I was sold when I opened my eyes! My sick and disabled husband comforts me every night after he wake

Mourning nodded.

"It's probably related to Mao Mao's background! Keep it safe for him, and give it to him when he grows up or when his mother comes."

Mao Mao bit her lip, her eyes filled with tears, and shook her head.

"My mother will never come back."

"Why?"

Lan Zhi looked surprised.

"Mao Mao, do you know something?"

Mao Mao nervously clenched her two fingers together, then timidly looked up at Lan Zhi.

"Sister, I've told you something, you won't kick me out, will you?"

Lan Zhi immediately shook her head.

"I've agreed to let you stay, so naturally I won't kick you out. If you know anything, just say it!"

Mao Mao then bit her lip and whispered:

“My mother said that no one should know what’s in this bundle, or I’ll be in danger.”

At this point, his eyes began to redden.

“I know my mother won’t be coming back. She often wakes up in the middle of the night, muttering to herself that she’s going to take revenge. I don’t know who she’s going to take revenge on, but I guessed then that she would abandon me one day. I didn’t expect it to be so soon…”

Mao Mao spoke while crying, and by the time she finished speaking, she was sobbing uncontrollably.

Mo Ning's eyes suddenly reddened, and tears welled up in his eyes. His words reminded him of his mother, who, like Mao Mao's mother, might never return.

Lan Zhi quickly stepped forward, hugged Mao Mao, gently patted his back, and comforted him:

"Mao Mao, whatever decision your mother makes, it's for your own good. You're a smart and sensible child, so you need to understand her, understand?"

Mao Mao nodded while sobbing.

"Yes, my mother has suffered a lot these past few years, traveling all over the place with me. She pawned everything she could. I don't know if she's eaten, if she has a place to sleep tonight, or if she misses Mao Mao..."

Mao Mao cried even harder, and Lan Zhi hugged him tightly, feeling heartbroken and unsure how to comfort him.

These three unfortunate people, sharing the same fate, sat in the courtyard for the entire afternoon, until nightfall...

In the evening, Lan Zhi prepared bathwater for Mao Mao. She wanted to help him bathe, but Mao Mao refused, saying he could manage on his own. So Lan Zhi waited for him outside.

After he finished his bath, Lan Zhi applied ointment to his body and then let him lie down on her bed to sleep.

Mao Mao held Lan Zhi's hand and asked softly,

"Sister, will I be sleeping alone tonight?"

Lan Zhi asked in return,

"You dare?"

Mao Mao shook her head vigorously.

"I'm afraid of the dark."

Looking into his bright, blinking eyes, Lan Zhi gently stroked his cheek and comforted him:

"I'll go see Brother Mo Ning for a bit, then come back and sleep with you, okay?"

Mao Mao blinked its eyes a few times and nodded reluctantly.

"Sister, please come back quickly, I'm scared."

Lan Zhi nodded in agreement, then turned and left.

When she arrived at Mo Ning's room, Mo Ning was sitting in a chair in a daze, his eyes red, as if he had just been crying.

She asked softly.

"Mo Ning, what's wrong?"

He turned to look at her, shaking his head with a sob in his voice.

"It's nothing, I miss my mother."

Mentioning Aunt Mo, Lan Zhi calculated the days...

"As Aunt Mo promised me, she should be back in about ten days."

She's not coming back.

Mourning reiterated this statement.

"She's like Mao Mao's mother; once she leaves, she'll never come back. I was just thinking, how can there be two people in this world with exactly the same fate, and then both of them meet the same foolish woman?"

His words made Lan Zhi laugh helplessly.

Are you calling me stupid?

"Aren't you stupid? You're too trusting of others. My mother lied to you, and Mao Mao's mother lied to you too. Now you have to take care of me, this useless person, and also take care of Mao Mao, this little child. You really are the stupidest woman in the world."

Lan Zhi suddenly smiled.

"Some people might call me silly now, but when you recover and Mao Mao grows up, I might be the happiest woman in the world."

Her words were earnest, but Mo Ning's heart clenched tightly.

He hoped that day would come soon, but the truth was that it had been more than twenty days since she treated his hands, and he still had no feeling in them. He even suspected that she was just trying to reassure him, but he didn't dare to say it. He didn't want to break their current warm and loving relationship.

After settling Mo Ning in, Lan Zhi returned to her room to find that Mao Mao was already asleep.

Looking at his tender little face and listening to his even breathing, she felt a surge of emotion.

She's been here for almost two months, and she hasn't been able to make a living with her abilities. In fact, she's almost at the point where she can't even afford to eat. It's ridiculous.

Unable to sleep, she went outside alone, sat on a stone bench, and stared blankly at the stars in the sky.

She sat outside for a very long time, until a cold wind blew in, and she felt chilly. So she tightened her clothes, got up, and went inside.

The next morning, as soon as she opened her eyes, she found that Momo was no longer beside her. She hurriedly got up and called out:

"Mao Mao..."

No reply.

She hurriedly got up and went out the door. She heard a noise coming from the kitchen, so she quickly walked towards the kitchen.

All you could see was Mao Mao's tiny body lying under the stove, blowing air into it with all its might in an attempt to ignite the firewood.

She hurried forward and called out.

"Mao Mao".

When Mao Mao turned around and saw her, he grinned.

"Sister, I'm sorry. I wanted to get up early to cook for you and Brother Mo Ning, but I just can't get the fire going."

Seeing the grime covering his face, she rushed forward and said in a stern voice:

"From now on, you won't need to do the cooking or starting the fire. You'll be responsible for cleaning up the dishes after meals. When you have free time, go play with the kids in the village for a while. Got it?"

Seeing her stern voice, Mao Mao pouted, took two steps back, and nodded.

"I know sister."

She reached out and ruffled his hair.

"Mao Mao, you're still young. What if you accidentally set the house on fire? Then we won't even have a place to live. So, you're not allowed to do this kind of work anymore, understand?"

She deliberately made her words sound serious, trying to stop Mao Mao from doing work that was not appropriate for his age.

Although she wasn't his mother, since she had decided to adopt him, she had to treat him like her own child, let him do what he should do at his age, and never mistreat him.

Mao Mao nodded heavily, like a child who had done something wrong.

"Sister, I know I was wrong."

Seeing his cautious demeanor, she suddenly smiled.

"Mao Mao, are you afraid of your older sister?"

Mao Mao nodded, then quickly shook her head, "No... I'm not afraid."

“Mao Mao, I know you feel like your mother doesn’t want you anymore. You’re living in my house, and you feel like you’re living under someone else’s roof, afraid of making a mistake and being disliked. But I want to tell you today that since I’ve decided to let you stay, you’re now part of this family. You don’t need to be so careful every day. Just be yourself and do things your way. Go out and play when you’re free, or chat with your brother Mo Ning. When I have time, I’ll teach you to write and read. In short, don’t try to do the chores that adults should do. If you take all my chores, what am I supposed to do?”