For the past three days, there was nothing in her eyes except the thick black beams and the roof covered with sparse mud tiles and straw...
How long had it been since she had seen such a pointed roof?
That is to say, the abandoned old house in my hometown still had this kind of pointed roof with beams. However, the houses built later also had flat roofs, poured cement and painted them with white paint. Rice and peanuts could be dried on the roof. Among quilts,
Category.
This wooden beam is round and thick. How long has it been since I saw this kind of log?
The walls were plastered with red mud, which was unevenly plastered, with traces of layers upon layers of smear. The ground was also made of mud, which was unevenly tamped, and there were traces of water in the uneven pits.
The furnishings in the room are very simple.
There is a three-foot-tall four-legged wooden shelf in the corner of the room. On top of it is a red suitcase that is about two feet long and two feet wide and deep. The red paint is mottled, and it can be seen that it is old.
There is a bench against the wall next to the suitcase, with some sundries placed on it.
A triangular wooden shelf is placed against the wall next to it. There are three layers of wooden shelves, with a shallow-bottomed wooden basin placed on each layer, and a gray cotton towel placed on the shelf.
There is a two-foot-high square cabinet next to the bed, with three buckets in it, and I don't know what it contains.
Next to the bedside table is a simple table, like a simple dressing table for women. There is nothing else on the table except a wooden comb and a sewing basket.
Other than that, there was nothing else in the house.
Of course, there are still beds.
It is a very simple canopy bed with shelves on three sides. There are four wooden pillars on the four sides, and an old gray tent that has been patched several times...
Fang Ru was lying on the bed, staring blankly at the hole in the tent above her head. She was at a loss and didn't know where she was.
My mind was spinning like a whirlwind, with needle-like, throbbing pain. My chest also felt dull, as if someone was pulling it with a dull knife.
Cold tears rolled down from the corners of my eyes, warming the straw-filled pillow...
Fang Ru woke up in a daze. After waking up, she didn't want to move.
It wasn't until she felt someone shaking her gently that Fang Ru opened her sore and swollen eyes, squinting and looking at the person.
This person has a good appearance, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, a high nose bridge, and thick lips. Although his complexion is a bit dark, he can tell that he has a good appearance. His body is lean and short, and it is a little white after washing, and there are some wrinkles. However,
Even so, it can be seen that he is a natural clothes hanger.
He is tall and well-proportioned, not one point too long or too short of a point.
The visitor was holding a large porcelain bowl in one hand and shaking her gently with the other.
Fang Ru blinked her sore eyes and stared at him without saying a word.
The man felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by Fang Ru, and felt a little depressed, as if he was looking at a stranger.
The man frowned slightly, holding back the strange feeling in his heart. He tilted his gaze downwards, moved it to the bowl in his hand, and said softly: "This is the gruel that was just cooked. I cut the meat early in the morning and chopped it up.
We stayed together in there. You haven't eaten or drank all day, so I'll help you get up and eat some."
The man put his rice bowl on the old cabinet beside the bed and tried to help Fang Ru up.
Fang Ru tilted her head.
A hint of darkness flashed in the man's eyes, and he took back his hand blankly.
Fang Ru struggled to support the bed with both hands, gritted her teeth and raised her upper body up, then dragged her whole body back, trying to lean back on the bed frame.
Seeing that it was quite difficult for her to get up, the man stretched his hands forward and wanted to give her a hand, but in the end he did not reach out.
He clenched his fists and quickly helped Fang Ru pick up the straw pillow she was sleeping on and put it upright behind her so that she could lean on it more comfortably.
The straw pillow was erected and leaned against the old gray bed frame. Fang Ru took advantage of the opportunity and leaned on it. She panted slightly. She hadn't eaten or drank all day, and her whole body was exhausted. Even getting up was so difficult.
The man helped Fang Ru pull up the old and colorless quilt, and picked up the earthenware bowl from the bedside table.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he held a spoon in one hand and stirred it in the bowl. He scooped up a big spoonful, blew on it, and handed it to Fang Ru's mouth.
Fang Rugu glanced at him calmly and tilted his head inwards again.
