I don't need presence or anything

Chapter 318 All in all, what should I do?

In fact, Xia Mo has always considered whether to tell her mother the truth - she is living in too much pain now; but at the same time, Xia Mo does not want her mother to be hurt again.

After all, such a thing as rebirth...

Xia Mo shook her head, and after wiping away her tears, she sat on the edge of the sofa, reached out to take her mother's arm, and leaned on her mother's shoulder.

The current Xia Mo can give people a sense of reality, so Xia Mo's mother who was already sleepy opened her eyes slightly.

Xia Mo inherited many things from her mother. Her hair color and face are similar to her mother's, especially her big eyes, which are almost carved out of the same mold as her mother; Xin, the first thing Xia Mo's mother did after waking up was to look at the side where Xia Mo was holding her arm, squinted her eyes and murmured:
"Momo...?"

Just as Xia Mo was in shock, a figure appeared in the side room.

dad? !
It is true that Xia Mo hasn't seen his father for a long time. He is different from his mother's gentleness. His father is always taciturn and serious. The former Gou Huan is almost similar; to be honest, Xia Mo has always suspected that he was adopted. After all, in terms of character, she is like no one.

She stepped forward with a smile on her face, ready to give her father a big hug; however, at this moment, her father, who had always spoken softly to her mother, became cold and cold.
"Enough is enough."

"Enough... what?"

Mom looked at Dad ignorantly.

"Don't be like this at your parents' house... It's time to come out, Momo will be sad to see you like this."

"Hmm..." Mom nodded and continued knitting the sweater in her hand, "Momo came to see me just now."

"What stupid things...it's unreasonable!" Dad stepped forward aggressively, grabbed the sweater from his mother, but was held tightly by his mother, "Who are you knitting sweaters for now! Momo It's been two years!"

"I know...but she'll come back to see me too...so...I'm going to help her—"

In my impression, my mother's strength is very small, but she still clung to the sweater and refused to let go. This is the stubbornness of a mother.

The non-existent Xia Mo stood aside, like an outsider; she pursed her lips, the corners of her mouth twitched, watching all this.

Don't be like this...don't...argue...

In my impression, my father has never been cruel to my mother; and in Xia Mo's eyes, my mother has always been the most virtuous wife and mother. She cooks delicious food, is good at housework, and has a very outstanding temperament. The mother is completely two people, seeing her parents arguing about her own affairs, Xia Mo really has the urge to show up immediately.

Obviously she is always an impulsive person whose body acts before her brain, but this time she held back.

In the end, Dad didn't stubbornly snatch the sweater from Mom, but the sweater was already wrinkled. The grandparents leaned outside the door and quietly watched the movements of their son and daughter-in-law. Fortunately, nothing happened. Xia Mo's father sighed slightly , was about to go outside the house to get some air, but suddenly felt his body sink.

Is this... dazed?
Although a little shocked, Xia Mo's father just regarded what happened just now as a hallucination caused by his exhaustion. He walked outside the house, silently took out the cigarette case in his pocket, took out a cigarette and lit it.

Mom removed the pilling part of the newly knitted sweater, and was still knitting the sweater on her own; Xia Mo saw her grandfather talking to her father, so she followed him with some concern.

"Have you considered having another one? Although you are a bit older, with the advanced medical technology, the child should still be able to support her; otherwise, she can adopt one... She can't do without a sustenance or a thought."

Dad exhaled the smoke ring and shook his head silently.

"I mentioned this to her, and she said that she was abandoning Momo in a disguised form by doing so, and her attitude was still very firm, so I didn't mention it again... But there is a strange thing; when she paid homage to Momo last time , I just said that I saw Momo again - she is with Lin Huan now. But when I asked carefully, she shied away and didn't go on..."

"She misses Momo so much that she has delusions," Grandpa patted Dad on the shoulder, "If it continues like this, take her to the hospital for treatment. If this continues..."

"How can you say that? Are you going to send your daughter-in-law to a mental hospital? I don't agree!" Grandma's reaction was very fierce, "Momo's mother has a hard life, if our own family still treats her like this , It will be a joke if you say it out!"

"Where am I going to send her there! I just suggested taking her for psychotherapy... You are uneducated and don't understand—"

"Yes, yes, I am uneducated... The hospital is so developed now, I have never seen their gang who have been paid thousands of dollars to cure Momo! After all, what did Momo do wrong? Why? To do this to her..."

Speaking of this, the three of them fell into unanimous silence; Dad smoked silently, grandma whimpered and chanted Momo's name, grandpa couldn't stand the atmosphere, and started cleaning the yard with a broom; Xia Mo squatted in the yard The corner of the room silently carries the complaints, frustrations, and sorrows of the adults.

She has always been an optimist. Except for the wet eyes when she first saw her mother, she held back her tears at other times.

You can't just be a bystander like this... In short, something needs to be done...

Xia Mo has always made up his mind and made his own decisions, so this time is the same.

On the coffee table in the living room are several New Year's cards, which were bought by the younger brothers and sisters a few days ago to send to friends; Xia Mo accidentally found her name in the cards, and couldn't help but smile knowingly.

[I hope sister Momo can come back to see us. 】

Grandpa started sweeping the floor halfway and his waist began to hurt. He supported his seemingly tough but already very fragile waist, and went back to the living room to sit for a while.

Are we really that old at our age...

When he was the principal, he had always been a stern-faced tiger. No one in the school was afraid of him, but he often made mistakes with his precious granddaughter; she always looked like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water, naughty like A tomboy, laughing while leaning against the board, he was in a dilemma, he was afraid that he would really hurt her, and he was afraid that she would not have a long memory...

"Grandpa... don't support yourself if you have a bad waist, pay more attention to your body."

? !
Grandpa opened his eyes abruptly, and suddenly had a dream of Momo in his ears.

Is... is it a dream?This is how my dementia started...

Grandpa supported his waist and walked into the yard to get some air. By the way, he was about to start the next cleaning work, but found that the yard had been cleaned.

"My wife! Did you sweep the yard? My wife!"

"Old Xia, come here... come and have a look!"

The voice of my wife came from the kitchen in the courtyard.

(End of this chapter)