[Making the best of a bad situation] (Part A)

Author: 32398782
Published on the forum on December 15, 2017
Word count: 11461
After my mother and I got up from the floor, she went into the room to change. She changed out of her sports bra into a
white t-shirt, but kept my basketball shorts. However, two lines were visible through the shorts, indicating that she
had put on her underwear.
What had just happened made things a little awkward between my mother and me. I could feel it, and my mother probably felt
it too. For a moment, I didn't know how to ease the awkward atmosphere. Thankfully, my mother spoke first.
While tying her hair, she asked, "What do you want to eat tonight? I'll cook for you. Eating in the cafeteria all the time must be tiring."
I thought for a moment and said, "Sweet and sour pork ribs, some meatballs, and stir-fried beef would be fine too."
My mother rolled her eyes at me and said, "Why don't you ask your mother to cook you a Manchu Han Imperial Feast?" I put
my hands on my mother's shoulders and said with a grin, "Even a Manchu Han Imperial Feast can't compare to Mom's cooking
."
My mother turned her head and pretended to be disgusted, saying, "Alright, alright." "Stop being so glib. You think
you're some kind of emperor? Do you really think you're the emperor?" I said, feigning seriousness. "If I were the emperor, then you'd be the empress, Mom."
My mother frowned. "What did you just say?" I laughed. "No, no, I meant Empress Dowager
. I misspoke."
My mother reached for my waist and pinched me hard. "You're taking advantage of your mother again. You're asking for trouble
." I quickly said, "Okay, okay, Mom, I'm sorry. Let's go buy the groceries."
Seeing that I had given in, my mother didn't continue. After getting our things, we went downstairs.
The market wasn't far from home, so my mother and I didn't drive. It was already past ten o'clock, and the market
wasn't too crowded anymore. My mother said she wanted to buy a carp, so we went to a fish stall. The owner was a
bald, fat man wearing a leather apron, standing by the fish tank.
My mother bent down, looking at the fish in the pond, and said, "Boss, how much are these carp?" The fishmonger,
smoking a cigarette, replied, "13 yuan a pound. They were just brought from the fishpond today,
very fresh."
I rarely go grocery shopping; I usually go with my mother, and she's the one who chooses the fish. While my mother was selecting
fish, I noticed the fishmonger's eyes were fixed on her. I looked down and realized why.
My mother had just changed into a wide-necked t-shirt under a denim shirt, and now, bent over selecting
fish, the neckline was wide open, making her breasts, encased in a light blue bra, appear even more prominent due to gravity.
She was completely oblivious to the fishmonger's lewd gaze. Of course, I couldn't let this fat bastard take
advantage of my mother, so I immediately stood in front of her, blocking the fishmonger's view.
My mother, seeing my behavior, was puzzled: "Why are you standing here? You're blocking my way."
I didn't explain, but simply pulled her up and said, "This fish isn't good, let's go to another stall."
My mother was confused: "What's wrong with it? It's fine." I said impatiently, "If it's bad, it's bad. Other
stalls sell it too."
Seeing my displeasure, my mother didn't say anything and left. Unexpectedly, just as we turned around, we heard the fish stall
owner's voice: "Beautiful lady, you're not choosing anymore? This fish is quite good. Don't go, take another look." Hearing this,
I couldn't hold back anymore. I hadn't wanted to argue with this fat man before, but although my mother couldn't understand his words,
I knew his underlying meaning.
I turned around and said to the fish stall owner, "Don't think I don't know what you were doing. If you
say another word, I'll blind you."
The fat man clearly knew what I meant and didn't dare to speak again.
I had no intention of arguing with him any further and turned to leave. My mother was even more confused now, so I pulled her to
continue shopping for groceries. My mother asked me, "Why did you yell at that fishmonger just now?"
I didn't answer her directly, but just said, "He's being a jerk, don't worry about it."
My mother was a little displeased, and as she walked away, she said to me, "Tell me clearly what happened, don't
just talk nonsense."
Not wanting to upset my mother, I had no choice but to tell her the truth. Contrary to my expectations, my mother wasn't
angry after hearing this. Instead, she half-jokingly said to me, "That fishmonger peeked at your mother a few times, and you
're going to hit him? What if he touched your mother? Would you kill him?"
