Two hundred and sixty first chapter death game (nineteen)
Although he felt that he was not suitable to change his mother's pants that were completely soaked, he had no choice but to put them on in the end. It took him more than half an hour.
At this time, he was exhausted and sweating profusely, and he was even more irritated than planting crops. This also made him understand why his wife couldn't stand him so much.
Just after changing, her mother chuckled and said: "Hehehe, it's wet again."
"Mom! Are you trying to trick me on purpose?" Song Zhongqiu said impatiently.
Having no other choice, he found another pair of pants and put them on. This time, his mother fell asleep directly.
Song Zhongqiu wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at the incontinent pants in front of him, and shook his head helplessly. His wife was washing the clothes before, but now he had to take them to the yard to wash them.
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Just as he was washing dishes and getting ready to go to the fields to plant crops, his mother's wails came from the house again. He rushed in and found that his mother was lying on the ground again for some reason.
Then he helped her to the bed and fell asleep again not long after. It took more than three hours in total. He now felt that it was the right choice for his daughter-in-law to return to her parents' home.
But the one who is suffering now is himself.
After planting the crops, Song Zhongqiu was already exhausted. It was already around seven o'clock in the evening, and it was almost dark. I thought I could have a good rest when I went home.
Already in the house, she heard strange laughter coming from her mother's room. As soon as Song Zhongqiu walked in, she saw her mother pointing at the window and saying with a smile: "Dad, why is mom laughing there? It looks so scary."
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Song Zhongqiu looked in the direction of her finger and found that there was nothing and the windows were all closed, which made his back start to feel cold.
"Mom, what are you talking about? Your mother has already..." Song Zhongqiu seemed to realize something in the middle of his words, and then swallowed the second half of the sentence. He was afraid that her mother would cry again after hearing it.
Noisy again.
Song Zhongqiu looked at the direction her mother was pointing, couldn't help but swallowed, and then ran to the kitchen and grabbed two handfuls of rice. Then she came to her mother's bedroom and turned the two handfuls in her hand toward the direction her mother was pointing.
The rice was thrown out.
"Fuck you, get out!" Song Zhongqiu yelled at the air. Miraculously, within a few seconds, her mother put down her hand, and then looked at Song Zhongqiu and laughed.
He felt weird for some reason, so he immediately closed the door to his mother's room and turned on all the lights in the house, which made him feel better.
He walked into the kitchen and took a look, and found that there was no food, only three big white steamed buns left. This morning, his wife went to town to buy them. Sometimes, even if his wife doesn't cook at night, she still eats them.
Steamed bun,
Now he finally understood why she did this. After eating the steamed buns, he then made a bowl of rice soup and went to his mother's house. After feeding him, it was already around eight o'clock in the evening.
During this process, her mother still refused to eat the steamed buns. He was really tired today. After washing the dishes, he helped his mother go to the toilet and then went back to the room next to him to sleep.
Just when he was about to fall asleep, a roar came from outside the house.
"There are robbers! Catch the robbers!" A roar came from the mother's bedroom.
Song Zhongqiu also lost sleep in an instant. He found a wooden stick in the house and turned on the light in the room and rushed out. However, he saw that the door was locked well. It was unlikely that a thief would enter the house next door.
"There are robbers! Catch the robbers! Help!" Song Zhongqiu's mother was crying and yelling in the bedroom over there, seeming very scared.
He secretly said something bad and rushed to his mother's room. When he turned on the light, he found that there was nothing, but there was a smell of urine in the room, which seemed to be urinary incontinence.
Song Zhongqiu put down the wooden stick and couldn't help but sighed and said: "Mom, where did the robber come from? There is no one! There really is no one! Alas."
"I saw him looking at me there, so I quickly went back to the kitchen to hide the dishes and chopsticks. He came to steal our dishes and chopsticks again!" Song Zhongqiu's mother pointed in the direction of the window with her right hand and said in horror.
"Mom, that was all when we were young. Thirty or forty years have passed now. Who would steal dishes and chopsticks these days? If someone really comes to take them, I will just give them to him." Song Zhongqiu
While talking, he changed his mother's pants.
After being comforted for a while, his mother calmed down and lay quietly on the bed with her face sideways, looking directly at the closed window.
Immediately, he closed the door and returned to his bedroom. About half an hour later, his mother started yelling next door:
"It's killing! It's killing! Help!"
Song Zhongqiu hurriedly ran to his mother's bedroom, thinking that something was really going on, but he found that his mother was still pointing to the window with her right hand, looking very scared.
"Mom, there is no one here, really no one, go to bed, I have to farm tomorrow!" Song Zhongqiu said.
His mother seemed to understand and nodded, and then Song Zhongqiu returned to the room. He looked at the time and saw that it was already around 11:30 pm.
It didn't take long for him to fall asleep, when his mother's wailing came from outside the house again.
Song Zhongqiu frowned and looked at the time. It was only 11:41, less than ten minutes after falling asleep. He hurried to his mother's bedroom and found that she was lying on the ground, seemingly
It rolled off the bed.
He sighed helplessly, then helped his mother to the bed, pushed her as close to the wall as possible, and then put a quilt outside to prevent her from rolling to the ground again.
"Mom, go to bed quickly, I'm really exhausted." Song Zhongqiu said.
"I beg you, please take me home, I beg you!" his mother prayed with her hands folded.
"Oh, Mom, where else could you be if you weren't at home? This is your home!" Song Zhongqiu said.
But her mother still shook her hands. Song Zhongqiu shook his head helplessly and didn't know what to say. Although his mother had fallen out of bed at night before, he and his wife always helped his mother to the bed together.
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However, he didn't know that her mother had been so troublesome in the past one or two months, and that he usually focused on farming and didn't care about family affairs. His child was also studying in college now, and these were all things his wife was doing.
Tube.
Song Zhongqiu shook his head helplessly and returned to the bedroom again.
At two o'clock in the evening, Song Zhongqiu was awakened again. This time he was awakened not by her mother, but by the dog in the yard.
At the same time, his mother shouted in the next room: "The robbers are coming, the robbers are coming!"
But when Song Zhongqiu came to her mother's room again, she saw nothing. She still looked at her mother sleeping in the corner, pointing out the window and shouting hysterically.
He knew that he had been deceived again, and he was particularly annoyed.
"You old woman, can you calm down a little? You're making so much noise!" Song Zhongqiu regretted a little when he said this. He realized that he shouldn't have said that, but he really couldn't stand it anymore.
This time, after his mother heard Song Zhongqiu shouting at her, she stopped making any sound, as if she understood what he said.
In Song Zhongqiu, he closed his mother's door tightly and then his own door. As soon as he lay down, he heard the mother next door shouting: "Dad, Mom, hahaha."
He gritted his teeth and covered his head with a pillow, and fell asleep like this. Her mother also made a fuss all night.
At six o'clock the next morning, he was woken up by his mother's noise again and felt angry. The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, but he couldn't say anything. He wanted to sleep, but he couldn't fall asleep.
So I simply got up, washed up, helped my mother go to the toilet, changed clothes and had breakfast.
In this way, Song Zhongqiu is like this every day, doing the same thing, spending two-thirds of the day taking care of his mother, and now the commotion is getting worse and worse at night, and he can't get anything during the day or night.
rest,
He called his wife, who also refused to answer his call. He wanted to know what was going on, so he scratched his head desperately until one night a week ago...