Three Women in the Cage

They sat together holding hands and chatting animatedly. After they finished their work, the two sisters prepared to leave because there was no need to stay any longer. After all, in their eyes, the two sisters were just hardworking helpers.

Why did they work so hard? Firstly, because they were temporarily living under someone else's roof, they had no choice but to act ingratiatingly. Secondly, he was their uncle after all. No matter whether he had disliked them in the past, he had helped them in the end. It was neither emotional nor logical for them to show their unwillingness to take care of their uncle at this time.

The two of them said a few polite words to their aunt and sister-in-law in a distant and polite manner, then turned and walked out.

Yang Ming saw everything. He was very grateful and relieved for the two sisters' careful care. Watching them leave indifferently, he wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say. In the end, he watched them leave in silence.

After the two sisters left, Ma Mei joked, "Oh, they're both hardworking, just like their mother. They're good at serving people, and they really have a lowly fate. You don't know, that Xinxin, when you ask her to empty the bedpan, she doesn't hesitate at all and does it quite well. Haha, I, Yang Jin, can't do that. I, Yang Jin, can't do that."

Yang Su immediately agreed, "Well, Chi Lin can't do these things either. She never does any housework at home. She definitely can't handle the potty. Oh, it's still the eldest sister who knows how to educate the children. She teaches them to endure hardships and hardship! Unlike Chi Lin, who can't do these rough jobs!"

Ma Mei nodded and said, "Indeed, Yang Jin can't do it either. Her hands are fine for practicing the piano, but for doing these rough work, it's not that she can't do it, but it's mainly because it will be a waste. I usually don't want to let her get it a little dirty."

They naturally thought that these chores should not be done by their children, but Yaya and Xinxin, who were also children, felt that it was most appropriate for them to do them.

Anyway, they do hard work at home. They are children from poor families and have survived the hard work. These hard work are normal for them.

It was unclear whether their words contained more sympathy or ridicule, but in any case, they all agreed that their children were nobler than Yang Yu's children from birth.

Because they are nobler than Yang Yu, their children should also be nobler than Yang Yu's children.

This became an unspoken understanding.

They were still talking and laughing, but they didn't know that Yang Ming's face had turned dark. He wanted to yell at them, but he was too weak to have any strength.

Besides, what good would it do to scold them? Their hearts have always been like this, and scolding them would not change anything.

Moreover, he had once had the same idea, so what right did he have to say it now?

He only hopes that his nieces can change their own destiny with their own hands, because there are some things that others cannot give you, and you can only fight for them by yourself. Only when you succeed will others change their views of you, respect you from the bottom of their hearts, and look up to you.

He closed his eyes, sighed, and felt helpless. Everyone lives in shackles that cannot be broken free. Changes and directions are never in their own control.

When the two sisters arrived at their uncle's house, Yang's mother and father were already waiting at the door. Seeing the two sisters come in, Yang's mother asked with tears in her eyes: "Is uncle feeling better? How is he?"

Yang's father was also standing by, shaking the cane in his hand, anxiously waiting for an answer.

I didn't see my grandparents for a while. I didn't expect that they have aged so much, with white hair, wrinkled faces, and unsteady steps. It seemed that they, who were once strong and vigorous, were getting farther and farther away at this moment.

Time is unforgiving, and they eventually grow old...

The two sisters walked over, helped them, and helped them sit on the sofa. When they were about to say something, the sound of piano came from the bedroom. Mother Yang wiped away her tears and said, "It's Yang Jin learning piano."

The price of a piano at that time was tens of thousands, which was enough to build a house in my hometown. However, here, it was just a toy for seven or eight-year-old children. While they were still playing in the mud, others were already cultivating their sentiments.

Yes, my aunt is rich and can spend it lavishly, spending it on her children.

But, how could such a child know how hard it is to earn money? How could he understand the sufferings of the world? And how could he understand that some people would bow down for a few pieces of silver?

Many times, there are differences between people from the very beginning, and they are unable to empathize with each other.

Just like now, as collateral relatives, they can still serve their uncle in the hospital all day and worry about his condition.

However, as her uncle's biological daughter, she could stay at home and play the piano all day long, just to cultivate her character and put herself in a princess dream, as if the sufferings in the outside world had nothing to do with her.

Maybe it wasn't her fault. She had just been protected too well since she was a child. Her parents only wanted her to live in her princess dream.

Right! But, wouldn't such a person be too cold and indifferent, losing the warmth of being a human being?

After a while, the piano music stopped and Yang Jin came out in a princess dress. When she saw the two unfamiliar sisters, she glanced at them coldly and turned her head away.

He said coldly to Yang's mother: "Grandma, heat up my milk and bring it over. I'm tired from practicing the piano."

After saying that, she went into the room again and closed the door with a "click".

Looking at the door opening and closing, the two sisters stood there in a daze. They didn't want such a beautiful girl to be so cold as ice. In her flashing eyes, there seemed to be nothing but indifference.

How could such a young child be so indifferent? Could it be that they have the so-called arrogance of the rich?

Mother Yang quickly responded and went to the kitchen to bring out the hot milk. When she was about to bring it over, Yaya came up, took the milk, and said to Mother Yang gently: "Grandma, I'll go."

Yang's mother wanted to refuse, but then she thought that they were cousins ​​after all, so it would be good for them to get to know each other better, so she readily agreed.

"buckle"

Yaya knocked on the door, and soon the door opened from the inside. Seeing Yaya appear, Yang Jin's eyes flashed with confusion, but he didn't say anything. He took it indifferently. When he was about to turn around, Yaya said politely: "Hello, your father is my uncle. You must be Yang Jin! We will stay at your house for the next few days. If you need anything, just call me directly. I can do anything."

Yang Jin is very silent. Her pride makes her have few playmates and she is mostly alone. When she is at home, her parents often come back very late and they have little time to communicate. They only give her a lot of money and let Yang's mother take care of her.

As time went by, her relationship with her parents became increasingly cold. To her mother Yang, who had always taken care of her, she was more like a nanny. Because Ma Mei often ordered her mother around, Yang Jin was influenced and did not have much respect for her. She only treated her as a servant.