a troubled time, the lights in every house were warm, and he died alone in the silent night.

Before he died, if he had held Yunhe like pearls and treasures in his palm from the beginning, perhaps none of the following things would have happened.

It's such a pity that we can't have a do-over in life.

——

Song Pei was sent to where he should go by Yunhe, and Yunhe started a new journey of seeking food.

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"Isn't it just that you gave birth to a child? Why are you so pretentious? What woman doesn't give birth to a child?"

"My mother said that giving birth to a child is not a big deal. Isn't it because I didn't give you a painless injection when you gave birth? Didn't you let you have an autopsy later? Do you need to hold on to the grudge until now? Besides, you didn't have any accidents.

, it just hurts for a while. You have to be lucky that the anesthesia used during the autopsy did not affect the child's intelligence. Where are the women like you? They have to live and die after giving birth to a child?"

A man talks non-stop and talks so well that he wants to be slapped twice on the ears.

"Can you please stop being pretentious? I work very hard every day, and you just have a baby. Can't you let me continue to work with peace of mind? Our family does not favor boys over girls. I would also like it if you gave birth to a daughter.

Mom also likes it very much. She worked hard to take care of you during your confinement. What else are you dissatisfied with? Isn’t that your daughter? For the sake of her daughter’s future, it’s just painless and painless. How can you hold grudges for so long? "

Yun He's whole body was covered with a sticky layer of sweat, his back felt cold, and he was so weak that he had no strength, especially in his lower abdomen, where he felt obvious pain, as if a razor blade was scraping his skin all the time.

The air conditioner in the room was on and the temperature was a little low. She was lying on the bed with a few-day-old baby next to her. The wrinkles had not yet grown. She was awakened by the man's voice and began to cry loudly.

The chattering man just now is sitting by the bed and still talking non-stop. He is wearing a shirt and trousers. He looks like a social elite. His appearance is not exquisite, but he can be considered to be in the upper middle class.

The whole person looked like a dog, without the panic of a man who just gave birth to a child.

"Yunhe, I know you worked hard to give birth, but you can't make such a fuss. Mom worked hard to take care of you. Your eyes are not your eyes and your nose is not your nose. Can you be considerate and considerate of others? We gave birth to a baby because of you.

, everyone is in a hurry, mom not only has to take care of you but also the child, and I have to make money to support the family. When you give birth to the child, can't you put aside your previous unhappiness and let us tide over the difficulties together?"

The man consciously spoke sincerely, but during the whole process he ignored the child who was already crying to death.

Yun He stood up reluctantly, held the child in his arms and gently coaxed him. He couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Can you shut up? Can't you see that the child was woken up by you? If you can't do what a father should do, then

Can you just shut your mouth?"

Ever since she came here, this man has never shut his mouth. If he can talk so well, why can't he fix the problems at home and insist on harassing a mother who has just given birth?

At this time, the bedroom door was opened, and a woman in her fifties came in carrying a big bowl, her eyes were lifted up, and a kind smile deliberately appeared on her face, "Come on, come on, Yun He, mom made chicken soup for you.

You’ve had a hard time giving birth. Drink some chicken soup to replenish your body. A caesarean section hurts your body and your vitality. Think about how many layers of skin you have to pierce! You have to take good care of your body and take good care of it. You don’t have to worry about the child.

, Mom will help you take it."

As she said that, she placed the sea bowl on the bedside table, took the child in Yun He's hand and teased it happily, shaking it again and again.

Seeing this, the man glanced at Yun He on the bed with an expression like 'Look, Mom is so nice, why are you so ignorant?'

But when Yun He saw the old woman, he subconsciously felt disgusted. He raised his eyes and looked at the sea bowl on the bedside table. He saw a large bowl of noodles with two sparse leaves in it, and the oil star was almost invisible.

Is this thing called chicken soup?

The old woman shook the child widely, and the child soon fell asleep. She put the child down and waved to the man to go out and not to disturb Yun He.

Upon seeing this, the man got up and walked out. The moment he closed the door, she heard the old woman say, "Yun He is a bit squeamish. Other wives can get out of bed and move around after giving birth, but she just stays in bed and can't get up. It's okay.

, she is a great contributor to giving birth to our Lao Zhu family’s child, no matter how squeamish she is, mom will take good care of her!”

"Mom, it's better for you."

The door was completely closed, and Yun He felt sick when he saw the big bowl of noodles that was as big as her two faces.

I finally experienced the experience of giving birth. This kind of thing is really uncomfortable both physically and psychologically, no matter how strong I am.

Before he could sigh, the child suddenly started crying again. Yunhe picked the child up again and softly comforted him.

This is a surrealistic novel about mother-in-law and mother-in-law abuse. The heroine and the hero Zhu Mingxuan were sweet before marriage, but lived with their parents-in-law after marriage. In a small family with the involvement of the elderly, conflicts often begin.