I was furious at my mother's words: "Mom, he's clearly taking advantage of you, and he even invited
you back. I can't stand it."
Seeing my serious expression, my mother laughed even harder: "Alright, alright, Mom won't tease you anymore. Mom knows
you're worried about me, but don't do it again. Next time something like this happens, just tell Mom. Mom's a police officer;
I have ways to deal with those old lechers. If you just yelled at him like that, it'll be fine if he's a coward, but if he's a scoundrel..." "Son,
if I insist on arguing with you, you won't get any benefit, understand?"
Although I knew my mother was right, and my behavior just now was indeed a bit too impulsive, I still
stubbornly retorted, "Anyway, I can't stand it if I don't take advantage of you."
My mother gave me a meaningful smile: "Others can't take advantage of their mother,
but you can?"
I was speechless for a moment, and argued, "It's different. I'm your son, not someone else." Seeing that I
was already exasperated, my mother couldn't help but laugh even more happily. My mother often liked to tease me like this. When I was teased
to the point of helplessness, my mother's goal was achieved, which made me feel that my mother was sometimes like a little girl.
However, after my mother's teasing, I was no longer angry. After returning home from shopping, my mother and I
were in the kitchen preparing the groceries we had just bought. After I helped my mother prepare the carp and other ingredients, my mother asked me
to leave. I was bored in the living room, watching TV and playing on my phone.
While I was playing, I suddenly received a WeChat message from Sister Yang: "Xiao Jia, are you free this afternoon?"
I figured I had a couple of days off and nothing else to do, so I replied, "Sure, what's up?" A little
while later, Sister Yang replied: "Do you know Dongfeng Road Elementary School in the west of the city? My younger brother goes there..."
"I told her I was going to pick him up this afternoon, but I have a business engagement and probably won't be able to go with him.
Could you pick him up for me?" Without much thought, I agreed. Sister Yang's job
is much busier than mine.
She manages the auto repair shop, contacts parts suppliers, and sometimes has to attend various business engagements.
Both professionally and personally, it was only natural for me to help her with this small favor.
My mother finished cooking around 11 a.m., and we ate and chatted.
I suddenly remembered my mother practicing yoga today, so I asked her, "Mom, why did you suddenly decide
to practice yoga lately?"
While picking fish bones out of the fish, my mother said, "Nothing much, I was just bored at home.
I happened to run into your Aunt Li yesterday, and we chatted for a bit. She said she's been practicing yoga lately, saying it can slim
your legs and waist, and the results are pretty good. I figured I had nothing else to do at home, so I asked her for some videos to try
." Hearing this, I couldn't help but laugh.
Seeing me laugh, my mother asked, "What are you laughing at? Is practicing yoga that funny?"
I stopped laughing and explained, "Mom, it's not that your yoga is funny. It's that Aunt Li said she practices yoga,
and I just wanted to laugh. Look at the poses we did this morning, with Aunt Li's weight, I doubt she could even
support herself on one leg."
Aunt Li is a colleague of my mother's; she's a very nice person, just very overweight. After hearing my explanation, my mother laughed
and said, "Alright, don't make fun of your Aunt Li. She may be a little chubby, but she's a very
kind person."
I swallowed the food in my mouth and said to my mother, "Mom, actually I think you have a great figure, really.
There's no need for you to do yoga." "Really? But I think my butt is getting bigger and bigger. The
jeans I bought last year are almost too small to wear this year." My mother seemed a little troubled. Without thinking, I explained, "Mom,
it's not your fault, the jeans have shrunk. Besides, you're not some seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl anymore. A
bigger butt makes you look more attractive." Then I felt a sharp pain on my head. My mother gave me a hard flick on the forehead.
"You brat, you're making fun of your mother again. I'll smash your head in!" my mother said, pretending to be fierce. Seeing the situation was turning sour, I
immediately backed down: "Okay, okay, Mom. I won't talk about my butt anymore, let's eat first. I finally
made it home, I can't let my head swell up before I've even eaten a few bites." My mother frowned: "Then come
home for meals more often, so I don't have to bring you food every few days." I grinned at my mother: "I know,
Mom loves me the most." My mother rolled her eyes at me: "If you know that, come home to see Mom more often, don't make Mom feel like a lonely
old woman."
