"No ’ifs’."
His leg was amputated, aning for the rest of his life, he’ll never have the chance to stand again.
"You ca to with all these words, what do you really want to ask?"
"Just wanted to ask if you have the desire to strangle ." Fan Rou said leisurely.
"Would you let strangle you?" Fan Er retorted.
"No." Fan Rou walked out: "Get so rest, I’ll co to see you again when I have ti."
Ye Ranran was on the second floor, sitting in front of the elders’ bed, watching her for a while.
Seeing her, hatred simultaneously appeared in their eyes, a look that seed to wish to tear Ye Ranran apart.
"Seems you really hate ." Ye Ranran said.
"Why are you here again?" Song Father asked.
"Of course, to see you people, if you’re doing well, it puts my mind at ease."
Their complexions were rosy, it seed those people were indeed taking good care of them.
In that case, there should be a raise.
"I tell you, you deserve a thousand cuts."
A woman like her shouldn’t be allowed to live in this world, truly ruthless.
"Right, I indeed deserve that, but the problem is I’m living very well right now, right?"
Without waiting for them to speak, Ye Ranran stood up: "Okay, I should go, by the way, if you wish to see my end, you should live well, longer than ."
But that’s unlikely, after all, they are much older than her.
"By the way, if you die unfortunately, I’ll give you a proper burial."
She would bury them next to Song Ze.
That could be considered one small thing she could do for him.
After going downstairs, Fan Rou had finished arranging everything.
The two sat in the car silently, tacitly saying nothing.
After Fan Rou left, the man in black put two crutches beside Fan Er.
He glanced at them in surprise, those n standing outside said nothing.
Yes, they were in charge of watching them, to prevent them from committing suicide.
In the days that followed, Fan Father and Fan Mother finally understood what it ant to endure hardship.
Though the place they lived was better, everything had to be done by themselves.
Doing laundry was one thing, after all, whether clean or not, it’s sothing they wear, no one would say anything.
But cooking was truly difficult for them.
In prison, als are prepared, it’s large pot food, only during al ti do you have to grab quickly.
If you’re slow, there’s nothing left to eat.
And here, indeed there’s no need to grab, because there’s nothing to grab.
Apart from their own, there was also Song Family’s elderly, including the caretakers’.
Every day, Fan Mother had to cook for about twenty people.
If she cooked more, she’d have nothing left for herself to eat, if she cooked less, she’d get to eat whatever’s left.
The first day, Fan Mother nearly starved, and the second day, she almost ate to death.
On the second day, this was not all, if the food was too bad, too salty or bland, they wouldn’t eat, and she’d have to cook again.
And the spoiled food, she’d naturally have to take responsibility for.
So Fan Mother’s days were truly living in deep waters and scorching fire.
Fan Father wasn’t much better off.
While Fan Mother focused on culinary skills, the task of caretaking fell on him.
Song Family’s elderly woke up at six o’clock sharp, and after waking, they must use the bathroom.
If arrangents weren’t made for them to use the bathroom, they’d wet the bed, and naturally, they’d have to wash the blankets.
There were no washing machines nor anything like that here, everything had to be done by hand.
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