But the heroine is thin-skinned, and she is not a woman who likes to vent her anger on the elderly. If anything happens, she will wait for her husband Zhu Mingxuan to come back to discuss it together. At first, Zhu Mingxuan would comfort the heroine, but later, he began to say that it was all the heroine.

's mistake.

After all, before the heroine got married, their family was stable and there were not so many things going on. But since he got married, she has been saying bad things about his mother every day!

And she felt that those were his parents, and they must have done everything for his own good. Why couldn't she understand his good intentions?

This situation lasted until the heroine became pregnant, and the whole family was very happy. Even Zhu Mingxuan began to let the heroine give birth until the heroine gave birth.

She was petite and had a narrow pelvis, so she was not suitable for vaginal delivery. However, Zhu’s mother said that there was no woman who could not have a baby, so she refused a caesarean section.

Zhu Mingxuan felt that what he said was right. How could there be a woman in the world who couldn't have children? The hospital said that on purpose to make them spend more money.

The heroine screamed miserably in the delivery room, begging for a painless beating, but was ruthlessly rejected on the grounds that a painless beating would affect the child's intellectual development.

The nurses and doctors in the delivery room could only try their best to allow the heroine to give birth, but she could not meet the target and the child could not be born. She almost died in the delivery room.

In the end, the adults were silent, and it was Zhu Mingxuan's mother who entered the delivery room and took a look, then with a dark face agreed to Zhu Mingxuan's signature for a caesarean section.

This is how the whole thing started.

And what follows is the beginning of the heroine's misery. Her mother-in-law does one thing before and another behind the scenes, and her husband's incomprehension makes her suffer from severe postpartum depression.

Under the influence of her illness, she believed that the child was the source of her pain, and almost accidentally killed the child. She discovered her tendency, informed her husband and asked for consideration, but she was considered to have done it deliberately.

The heroine had no financial resources after giving birth and suffered from severe postpartum depression. In the end, when she wanted to harm the child again, she saved the child at the cost of ending her own life.

After her death, the Zhu family spread the word to everyone that she was mentally ill and wanted to strangle the child to death several times. The old Zhu family was really wronged and was deceived into marriage after spending 80,000 yuan as a gift.

From then on, the heroine was reviled even after her death, even by her family members.

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Twenty minutes after the child fell asleep again, Yunhe carefully put the child down. This time the child did not wake up. Her abdomen hurt so much that she could not sit for a long time, so she rested against the bedside for a while.

Looking back at the big bowl of noodles just now, I saw that they had long since become a ball, and the oil stars on them had formed into lumps. Not to mention how disgusting it was.

Her stomach was growling with hunger, and laughter and laughter could be heard outside the house, but she seemed to be abandoned. No one cared whether she had eaten or not, and no one asked her whether she was thirsty, whether her wound hurt, or whether she needed medicine.

Should you eat it?

She clicked her tongue, picked up her phone and ordered a takeaway, and made a special note to the mother, asking for less oil, less salt and no seasoning.

The merchant quickly took the order and the takeout was delivered forty minutes later. Zhu Mingxuan rushed into the room with a dark face and asked Yun He, "What do you mean? Mom worked hard to cook for you, and you don't want to eat but you still order takeout."

Break her heart? Are you still human?"

Zhu's mother hurriedly came over and cried, "Don't make trouble with Yunhe. She just gave birth to a baby. Even if she is not sensible, we can't do this to her. She can eat whatever she wants. It's okay. Mom will cook it for her in different ways at night.

You must serve her well. It doesn't matter if Mom is a little wronged, you must not quarrel."

Yun He glanced at Zhu Mingxuan coldly, pointed at the noodles that had become mushy in the bowl, and said, "Here, you can eat it for me."

There was a slight panic on Zhu's mother's face, but she quickly suppressed it. Her face was full of grievances, and tears were falling down. She directly took the sea bowl into her hand and said, "It's okay. If you don't want to eat it, don't eat it. This is

It's normal that you can't get used to the confinement meals specially made for you. Just... eat less takeout, that food is not healthy. Just tell mom what you want to eat. Can mom make it for you? Mom will try to make it the same as in a restaurant.

, but the ingredients bought by mom are fresher and cleaner than those in the restaurant. You are not only yourself, but also your children. You..."

She looked like she couldn't speak any more, holding the bowl in one hand and wiping tears with the other as she walked out.

Zhu Mingxuan was furious and banged the table loudly. He didn't care about the child at all, "Yunhe! What do you want? Can't you just relax for a while after a good weekend? Mom deliberately cooked your meals separately from ours. You

What else are you dissatisfied with? Isn’t she doing good for you? Are you so heartless and incapable of understanding other people’s kindness towards you? "