I pretended to be serious and said to my mother: "How about Mom moves in with me?" My mother
replied with a look of disgust: "Forget it, I don't want to live in your doghouse. Besides, aren't you afraid people
will laugh at us for sleeping in the same room?"
I muttered softly: "It's not like I haven't slept in one before." My mother frowned: "What did you say?" I didn't
dare to answer, just chuckled and continued eating.
I woke up from my afternoon nap after 3 p.m. My mother wasn't home; there was a small note on the table saying she'd gone to see
Aunt Li again and that I should fend for myself for dinner. I tidied myself up and, seeing that it was almost time,
decided to go pick up Yang Jie's younger brother. Dongfeng Road is quite far from our home, and my mother had driven away again. Seeing that I
had enough time, I didn't take a taxi but took the bus. When I arrived at the entrance of Dongfeng Road Elementary School, many parents were waiting
for their children. Soon, children started coming out in a line holding their class signs. I saw
the line of Class 3, Grade 3, and went over to ask, "Which child is Yang Li? I'm Uncle Zheng Jia; your sister Yang Jie asked me
to pick you up." Then, a thin little boy, holding a comic book, came out of the line.
Yang Jie had clearly informed her brother beforehand that I was coming to pick him up, so he didn't ask any questions and just followed me.
I'm actually not very good at interacting with children and don't know what to say to them. I
hailed a taxi with Yang Li at the intersection. Yang Li is a very quiet child, not making a fuss, and was engrossed in his comic book,
though he seemed a little sullen. I didn't like this somber atmosphere, so I asked him, "Li
, have you always lived at school?" Yang Li didn't look up at me and said softly, "No, I only
started living at school last semester." I asked him, "Why don't you live at home? Your home isn't far from school." Yang Li
continued looking at his comic book, "Nobody lives at home." I was a little surprised, "Besides your sister's family, don't you have any other
elders?" Yang Li answered, "Yes, Grandma. But Grandma got sick last year and has been in the hospital."
I hadn't expected this. "Are you hungry? Why don't you come eat with Uncle? Otherwise, if you
go back home alone, no one will cook for you." Yang Li quickly said, "No need, Uncle Zheng, I'm not hungry."
But just as he finished speaking, I heard a few rumbling sounds from his stomach. I smiled and said, "You still
say you're not hungry?
Don't be shy, Uncle will take you to eat." Yang Li didn't say anything, just nodded silently. I
had the driver take us to Wanda Plaza, and I took Yang Li to a restaurant I often go to; their
beef curry rice and fried chicken cutlets are quite good. While waiting for the food, I chatted with him for a bit, and he
was noticeably less reserved than before. He told me that since his grandmother was hospitalized, he had been living at school, thinking that once
his grandmother recovered, he could go home. But unexpectedly, his grandmother had been hospitalized since last year until
now.
I asked him, "Doesn't your sister have time to take care of you?" Mentioning Sister Yang, Yang Li's expression became somewhat sad
. "My sister works so hard. She has to support my studies and also pay for Grandma's medical treatment. Grandma is hospitalized, and it
costs a lot of money every month." I was a little surprised. "What about your parents? Don't they have money?" Yang Li lowered his head and
answered softly, "Mom ran away, and Dad died in an accident at a construction site a couple of years ago." Yang Li's words surprised me
greatly; I had never imagined that Sister Yang's family would be in such a situation. For a moment, I didn't know
what to say to Yang Li, so I gently patted his head.
After dinner, it was almost dark. I was about to go to the intersection with Yang Li to hail a taxi when we passed
a bookstore. I suddenly remembered that Yang Li liked comics, so I pulled her into the bookstore and bought him a few of his
favorite comic books. Yang Li is a child with a hard life. Although I really wanted to do something for him, my abilities were
limited, and this was all I could do for him.
After dropping Yang Li off at home, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening. I was about to go home when my phone suddenly rang. I
saw it was my mother calling, but when I answered, it was Aunt Li's voice on the other end: "Hello? Jiajia
? Where are you now? This afternoon, an aunt from the bureau had her birthday, and a few of us sisters were having dinner at the Regent Hotel.