Without saying a word, she just stretched out her hand to take the bowl. The coarse porcelain bowl was a bit heavy, and Fang Ru's hands sank down, almost unable to hold it.
The man pretended to be worried and put his hands under the porcelain bowl to protect her, fearing that she might not be able to hold it for a while.
Seeing that Fang Ru didn't even look at him, her eyes became darker and darker. She stared blankly at her empty hands, feeling a little helpless and a little lost.
After a few breaths, he looked up again at Fang Ru and saw that she was holding the bowl with one hand and slowly scooping out the gruel one spoon at a time with the other hand, her movements were demure and elegant.
Just be willing to eat.
The man secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He opened his mouth to say something, but finally closed it tightly.
He was still staring at Fang Ru intently, watching her slowly but gracefully eat the vegetable and meat porridge in the bowl in small bites.
It was meat that he bought from the market early in the morning, and then cut it and cooked it himself when he came back.
After Fang Ru ate a bowl of vegetable and meat porridge, Fang Ru felt a little warm in her stomach, and her whole body regained some strength, no longer twitching with hunger like before.
The man took the empty bowl, glanced at her and said: "You can take care of yourself with peace of mind. If you need anything, just call me. I'll be outside. You don't have to worry about Wan'er. There are elder sisters-in-law and second sisters-in-law to help.
Here, you..."
The man noticed that Fang Ru had closed her eyes and slid into the quilt again, so he stopped talking. He slightly adjusted the pillow for her to make her pillow more comfortable, and then helped tuck the quilt.
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After staring at her for a while, Fang said, "Then you should have a good rest. I'll go out first. If anything happens, just call me."
As soon as she finished speaking, Fang Ru heard the man's tiptoeing footsteps and the sound of the door closing gently, and the old wooden door creaked twice.
Then I heard a woman's sharp voice coming in from outside the door: "...I've been lying here for three days and still can't get out of bed? I want to be a young mistress! I'm waiting for my mother-in-law to serve me with tea and water!"
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"Mom, please keep your voice down."
"What should I do to keep my voice low? Huh? I just fell to the ground. Oh, now it's expensive? Who hasn't fallen to the ground before? She's the only one who's precious! She's asking for medical treatment and buying medicine! And she's expensive!
Eating meat and porridge! All the work inside and outside here needs to be done by my old bones!... Ouch, I am really miserable..."
"Mom, she didn't say she wanted to eat meat porridge. I had to buy it myself and cook it for her."
"You've endured it? You've endured it! You're a grown man who doesn't work hard, but you come back to serve your mother-in-law and get into the kitchen! You still have the nerve to say that!"
"Can't she get up? Besides, it's not a big deal." The man tried to argue.
Then I heard the sharp female voice say: "Oh, why did I give birth to such an unlucky thing like you! Back then, I said I wanted to marry a wife who could work in the fields, but you didn't. You just fancy her face.
I fancy that she can read a few big characters. Can this ability be used as food or drink?"
After a pause, the voice sounded again: "Also, where did you get today's meat money? Did you secretly save private money? Did you get a salary increase or did you respect others?"
"Okay, now I've learned how to save my own money! Oh, what kind of fate do I have? I'm going to make you five miserable by pooping and peeing. I won't be able to wear a new piece of clothing all year round. For several months
I haven’t even seen a trace of meat, so this daughter-in-law is enjoying her blessing! Oh, my life is so miserable, all sons have learned to save private money behind my back!”
Then I heard the man's slightly nervous voice, which was lowered: "Mom, I don't have it! I borrowed this money from my third cousin..."
The female voice suddenly became louder: "Borrowed it? You borrowed it? Do you need me to pay back the money you borrowed? Oh, I am so evil. My second daughter-in-law, please quickly salt that piece of meat in the kitchen.
What kind of meat are you eating out of season? No one is allowed to touch that piece of meat until I open my mouth!"
"Mom, Jin Niang..."
"How is she? She has been lying down and taking medicine for several days. Isn't that money? Who fell to the ground and clamored for meat? If she dislikes my family for not having meat to eat, then
Go back to her parents' house! Who can show you this desperate look?"
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Fang Ru closed her eyes tightly, pulled the dusty quilt over her forehead, and tears rolled down her cheeks...
