The wind whined in through the broken window, and the old window paper was blown high, making a harsh sound that made the woman upset.
"The boss, the boss!"
She shouted a few words in a low voice again, but this time, her voice increased a few degrees unconsciously.
The man sitting on the threshold remained motionless, as silent as a stone sculpture.
He coughed a few times, took off his old cigarette, and tapped on the threshold with his yellowed fingers.
Behind him, the woman's voice became louder and louder, and her voice seemed to be urging someone to die.
He couldn't help coughing again and sat on the threshold. The wind was really strong at night.
The man remembered that when he was a child, if he dared to sit on the doorstep and play at night, his mother would beat him severely.
My mother is not a great person, and neither is my father.
None of them had read any books. They were all descendants of the Zhao family.
It is incredible to have only one child at home.
Aunt Qian's family next door has five brothers and sisters. Even when they fight, they are more powerful than other families.
My mother complained more than once that my father was useless. After she finished complaining, she went on to complain about her stomach.
In my mother's eyes, it seems that as long as they have more children, their family's situation will become more prosperous.
Since childhood, men have grown up complaining.
The sound is getting louder and louder, more and more harsh.
Why? Wasn’t she the one who did the wrong thing?
Why can she still be so loud?
The man's hands were shaking slightly, and he was suddenly afraid.
He was afraid of being heard by others nearby.
No, they must have heard it, maybe they were still laughing in the corner.
He was afraid of how he would behave tomorrow morning.
The man covered his mouth and coughed heartbreakingly.
Cough louder, cough louder...
He said to himself in his heart, this way, they wouldn't be able to hear clearly.
The pillow was hit hard on the head from behind, shoes, keys, suitcases, clothes——
Small balls like sesame seeds fell all over his body together with the paper bag.
The man grabbed a handful on the ground, it was his medicine...
Suddenly he couldn't bear it anymore, he hugged his knees tightly, buried his face, and cried loudly as if he was beaten by his mother when he was a child.
While crying, he suddenly thought of his mother.
Every time my mother beats herself, she will cook herself a bowl of brown sugar eggs.
Men still remember the taste.
Two tablespoons of black glutinous rice wine, one egg, and a whole piece of brown sugar.
The egg yolk floats in the sugar water, steaming with sweet heat. When you take a bite, the satisfying sweetness and heat rush straight from the tip of your tongue into your stomach.
It is a unique taste of childhood.
His mother had died a long time ago, and he couldn't remember when he had never tasted brown sugar eggs again.
The man's entire face turned pale violently, his cry was interrupted, and he covered his mouth tightly, as if he wanted to cough out his lungs.
Mother, mother...
He had the last glimmer of hope that the woman sitting on the bed would help him up and panic.
But nothing happened.
The man didn't know how long he had been coughing. After the Venus flying in front of his eyes disappeared, he could barely see clearly.
I coughed up blood again.
He supported the wall and slowly stood up, turned his head, and saw the woman sitting on the bed with a calm face, her feet raised, looking at him with disdain.
"Hehe~"
Laughter came from the door next to him, and when the man went to look, the window was hurriedly closed.
hey-hey--
hey-hey--
He tried to open his mouth wide to breathe, but his heart felt clogged and tears flowed out.
Hey hey, hey hey hey hey hey...
That burst of laughter kept echoing in his mind, and the man slapped himself in the face, shaking his head slowly.
"You are a sick man, but you are able to marry me because there is smoke coming out of your ancestral grave."
The originally frightened woman now felt arrogant. She looked at the man coldly and spat hard on the ground.
"Young Master Zhou is the son of the second wife, who is the young master of the Zhao family! Who are you crying for, you sick man? I am attracted by Young Master Zhou, but your family will be blessed for eight lifetimes!"
She didn't notice that the man's face was getting paler and paler. There was no trace of blood in his sallow face.
"If it weren't for your damn old lady asking for me over and over again, do you think I care about your family? I don't have anything I want. I can't even eat two kilograms of meat during the holidays."
When the woman said this, she became more confident. She jumped off the bed and pointed at the man's nose without taking a step back.
"With your annual salary, can you afford this bracelet?"
She took off the jade bracelet from her wrist, shook it vigorously in front of the man's eyes, and sprayed her saliva on the man's face.
"Can you afford it?"
The woman's voice was stern and she repeated it again.
"Hey Hey……"
This time, he heard the laughter of a family coming from the other side of the wall.
Hey Hey……
Faces of people were surrounding him, their eyebrows were deeply arched, the corners of their mouths were turning up, and they were smiling happily.
His vision became increasingly blurry and blackened. He struggled to turn his head, took one last look at his wife, and fell down.
"mother……"
At the last moment of his life, the man had this thought.
"You're not always right, just like now."
He fell straight to the ground like a piece of wood, never breathing again.
The woman's voice was far away, and he knew that this time, he finally didn't have to listen to her scolding anymore.
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Seven days later at night, a woman in mourning clothes opened the door.
She touched another jade bracelet on her wrist and couldn't put it down.
Since the man's death, the non-existent scruples between her and Zhao Zhou have disappeared. The woman closed the door and lay on the bed, with a charming smile on her face.
How can a young man have a calm mind?
After she hangs out with him for a few more days, she will act like a spoiled brat and beg him to take her into his room.
Maybe, I will also be a grandma in the future.
She covered her face, laughed a few times, and rolled around in the quilt.
"Hehe~"
She suddenly heard a low laughter.
The wooden door was opened at some point, and a figure squatted on the threshold, coughing twice.
A biting chill arose from the bottom of her heart. She wanted to scream, she wanted to cry, she wanted to call someone over...
But the woman could do nothing. She watched helplessly as she moved towards the threshold little by little like a puppet on strings.
The moonlight is particularly bright tonight, and everything under the big jade plate is so bright.
There was no sound, not even the sound of crickets could be heard, and even the sound of sex next door, which was usually very annoying, disappeared at this moment.
Under the moonlight, all sounds are dying.
"Well...well..."
Tears welled up in her eyes, and a few indistinct syllables came out of the woman's throat.
She saw another figure, another figure sitting next to the dead man.
The elderly woman stretched out her hand and gently combed her son's hair with a loving tone.
"It's my mother who can't help you. She shouldn't have let you marry her in the first place. She made a mistake. She thought she was a woman who cares about the family's life."
The man remained silent as before, just leaning his head lightly.
The long-dead mother-in-law turned her head. There were maggots crawling in and out of her empty eye sockets. She looked at the woman, her toothless gums slowly widening.
