When Xia Weiran and the old man Sancai walked into the room, the old lady was cutting Fat Knife's nails. Fat Knife's hands were ugly, and his fingernails were also ugly, but the old lady held her son's hand as if she was holding some fragile treasure.

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Carefully cutting off the excess for his son, which might hurt his own nails, Xia Weiran saw it and felt quite envious. As the old saying goes, a mother who is one hundred years old often misses her eighty children. No matter how old the child is, he will always be there.

In a mother's heart, she can always be a child who needs to be cared for and taken care of!

Most mothers who love their children can’t help but nag their children in life even if they have already started a family. Some who specialize in writing emotional stories to earn traffic deliberately exaggerate the mother’s control, promote the mother’s desire for control, and shape the mother

Becoming a villain and shaping the child's life into a mess. At the end of the story, either the child listened to the mother's words and suffered misfortune and the mother regretted it; or the child broke up with the mother and the mother was lonely and helpless in her later years and regretted it.

During the days when her mother was forcing her to go on a blind date day after day on the phone, she often came across stories like this. Every time, she would click in to see what the ending of the story was. It seemed that she could find out what happened in those stories.

Resonance, as if I am the protagonist in the story, as if my mother is the mothers in the story.

However, when she calmed down, she realized that this was not the case.

The story is made up by the author.

Maybe extreme mothers like those in the story do exist, but they are really rare, and life cannot be as twists and turns as in the story, smoothly reaching every plot point set by the author, with climaxes one after another.

Perhaps, mother's love is mixed with a lot of selfishness, has been influenced by too much outside, and also bears the marks of the previous generation. There are some things that she can't stand but cannot change. But the most true and pure love,

After layers of fog, it never disappears.

However, I still have some regrets...

Unknowingly, tears actually slid down my cheeks and fell to the ground.

Ever since I learned to cut my own nails in elementary school, my mother seems to have never cut her own nails again...

"Not yet?"

The old man who had scattered his wealth was panicked.

It's so good, why did my sister make herself cry while watching the old lady cutting her nails?

The old lady is old, has no beautiful face, and does not have slender white fingers. The fat knife is originally a pieced-together piece of strange appearance, and the fingers are very much like mouse paws, but they are still the chubby version, which is a weird shape...

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If you ask him, there is no beauty in this scene at all, and it won't make her cry, right? The little girl is still a bit of a beauty control...

"ah?"

When his name was called, Xia Weiran reacted and quickly wiped away his tears: "What's wrong?"

At this moment, the old lady had put down Fat Dao's hand, stood up slowly, turned around, and looked at the two brothers and sisters with a smile: "You are here, sit down quickly."

There was an iron chair in the room, but the old lady pointed to another bed, and the brother and sister sat side by side on the edge of the bed: "Mother-in-law, I heard you were looking for us?"

"Yes, I want to talk to you."

The old lady chatted with the brother and sister. They talked about everything from the vegetable buns for breakfast to the black roses of Noxus. They talked about whatever came to mind. It seemed that they were just trying to find a topic to complete the chat.

They continued chatting until Xia Weiran poured water for the old lady twice. Even when she had the urge to go to the bathroom for the first time in the game, the old lady finally stopped talking.

(End of chapter)
Chapter completed!