Yang Zimei stopped the car under his doorstep, let Sadako wait below, and go upstairs.
Sadako is a lively dead, with a more or less ominous spirit, and she is unwilling to let her enter her home.
Because Yang Zimei called in advance, let her mother prepare to start early. Although she is only 6:30 now, Huang Xiuli, who is used to getting up early to the bakery, was ready.
"Niuniu, your hair" [
Huang Xiuli saw Yang Zimei's hair becoming a weird ice blue, and she almost scared.
"Mom, it's okay, I want to make a new difference and get my hair."
Yang Zimei held her mother's shoulder, "Have you had breakfast?"
"Have I eaten, did you eat Niuniu?"
"Well, I have eaten."
"Then we can go to my grandmother's house now, haha, my mother hasn't returned to her mother's house for five years, I miss it."
Huang Xiuli smiled thickly, but her eyes were full of bitterness.
On the second day of the five years before, she and Yang Qing returned to her mother's house to see their brothers. As a result, because of poverty, they were sarcasted by their ridicule.
She had to go to the grave to worship her mother, and she returned.
When I returned to her mother's house that time, her heart was hurt, and I never mentioned that I would go back.
This time, my cousin came over, and the sister's cry was very warm, making her long -awaited hope in her heart, and she wanted to go back and see again.
Yang Zimei saw Huang Xiuli wearing ordinary costumes. Thinking of those snobbish aunts and aunts, he said, "Mom, what about the skirt I bought for you last time?
Is it? "
After Yang Zimei was rich, he gave his family, especially for most of his life. Huang Xiuli bought a lot of Huang Xiuli, but Huang Xiuli was used to it, knowing that his daughter was not bad money, and her bread was her bread.
The business turnover of the store is still good, and the original clothes are still used. I feel that it is a bit dressed.
"Mom is not a little girl. In the village of returning to her mother's house, wearing a skirt will be laughed at people." Huang Xiuli shyly pulled the horn, "this suit is good."
"Mom, now the aunt in the village is also wearing skirts, you are really."
Yang Zimei was not a mother. She saw her emerald pendant she carved on her neck, and she didn't say anything. She pulled her mother to go downstairs.
"Niuniu, my mother prepared bread for the people in her mother's family, you can help me, and these gifts."
Huang Xiuli pointed at the pile of things on the desktop.
"All right."[
In fact, Yang Zimei really didn't want to give anything to her mother's house. In her memory, the impression they gave her was too poor.
In the last life, when his family was broken, the mother -in -law's family only came to the Erji to deal with the funeral. At that time, he also took her back to raise it.
Who knows, the second aunt jumped up and scolded, saying that their family had four children, and they could not accommodate one more leisure.
The second concubine, who was afraid of his wife, was helpless. She sent her to life more. There were only two children's homes. Dasao actually refused directly, saying that he had no obligation to help others raise children.
Er I asked for a long time, saying that this is the only child left by sister Xiu Li, why is it someone else's house?
Dasao still disagreed, and resolutely believed that she was a mournful door, which caused her family to die, so she didn't want this mildew.
The second concubine helplessly took her to find other brothers and sisters, but the results were the same. They had to take her home again. They kneeling in front of the wife for a while, and Fang was barely promised to stay.