Your mother drank too much and can't drive. Can you come and pick her up?" Hearing that my mother was drunk gave me a headache
. My mother is good in every way, except that her alcohol tolerance is extremely low; she can't handle more than a few beers. Moreover, she has a bad temper when drunk
; she becomes a completely different person, prone to rambling nonsense. Fortunately,
she tires out quickly after getting drunk and doesn't throw a tantrum. I took a taxi to the Regent Hotel and arrived at the private room where my mother and her friends were. Opening the door, I saw
my mother's group of girlfriends. My mother was sitting on a small sofa in the room, her coat draped over her shoulders,
her eyes closed, her face flushed, muttering something unintelligible. Aunt Li saw me come in and
said with a smile, "Jiajia, your mother just had a few drinks and started talking nonsense again. While she's asleep now, you
should take her home quickly." I nodded to Aunt Li and then said to the other aunties, "Excuse me
, ladies, my mother has had too much to drink again. I'll take her home first." I wanted to put my mother's hand on my shoulder and help
her downstairs, but I found she couldn't even stand up, so I had to carry her on my back. My mother's breasts
pressed tightly against my back. Even through a bra and a thin shirt, their fullness was almost
unbearable. I carried my mother into the elevator and pressed the button for the basement. The elevator arrived at the first floor in no time,
but my mother woke up. I knew that once she woke up, trouble was brewing. I had just carried her into the car when she
suddenly grabbed my collar, shook me violently, and shouted, "Who...who are you? Why are you carrying me
into the car?" I pulled her hands off me and told her, "Mom, Mom, it's me. I'm your
son. You've had too much to drink. Let's get in the car and go home." My mother looked at me, then suddenly pulled me into
her arms tightly. "Ah, it's Jiajia! How...how did you get so big all of a sudden?" Drunk people
are always inexplicably strong. I was held so tightly by my mother that I almost fell into the back seat.
"Come here, Jiajia, let Mom hug you." My mother hugged me even tighter, almost suffocating
me. I said to her, "That's enough, Mom, that's enough,"
trying to pull away, but she wouldn't let go. We struggled for a while until she got tired, and I was finally able to
break free. Then I noticed that the buttons on my mother's shirt had almost come undone down to her navel during our struggle
. Her breasts, encased in a sky-blue bra, heaved with her breath, and her snow-white skin
looked warm and alluring in the dim car light. The sight before me made my mouth dry.
My mother lay flat on the back seat, her legs curled up. I looked around; the huge underground parking lot was empty. I got into
the
back seat and closed the door. My mother's BYD F6 was two or three years old;
the back seat space in this type of car wasn't particularly large to begin with. My mother was lying down again, so I could only place her feet on my thighs and
kneel on the back seat. I called her softly, but she didn't respond. Seeing this, I couldn't restrain myself any longer.
My mind was filled with the sensation of my hand touching my mother when I secretly touched her. An unprecedented impulse
made me lose my mind. While softly calling my mother's name, I slowly placed my hand
on her breasts.
I didn't dare to take off her bra, so I put my hand inside. Soft breast flesh immediately filled
my entire palm, and my mother's nipples were like soft candy, kneading in my palm. My mother gently twisted
her body, and my breathing became more and more rapid. My penis was as hard as a branding iron, and through my sports
pants, I began to unconsciously rub against my mother's legs. I couldn't help but pull down my mother's bra, and her two
round and full breasts were naked in front of me. Supported by the bra, they appeared even firmer and fuller,
like two white balloons filled with water. I lowered my head and gently took her rosy nipple into my mouth, beginning to suckle
. My mother let out a faint moan, which excited me even more. The fragrance emanating from her body intoxicated me.
I kissed her collarbone incessantly, kneading her breasts with both hands. My mother twisted her body, and my
penis throbbed painfully hard. I pulled down my sweatpants and underwear together, my penis erect, like
a cannon turret ready to fire, the glans trembling slightly, as if signaling an attack. I quickly
pulled down my mother's casual pants; she was wearing a matching sky-blue underwear. I gently caressed her
vulva through the underwear.
Soon, I noticed a small ring of light moisture on the sky-blue underwear. I brought the glans
closer and began rubbing it against my mother's vulva through the underwear.
