In fact, Xia Mo has always considered whether to tell her mother the truth - she looks so painful now; but Xia Mo also does not want her mother to be hurt again.

After all, rebirth is like this...

Xia Mo shook her head and wiped away her tears. She sat on the edge of the sofa, put her hands on her mother's arm, and leaned on her shoulder.

Xia Mo can give people a sense of substance now, 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 were similar to her mother, especially her big eyes, which were carved out in the same mold as her mother. Perhaps it was precisely because of this kind of mother-daughter connection that Xia Mo's first thing after waking up was to look at Xia Mo holding her arm, squint her eyes and murmur:

"Momo...?"

Just as Xia Mo was shocked, a figure appeared in the room on one side.

dad?!

Xia Mo has indeed not seen her father for a long time. Unlike her mother's gentleness, her father is always taciturn and serious. She was almost the same as Gou Huan in the past. To be honest, Xia Mo has always suspected that she was adopted, after all, in terms of personality, she doesn't look like anyone else.

She smiled and prepared to give her father a big hug; however, at this moment, her father, who had always spoken to her, became cold in his words,

“It’s enough.”

"Enough...what?"

Mom looked at dad in a ignorant way.

"Don't do this at your parents' home... It's time to come out, Momo will be sad when she sees you like this."

"Well..." Mom nodded and continued to knit the sweater in her hand. "Momo came to see me just now."

"What stupid words are you saying... it's simply unreasonable!" Dad walked up to him with a fierce look, grabbed the sweater from his mother's hand, but was pulled tightly by his mother, "Who are you knitting a sweater for now? Momo has been away for two years!"

"I know...but she will come back to see me too...so...I want to help her-"

I remember that my mother was very weak, but she still held the sweater tightly and refused to let go. This was the stubbornness of being a mother.

Xia Mo, who had no sense of existence, stood aside, like an outsider; she pursed her lips and twitched the corners of her mouth, staring at all.

Don't do this... don't... quarrel...

In my impression, my father has never been fierce to my mother; and in Xia Mo's eyes, my mother has always been the most virtuous wife and mother. She is good at cooking, good at housework, and has outstanding temperament. She is completely different from her current plain and mentally upset mother. Seeing her parents having a dispute over her own affairs, Xia Mo really has the urge to show up immediately.

She was obviously an impulsive person whose body was moving first before her brain, but this time she held it back.

In the end, the father did not stubbornly snatch the sweater from his mother's hand, but the sweater was wrinkled. Grandpa and grandma leaned outside the door and quietly paid attention to the movements of their son and daughter-in-law. Fortunately, there was no trouble. Xia Mo's father sighed slightly and was about to go outside the house for some breath, but suddenly felt his body sinking.

Is this... a devilish person?

Although he was a little surprised, Xia Mo's father just regarded what had just happened as an hallucination that he had been too tired. He walked out of the house, silently took out the cigarette box from his pocket, took out a cigarette and lit it.

Mom chose the pilled part of the newly knitted sweater and was still knitting her sweater on her own. When Xia Mo saw her grandfather talking to her father, she cared a little and followed her.

"Are you consider having another one? Although you are a little older, now that medical technology is so advanced, your children should still be able to support them; otherwise, you should adopt one... She can't have no place or thoughts."

Dad spat out a mouthful of smoke rings and shook his head silently.

"I mentioned this to her. She said that she was abandoning Momo in disguise and her attitude was very firm, so I didn't mention it again... But there was a strange thing; the last time she paid tribute to Momo, she said she saw Momo again - she is now with Lin Huan. But when I asked carefully, she refused and said nothing..."

"She just missed Momo so much and had delusions," Grandpa patted his father's shoulder. "If you want to keep doing this, you'd better take her to the hospital for treatment. If this continues..."

"Why are you talking like 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 is already in a miserable life. If our family members still treat her like this, it will make people laugh at her if they say it!"

"I'm not sending it there! I just suggest taking her for psychotherapy... You are not educated and don't understand-"

"Yes, yes, I'm not educated... The hospital is so developed now, and I haven't seen their thousands of kills cure Momo! After all, what did Momo do wrong, why did she treat her like this..."

Speaking of this, the three of them fell into a unanimous silence; dad was smoking silently, grandma whimpering, chanting Momo's name, grandpa couldn't stand the atmosphere, and took a broom to start cleaning the yard; Xia Mo squatted in the corner of the yard, silently carrying the adults' complaints, frustrations, and sadness.

She has always been optimistic. Except for the mom's eyes that made her wet when she first met her mother, she also held back and didn't cry at other times.

You can't just be a bystander like this... In short, what should you do...

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

There were a few New Year greeting cards on the coffee table in the living room, which were bought by my younger brothers and sisters a few days ago and sent to friends. Xia Mo accidentally found his name in the greeting card and couldn't help but smile knowingly.

[I hope Sister Momo can come back to see us.]

My grandfather swept the floor and started to hurt when he was halfway through his waist. He held his old waist, which seemed tough but was already very fragile, and went back to the living room to sit for a while.

Are we really old?

When he was the principal, he was always a stern tiger. None of the teachers and students in the school were afraid of him, but he often had no choice but to use his treasure granddaughter. She always looked like a dead pig and was not afraid of boiling water. She was naughty like a tomboy, laughing while beating the board, making him in a dilemma, afraid that he would really hurt her, and afraid that she would not have a memory...

"Grandpa... If you don't have a good waist, don't hold on. Pay more attention to your health."

?!

Grandpa suddenly opened his eyes and in a trance, he actually had a dream in his ears.

Is it...a dream? My Alzheimer's disease begins now...

Grandpa supported his waist and went to the yard for some breathing. He also prepared to start the next cleaning work, but found that the yard had been cleaned.

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

"Old Xia, come here... come and take a look!"
Chapter completed!