Although there are no tombstones or tablets, the surroundings are not buried in weeds. It can be seen that someone is taking care of it carefully, and a small crabapple tree is planted next to it. It is not very big.
Dad must have taken care of these things.
Father Haitang took a shovel and threw away the grave.
"Look at me, I'm such an old fool. Haitang is alive and well. Didn't I curse my daughter?" He said as he pondered and confessed, "I'm such an old fool, an old fool..."
Seeing that someone was still thinking about her and being taken care of after her death, Haitang was a little touched. This father still had some feelings for her.
The tomb was dug up, and there was no coffin inside. Only a piece of clothing that Haitang wore when she was a child was buried. Now it was in a state of ruin.
Dad Haitang took it out and filled up the hole. He wanted to dig out the crabapple tree, but Haitang stopped him.
"Let it grow here," Haitang said.
Haitang's father nodded and took Haitang's family back home.
After his daughter came back to life, Haitang's father couldn't help but take a good look at her.
I really want to look at everything carefully, but I am also afraid that her life has not been good these years.
"You have suffered a lot in the past few years," Haitang's father asked distressedly.
"It's both bitter and sweet," Haitang said.
Haitang's father held Haitang's hand. Haitang could feel that his hand was extremely rough and had many cracks.
This is the result of being exposed to cold water in winter and constantly doing farm work in summer without getting rest and maintenance. It is as rough as the old bark of Shuilian Mountain.
Haitang felt a little distressed, after all, this was his father.
A dear father who took good care of his grave.
"How have you been spending the past few years?" Haitang asked.
"I'm still like that, taking care of the children, doing some farm work, and doing odd jobs when there is no farm work to supplement the family income. Many young people have gone out to work. At my age, no one wants to go outside, so I can only do some work in the village.
Already." Dad Haitang said.
Pulling the child, when Haitang heard this word, she looked at the clothes of a child of several years old on the bed, and thought about it, he should be born to his stepmother...
"My mother..." Haitang asked.
"She will be here soon, she should be here soon." Haitang's father looked outside.
"I said my mother." Haitang said.
"She..." This is a heavy topic for Haitang's father.
Before he could say anything, he heard the door creaking and being pushed open.
A middle-aged woman walked in with a boy of six or seven years old. As soon as they entered the door, they stared at Haitang and his family and looked them up and down.
Haitang also stared at her, presumably this was the so-called stepmother.
This woman is also covered in patches and has a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. Unlike a person with good fortune, the boy is round and even a bit obese.
"Ghosts have come to the house, and everyone in the village knows it." The stepmother saw that Haitang and his wife were in rags. They didn't have any gifts in their hands, and there were no things piled up anywhere in the room as far as the eye could see. It was natural that they were passing by.
are even poorer!
How could my stepmother look so kindly on such a poor relative?
"What are you talking about? This is my daughter Haitang." Haitang's father stood up unhappy.
Her attitude was as expected by Haitang. Only such a cruel stepmother would send Haitang to a brothel for the sake of her son.
"A married girl is just like water thrown out. Her parents' home is not your home, so why would you come here? This is my son's home. Everything in the house belongs to my son. No one wants to take away even a little bit!" The stepmother took out a piece of it!