The forbidden pleasure made my brain rush with blood; I felt my heart pounding to its limit. Just as I could no longer
restrain myself and was about to part the fabric and insert myself... My mother let out a painful groan, then shoved me aside with her knee and
began vomiting, leaning on the seat for support. I lost my balance and fell backward, my head slamming hard against the gear shift. A
warm trickle ran down my forehead; I touched it, and my hand was covered in bright red blood. The pain in my forehead brought me back to
my senses. I looked at my mother, her clothes disheveled, and my penis still exposed. Suddenly, a
powerful sense of guilt suffocated me. What was I doing? I had actually tried to sexually assault my own mother.
From childhood to adulthood, this woman had sacrificed so much for me, and I had actually tried to take advantage of her while she was drunk
.
I hastily treated the wound on my head and the vomit on the floor with tissues, then began to help my mother put on
her pants, button her shirt, and then cover her with her coat. From beginning to end, I didn't dare look directly at
my mother's face, even though she had already fallen asleep again after vomiting.
On the way home, the car window was half-open, and the autumn night air was already quite chilly. But I didn't close the window,
letting the cool breeze caress my face. The cool breeze calmed my heart, my breathing became steady, and my thoughts returned to
reason. But that sense of guilt still lingered in my heart, like a persistent ghost. Back home,
I carried my mother to her bed, placed a cup of hot water by her bedside, quickly cleaned
the vomit off her clothes, covered her with a blanket, and closed the door.
I wanted to sleep, but then I noticed the wound on my head had started bleeding again; the Yunnan Baiyao I had applied earlier didn't seem to
have completely stopped the bleeding. Seeing no other way, I had to go to the hospital again. Fortunately, the hospital near my neighborhood
wasn't far. The doctor stitched it up. Afraid my mother would notice, I deliberately asked the doctor to make the gauze smaller
so my bangs could barely cover the wound. After treating the wound, I got home after eleven o'clock, took
a shower, and went to bed. That night, however, I didn't sleep well. The image of my mother's
half-naked body, my rapid breathing, and her faint moans kept flashing through my mind. In my hazy state, I returned
to the scene in the car. My mother lay half-naked, and like a wild beast, I violently ripped off her bra,
grabbed her breasts, and began to suckle. My mother twisted her body, letting out muffled moans. I held her
cheeks with both hands and kissed her fiercely. I stuck my tongue into her mouth, searching for her sweet tongue. My mother
initially resisted, but slowly extended her tongue. Our two tongues swirled in her mouth, and
as I tasted her saliva, I used my hands to pull down her panties. Then I stroked the
valley between my mother's legs, gently caressing her labia. Gradually, I felt my fingertips becoming increasingly wet. I lowered my head,
grasped my penis, and rubbed it against the entrance of my mother's vagina before thrusting it inside her
… But instead of feeling warmth and moisture, I felt a dampness in my crotch. I opened my eyes and saw
myself lying alone in bed; my mother was nowhere to be seen. I reached down and touched my genitals. I couldn't help but smile bitterly;
I had had a wet dream.
The next day, around seven o'clock, before dawn, I quietly got up. To avoid my mother discovering my
wet dream, I changed my underwear and washed the old one. I also cooked a pot of millet porridge and fried
a few eggs. After all that fuss, it was already past eight. I was eating breakfast when my mother came out of her room
. What embarrassed me was that my mother had changed into her pajamas at some point, and it was obvious she wasn't
wearing a bra. Through the thin fabric, I could clearly see the outline of her breasts, and even
the two nipples. I remembered what had happened last night, and I deliberately lowered my head to avoid looking at her. My mother went to the water dispenser
and, without a word, filled a large glass with cold water. I quickly told her, "Don't drink the cold water, there's hot water here."
Then I poured a glass of hot water from the thermos for her, adding some cold
water to prevent her from burning herself.
My mother took the glass and drank it all in one gulp. Then, she lay down on the sofa, without turning her head,
and said to me, "Jiajia, do we still have any hangover medicine? Mom's head hurts a bit, can you get me a couple?"
I replied, "Mom, hangover medicine is for taking before drinking, it won't work now." "But Mom's head
hurts terribly right now," my mother replied, rubbing her head. I told my mother to wait a moment, then made her a cup of honey
water and a hot towel. She drank a few sips of the honey water and lay down again. I placed the hot towel on her forehead
.
