DCBS

137 (Extra 7 Part 3)

DCBS: Chapter 137 Part 3

[In the future, only your mother and you will be left. She will take good care of you as a child but when you get older, her knowledge will make her powerless. It will be your turn to teach her the principles of life. These principles are all in the book and you have read them.]

[Perhaps you still can’t fully understand these words but just remember two points: If you blame her for being weak, please be more considerate. If she does something wrong, you must solemnly point it out and ask her to correct it.]

[She is a mother for the first time and you are also a child for the first time. You should be equal to each other and hope to tolerate each other and grow up together.]

By the time the disease was detected, it was already at the advanced stage. The doctor estimated that the remaining time would be almost the same as Luo Xiuyun’s delivery date.

The gadgets that Lin Rongsheng bought for his unborn child were placed together with the large number of pills prescribed by the doctor for him. It was white and colorful. New life was coming while another life was about to die.

With little money left, he decided not to buy medicine any longer.

His wife often cried behind his back so Lin Rongsheng started to buy her candy again.

This was until he couldn’t get out of bed at all.

The thick candy wrapper in the tin box would never increase again.

[Terminal illness and unforeseen disasters are the cruelest fates. They couldn’t be countered by manpower, nor could they be deliberately avoided. I could only wait for them to come. In this increasingly difficult period, I always lamented the injustice of heaven and the luck of others. Then once time really ran out, I regretted that I couldn’t put together an extra box of books for you and write a few more pages for you if I didn’t waste time on self-pity.]

[Come to think of it, I don’t have time to regret it. I immediately picked up a pen and wrote a letter. When I wrote this, I wasn’t sad. I just deeply missed the bowl of steamed eggs that my mother often made for me and I am going to look for her.]

[So I named you Qingyan, hoping that you will also encounter a bit of abundance and leisure. I think your mother will like the name too. Unfortunately, I can’t get up and take care of her any longer, nor can I take care of you.]

In the line waiting for the birth certificate of her child, the young woman came alone. She was distraught and it was very different from the joy of others.

When it was her turn, the staff member took the form filled out in advance and asked her with a frown, “What isn’t the field for the child’s name filled in? What is the name?”

The woman opened her mouth and said incompletely, “His name is Lin…”

She clearly remembered that day. The new baby was crying beside her and she was crying as well as she listened to the relative who helped take care of her husband telling her what he said when he was dying. He apologized for the teacup he accidentally broke, for leaving her alone with their son and also told her to take good care of her body after giving birth.

In addition, the name he gave the child.

The Qing of qingjing (peaceful), the Yan of yanxi (banquet/feast).

She had never heard the word ‘yanxi’ but she could hear the beauty full of anticipation.

Seeing her hesitant expression, the staff member impatiently tapped on the table with the cap of the pen. “Have you thought about it? If you haven’t thought of it then let someone else register first.”