Lin Yu signed an agreement.
Three years of marriage and a sum of money are enough to pay off the last debt of the original family.
She went from a patriarchal home to another. There is no beating or scolding here, only coldness. Her husband in name never returns home all year round, and her stepson in name only treats her like air.
Just what she wanted.
Anyway, she has long since given up hope for a home. Three years, take the money and leave. During this period of time, just lie down and pass it.
The stepson Shen Mo is fifteen years old, has cold eyebrows and doesn't like to talk. When they first met, he poured red wine on her skirt and waited to see her reaction.
She grabbed his clothes and wiped them.
"Say it before you splash it next time so I can get a cheaper one."
He froze in place.
In the days that followed, everyone still lived their own lives. She lay flat on her back while he went to and from school. Occasionally we meet in the living room, nod and pass by.
But there are more things starting to appear on the coffee table. Tangerine. Yogurt. Strawberry.
No one said who put it there, and she didn't ask.
Occasionally she would go to the snack street in front of the school to squat and eat fried skewers. When he came out from school, he paused when he saw her, then walked over and squatted down next to her.
"Do you want to eat?" She asked.
He took it.
Later, squatting and squatting became a habit.
He still doesn't like to talk. But when she asked him to carry something, he carried it, and when she asked him to help, he helped. Occasionally he would say "Aren't you bored lying down all day?", And then he would eat silently.
She doesn't expect this family to give her anything.
But sometimes, she would think of what he asked while standing on the stairs.
"Tomorrow... Will you really go?"
She seemed to have seen that look before somewhere.
——My childhood self