She sighed, seeming much better. "If you can't drink it, don't drink it anymore.
Do you feel good looking like this?" I said to my mother as I tidied her clothes in her room. My mother
slowly replied, "Mom had too much fun with your aunties yesterday, so I drank a few too many drinks."
I put the clothes in the laundry basket and then said, "Mom, don't give me that. A few too many drinks? When I came
over yesterday, I couldn't even help you up; I had to carry you downstairs. Don't drink like that again." My mother chuckled
, "I know, I know. When you were little, I disciplined you; now it's your turn to discipline me." I was about to
put the clothes in the washing machine when my mother suddenly called out to me, "Jiajia, Mom hasn't washed her underwear yet
. Why don't you wash it for me too?" I didn't say anything, went back to my mother's room, grabbed her underwear,
and went back to the bathroom. My mother was lying on the sofa. I was in the bathroom, holding
the underwear she had just changed out of yesterday. Her sky-blue underwear was now in my hand, and I couldn't help but think back to
the scene when I took her to the car last night. Did that small water stain on the underwear indicate that she had also felt something then? I
dared not think about it anymore, and I couldn't think about it anymore. I put my underwear directly into the washing machine and closed the
lid.
I went to the living room, intending to call my mother to wash up and have breakfast. However, my mother glanced at me
and suddenly asked, "Jiajia, what happened to your eyebrow?" I thought my bangs would cover it
, so my mother wouldn't notice, but she saw right through me. I pretended nothing was wrong and replied, "Nothing, nothing at all."
My mother said irritably, "You still say nothing? The gauze is showing. Did you think I would
n't see it just because your hair is a little long?
There are so many bloody tissues in the trash can." Seeing that I couldn't deny it, I could only say that I had bumped into something
.
My mother made me sit on the sofa, made me bend down, and then leaned over to lift my bangs, revealing
the wound on my head. "You even got stitches. What happened?" My mother's tone became serious
, but I didn't care what she was saying at that moment. My mother's posture made the already loose
neckline of her pajamas completely open in front of me. My mother wasn't wearing a bra, and her two white breasts were right in
front of me, trembling with her movements, her rosy nipples peeking out. Afraid of having impure thoughts again, I
turned my head away. Seeing that I didn't speak, my mother continued, "Say something, Mom's asking you a question
."
I casually replied, "I already said it's nothing, I accidentally bumped into something at the factory the other day." Not wanting
my mother to continue questioning me, I got up and went back to my room. I changed my clothes in the room, preparing to go back to the auto repair shop.
I hadn't planned to go back to the auto repair shop so soon, but I realized I couldn't stay alone with my mother like this any longer
. I packed my things and came out of my room. My mother saw me dressed and looked at
me strangely: "What? Are you going out?" I casually told her, "I'm going back to the factory,
something's come up."
Seeing my hurried manner, my mother didn't ask any further questions. I quickly boarded the bus to the auto repair
shop after leaving the residential area.
On the bus, I kept thinking about my mother. Ever since that night in the underground
parking lot of the Regent Mall, I've found it hard to look at her with normal tenderness. I admit
I do have a mother complex, but what happened that night made me feel like I was losing control.
I was afraid something similar would happen again, so I decided to go back to the factory early.
As soon as I got back to the auto repair shop, I saw that Land Rover again. Sister Yang rushed out of the office and hurriedly
got into the car. I had never seen Sister Yang in such a hurry before, and I was filled with questions. Just then, Lao Liu
suddenly appeared out of nowhere and whispered in my ear, "Look, it's that guy again. They're
definitely up to something." I had just left home and was already a bit irritable. So I replied irritably, "Alright
, what business is it of ours where they go? Just shut up." Seeing I was a little angry, Lao Liu pouted and
slipped aside without saying anything more. Before I could say anything more, I heard Lu Gaonan's voice from behind:
"Xiao Jia, stop chatting and hurry to the consultation room. The insurance company people are here today. You need to go quickly."
