Zhou Mo cried and laughed, but held Yang Xiaoyan's hand tightly and said nothing. Yang Xiaoyan was so anxious that she wanted to call the doctor immediately.
Zhou Mo grabbed Yang Xiaoyan and said with a smile: "Mom, my mind is fine. I'm just happy."
Two lines of tears suddenly flowed out from the slits of Yang Xiaoyan's swollen eyes. It was over. The child was really knocked silly. Who would say they are happy when her head was hit and bled till death?
While crying, Yang Xiaoyan broke free from Zhou Mo's hand and rushed out of the ward door to find the doctor.
Zhou Mo wiped the tears from her face, sniffed, took a few more deep breaths, and calmed down her emotions slightly.
The doctor came in.
"Do you have a headache? Do you feel like vomiting..."
The doctor asked several questions in a row. Seeing that Zhou Mo was in good spirits and answered the questions clearly, he said to Yang Xiaoyan: "The problem shouldn't be big. If you're still worried, just go get a brain CT..."
After the CT results came out, Yang Xiaoyan stared at the word "normal" again and again, still a little skeptical. So she stretched out two fingers and asked: "Xiao Mo, come on, tell mom, what time is this?"
Zhou Mo stroked her forehead, tried hard to hold back his laughter, and said, "That's two. Mom, I'm really fine. How about I jump a few times for you?" As he said that, Zhou Mo was about to get up.
Yang Xiaoyan put the sheets that Zhou Mo had lifted back up and said, "Okay, okay, I believe you. Stop moving. Be careful of opening the wound."
Seeing that Zhou Mo was obedient, Yang Xiaoyan sat down on the stool in front of the hospital bed. Once she calmed down, she inevitably thought of Zhou Qingjun again, fell into sadness again, and cried silently.
After several minutes, Zhou Mo organized her words and said to Yang Xiaoyan: "Mom, there is something I want to tell you."
Yang Xiaoyan raised her head in confusion and asked, "Ah, Xiaomo, are you talking to me? Do you want to drink water?"
Zhou Mo grabbed Yang Xiaoyan's hand and said, "Mom, I want to tell you something very important now. You must listen carefully."
Yang Xiaoyan looked at Zhou Mo with some surprise and asked, "What's the matter?"
"My father made a will and left our house to my uncle."
When Yang Xiaoyan heard this, her first reaction was: How is that possible?
Zhou Mo continued: "Two days before my dad died, my grandma and uncle pushed my dad out for a long time while you were going to the big hospital to get medicine for my dad. When they came back, they had a document bag in their hands. I overheard what my grandma and uncle said, and I found out that it was my father's will."
In fact, Zhou Mo had not seen the document bag with her own eyes. She only saw Mrs. Wang and Zhou Qingmin pushing her father out. However, Yang Xiaoyan lost in the house fight in her previous life because the will that Zhou Qingmin took out was notarized.
Zhou Qingjun was diagnosed with advanced gastric cancer a year ago. Mrs. Wang and Zhou Qingmin got the news immediately.
Except for the fact that they came to Zhou Mo's house that day and cried a few words to Zhou Qingjun, "My poor son" and "My poor brother", they didn't show any sign at all, and they couldn't even see their shadow behind them.
It wasn't until Zhou Qingjun was alive for the last few days that the two person began to visit frequently.
Over the past year, except for going to the big hospital regularly to get medicine, Yang Xiaoyan has basically stayed with Zhou Qingjun. The last time he took medicine was nine days ago.
The will must have been made at that time.
Zhou Mo added: "Early tomorrow morning, my grandma and uncle will come up with a will and drive you away."
"No way, your dad wouldn't do that to me!" Yang Xiaoyan didn't believe it at all.
Ten years have passed, and in her heart, Zhou Qingjun is still the same as when they first met him, a humble gentleman who is both talented and unappreciated. But she didn't know that because of the torture of illness and Mrs. Wang's bewitchment, she was no longer a good wife and mother in Zhou Qingjun's eyes.
Although Mrs. Wang didn't come to the house before, she would call every once in a while. She would not talk to Zhou Qingjun until she was sure that Yang Xiaoyan was not around.
"Did Xiaoyan go to the big hospital to get you medicine today? You ask me how I know that my neighbor saw her. She said she smiled like a vixen at a male doctor."
"Xiaoyan went to get medicine again, right? My neighbors pointed at my nose and laughed at me, saying that my daughter-in-law was hooking up with the doctor last time and touching her hands."
"We all hugged each other in the corridor. Could it be that she, Yang Xiaoyan, can't wait any longer? You're not dead yet, and she's already found a new home?"
At first, Zhou Qingjun thought that if he really died and Yang Xiaoyan remarried, someone would take care of her for him, so he wouldn't have to worry.
Slowly, Zhou Qingjun's mind changed. He would be upset just thinking about the possibility that Yang Xiaoyan would remarry after his death. Didn't she say she loved him? Didn't he say that he was the only one in this life? Why can't you keep it for yourself?
In the last few days, even when Yang Xiaoyan went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables, Zhou Qingjun would wonder if she was going to cheat with her lover...
He felt that she was the sinner who betrayed their love and would definitely throw his daughter to his mother after his death and bring the wild man into this house, just as his mother said.
That's why he made a will after Mrs. Wang's crying, and left the house to his eldest brother Zhou Qingmin on the premise that his eldest brother would provide for his mother in her old age.
In order to make Zhou Qingmin agree to raise Zhou Mo for him, he also signed an IOU that would deceive Yang Xiaoyan for the rest of his life.
Zhou Mo didn't say anything about the IOU, but only talked about the will.
Like Mrs. Wang and Zhou Qingmin, she was worried that Yang Xiaoyan would be hit too hard all at once and would be unable to think about it.
"Mom, don't just believe it. You also know that my grandma's mouth is very capable of talking. My dad has always felt that he owed my grandma, so he would give the house to them under the bewitchment of my grandma. I'm not surprised at all.
You have to think about it now, what will you do if they really want to drive you away? what should I do? "
"What...what should I do?"
Yang Xiaoyan was stunned for a moment when she was asked, and then she became angry. She slapped the bed and said, "If I don't leave, why should I leave? How did this house come about?
I sold fruit by the pound on a tricycle. After eight years of selling, I broke so many tricycle chains that I could barely scrape together enough money for the down payment.
In order to save this money, I was reluctant to give up food and clothing. Apart from necessary daily expenses and buying brushes and paints for your dad, I wished I could break a penny in half and spend it for eight whole years.
As a result, people said that since our family had no mortgage and no fixed income, they would not allow us to get a loan to buy a house and we would have to pay the full amount. It was only with that windfall that our family could afford to buy a house.
As for that windfall, on the surface it was the money your dad earned from selling paintings, but in fact it was a roundabout gift from someone to thank me for saving my life.
If I hadn't fished out such a big son from the water, how could the old man have paid so much for your father's paintings?
Apart from that one time, have you ever sold any of your father's paintings? Not a single one can be sold! "