I rushed to the consultation room and started talking to the insurance company people. Actually, insurance companies are my least favorite clients
. Although they always sign long-term cooperation contracts, they have many demands, and unlike individual customers
, they can't recommend repair solutions. They usually have their own repair requirements, which is very troublesome. After seeing the insurance company
people off, it was already past four in the afternoon. At this time, the auto repair shop basically had no customers left. Lu Gaonan usually
only stayed at the factory for an hour or two before leaving, but I was surprised to see
him come out of his office. He greeted me warmly, and I casually asked,
"Uncle Gaonan, you're still here?" Lu Gaonan frowned. "Oh dear, there's been
a problem with the parts supply these past few days. Yang Jie just went to talk to them, and she hasn't been around for the past few days. So I had to come over." No wonder Sister Yang
went out early this morning and hasn't returned yet. The next few days were very busy at the factory.
That day, I had just gotten back to my dormitory after work when my phone rang. I turned on the screen and saw
it was a number I hadn't seen before. I answered the phone, and a child's voice came from the other end: "
Brother Zheng Jia, this is Yang Li. I went to the hospital to see Grandma today, but for some reason, she stopped responding after a short while
. Grandma is in the operating room now. I called my sister, but her phone is off. The hospital
needs money now, and I don't know what to do..." I quickly told him, "Xiao Li, don't panic. Tell the doctor
to wait a moment, I'll be right there." I rushed downstairs, but the factory area is in the suburbs,
so it took me a long time to get a taxi. When I arrived at the hospital, it was already past 7 p.m. I
found Yang Li at the entrance of the operating room; he was sitting alone on a chair outside the operating room, looking dazed. As soon as he saw me,
he rushed towards me, hugging my waist and crying, "Zheng Jia, Grandma's been inside for so
long, will she be alright? My sister isn't answering my calls, I'm so scared." I gently patted his back:
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, your grandma will be alright. Your sister is away on a business trip, her phone might be dead. She'll
be here soon." With my reassurance, Yang Li quickly stopped crying. I let him sit there while I went to
the cashier to pay for the surgery. I also bought Yang Li a boxed lunch at the hospital cafeteria. Yang Li sat in the waiting
room eating his lunch, and I sat beside him, looking at his helpless expression. I saw my own reflection. During
the two years my father was on the run, my mother had just started working at the police station, often working night shifts and not having time to cook for me. So, I often came
home to find only a cold boxed lunch on the table. But I still had my maternal grandparents' house to visit, while this child
had no one else to rely on besides his sister and grandmother. Grandma Yang Li came out of the operating room more than two hours later. Yang Li 　　had fallen asleep in his chair
sometime during the surgery . I quickly went over to the doctor and asked about Grandma Yang Li's condition: "Doctor, 　　how is Grandma Yang now?" The doctor took off his mask and looked at me with a serious expression: "Grandma Yang is stable now, but 　　her cerebrovascular obstruction is getting worse. I can't say how much longer she has. I can only say that you, 　　her family, should be prepared." After saying that, the doctor left. Looking at the sleeping Yang Li, I couldn't help but feel 　　a pang of sadness. Such a young age, yet he had to bear the pain of losing a loved one. I gently patted Yang Li's feet, intending to take him home 　　, but he insisted on staying in the ward with his grandmother. The bed for accompanying patients in the ward was very small, only big enough for one person. I let 　　Yang Li sleep in the bed, and I sat alone at the ward door. I checked my phone; it was almost midnight. 　　There were definitely no cars left to take him back to the auto repair shop. People in the suburbs don't like to go even during the day, let alone 　　now. I didn't want to go home, so I sat alone by the ward door waiting for dawn. I put on my headphones, listened to music, leaned back 　　in the chair outside the ward, closed my eyes, and quietly fell asleep. In my hazy state, I felt someone nudging 　　me. I opened my eyes and saw Sister Yang standing in front of me. I took off my headphones, and before I could 　　speak, Sister Yang spoke first: "How is Grandma's condition?" I rubbed my eyes: "Xiao Li is still 　　inside, it's not convenient to talk here, let's go downstairs." 　　Downstairs, I checked my phone; it was a little past five in the morning, and there were very few people in the hospital. "The doctor 　　said Grandma's condition is temporarily stable, but her illness is not optimistic, and we should be prepared," 　　Sister Yang said. She didn't speak, her tired eyes behind her gold-rimmed glasses revealing a sadness, and she lowered her head 　　in silence. After a moment, Sister Yang spoke: "I know, everyone gets old eventually, I 　　just didn't expect Grandma to leave so soon." I looked at the woman in front of me, thinking of the burdens she had borne.

Everything felt even more bitter. I was about to comfort Sister Yang when she continued, "Xiao Jia,
thank you so much for everything last night." I smiled at her: "It's alright, Sister Yang. Actually,
you're the one who's really had a tough time. Yang Li told me that you're the one who's really struggling." Sister Yang smiled:
"That brat is talking nonsense again. It's not as exaggerated as he makes it out to be. My grandma is so old, and Xiao Li is only in elementary
school. If I don't work, where will I get the money?" Looking at Sister Yang's forced smile, I didn't know what to say.
Sister Yang patted my shoulder and took a bottle of water out of her bag, handing it to me: "Have some water. Your
voice sounds different." I didn't take the water, but instead grabbed Yang Jie's hand: "Sister Yang, if
you need anything in the future, just tell me. As long as you need help, I'll definitely help you." Sister Yang smiled, a fleeting hint of bitterness in her eyes
: "You and your mother are both very good people." I was a little confused
.
Sister Yang looked at me and explained, "Xiao Li's household registration is still in his hometown, which makes it very troublesome for him to go to school here. It was your mother
who helped solve this problem." My mother hadn't told me about this. "Sister Yang, you've helped me a lot too. In
the first few days after I came to the factory, my reports were often wrong. If it weren't for you teaching me step by step, I would have been fired long ago."
Sister Yang smiled and said, "It's normal not to know those things when you first come. You're doing quite well now. Alright
, I see you haven't slept well all night. How about I give you a day off today so you can go home and rest." "Going home?" I don't know
why, but I didn't want to see my mother right now, so I declined, saying, "No need, I'll go back to the factory first."
Seeing that I wasn't going home, Sister Yang seemed to sense something was wrong: "What? Did you have a fight with your mother?" I explained, "No
, I won't be able to sleep if I go back now. I'd rather go back to the factory and finish last week's reports. If I'm really tired,
I can go back to the dormitory to rest." Sister Yang didn't insist anymore: "Okay, then you go back first. I'll go check on Xiaoli and
Grandma."
When I got back to the factory, it was just past eight in the morning. It was drizzling today, and I didn't think I was that
sleepy, but I started to doze off shortly after sitting down in the consultation room. I struggled for a few minutes,
but finally fell asleep on the table. However, just as I was drifting off to sleep, I suddenly heard someone knocking on the door.
I opened my eyes and saw a thin, middle-aged man standing at the door of the consultation room. I looked closely and realized it
was the man in the Land Rover. The man in the Land Rover smiled at me: "Young man, why are you so sleepy? You fell asleep on the table
." I smiled sheepishly: "Excuse me, is there anything I can help you with?"
The man in the Land Rover turned to look at Sister Yang's office, then handed me a business card: "I'm from Lianfeng Auto Parts Factory.
Is your Manager Yang not here today?" I took the card and saw it read: "General Manager of Lianfeng Auto Parts Factory: Ren
Xiong."
I gestured for Ren Xiong to sit down and explained, "Manager Yang hasn't come to the factory yet. Would you like
to sit for a while? I'll give her a call." Ren Xiong waved his hand: "No need, I have other things to do.
When she comes back, please tell her to make sure she's on time for tonight's gathering." With that, he turned and left.
For some reason, Lao Liu's words suddenly echoed in my mind: "Those two are definitely up to something."
But then I thought, even if Ren Xiong really did have something going on with Sister Yang, what could I say?
(To be continued)
PS: I originally planned to finish writing it before posting, but I probably won't have time to write more in the next few days, so I'll
post this part first. It's tentatively titled Part A of the next chapter. Although this division is a bit strange, it's already the end of the year, and
I'm very busy with work and have many things to handle. I hope everyone can understand. By the way, please stop asking me if it's about green (
cheating/greening). For some reason, people keep asking why I don't write about green. I've already said it once, and I'll say it again: this is
a novella, there's no green! No green! No green! This was a rushed update, so there may be typos and omissions. I hope my fellow enthusiasts will forgive me
.
Finally, I would appreciate it if the moderator could help with the formatting. Thank you.

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