Tang Shiyue gritted her teeth and sucked in air. She quickly lay down and closed her eyes. She heard Wang and Tang Shirong coming back. Xiao Yaoer whispered: "Brother."
Tang Shirong hummed calmly, leaned over and hugged her.
Mrs. Wang cried: "Why are you so stubborn? We, the three of us, are still counting on you. It's better to help you secretly than now! What else can you do after you come out! What else can you do!" She was so angry that she cried.
He beat him: "You damn kid! Why don't you listen to your mother? Your mother raised you for nothing! I can't even count on you now!"
She hammered him with all her strength, and the young man's thin body was shaken by her pull, but he seemed not to feel the pain and did not avoid it. He only lowered his eyelashes and said calmly: "Aunt, grandma
If you make up your mind to drive us out, you won't be soft-hearted. I can't watch you live a hard life and just be alone."
Mrs. Wang suddenly let go of her hand and started crying: "Why is she so cruel that she doesn't even want you anymore? What should I do..."
Tang Shirong stepped into the room, put Xiao Yao'er down, then walked quickly to the couch, reached out and touched Tang Shiyue's forehead, then looked at her face carefully under the light: "Auntie,
Is Yueyue feeling better today?"
Mrs. Wang just cried, and Tang Shirong said again: "I asked you to feed her more water, can you feed her?"
Wang still ignored him, and Tang Shirong sighed silently. He looked around the house for some water, but found nothing, so he went out to find a few branches, tied them together, and swept the inside and outside of the house hastily.
After cleaning and sweating again, I brought two tree stumps in to use as stools. After busying for an hour, the house finally looked a little habitable.
It was getting dark, so Tang Shirong went out for a trip, and within an hour of holding a stick of incense, he came back, carrying a broken iron pot, two bowls, and a small dustpan in his arms filled with two steamed wild vegetable cakes.
There was actually a leek, and the scent of stool oil hit my nostrils from afar.
Tang Shiyue was a worried person, and she only wondered where these things came from. Anyway, they couldn't have been given by Grandma Sun. This child didn't look like someone who would pretend to be pitiful and beg for things. He must have exchanged them for something.
But he had nothing to offer, so what did he get in exchange for it?
She couldn't figure it out, and Mr. Wang didn't ask. She was overjoyed when he saw him come back with something. She came over to take the small dustpan and sat down sobbing.
Tang Shirong wiped his sweat, went out and brought half a bucket of water over, poured a bowl of water, walked to the couch and helped Tang Shiyue up, and called her in a low voice: "Yueyue? Yueyue?"
Tang Shiyue suddenly opened his eyes.
This voice, this feeling, is so familiar, just... just like her own brother.
Her brother is fifteen years older than her, and he has doted on her since she was a child. She has long been experienced on the set and is invulnerable to all directions. But when he comes home, he always treats her as the little girl who feels pain in his hands. Even her sister-in-law
It was said that her brother doted on her as a daughter.
I really miss my parents, my brother and my little niece!
She looked at him with tears in her eyes.
The little boy is not yet fourteen years old this year. He looks younger, thin and handsome, with gray on his face and head, but he looks at her with very gentle eyes: "Yueyue, brother is back, and the injuries on his body are still there."
Does it hurt? Come on, drink some water obediently."
She looked at him intently for a long time and drank the water slowly.
Tang Shirong supported her on the bedside and put down the bowl. Wang was sitting at the table, slowly and elegantly eating the steamed cake in small bites, with a sad expression and tears rolling down from time to time.
Xiao Yao'er stood aside, her face so thin that only her big black eyes were left, she was waiting with longing eyes, swallowing her saliva from time to time.
Tang Shirong poured another half a bowl of water, fed Xiao Yao'er to drink, and then said softly: "Mom, give Yaoyao something to eat too."
Mrs. Wang sighed, glanced at him silently, and gave Xiao Yao'er a small piece of steamed cake in her hand. Xiao Yao'er took it and devoured it with all her might.
Tang Shirong washed his hands, broke open the remaining steamed cake, and gave half of it to Tang Shiyue.
As soon as she brought it over, Tang Shiyue could smell the oily aroma again, and there was still a little oil stain on the outside of the steamed cake... But Wang had already eaten the leek zygotes.
The steamed cakes here are actually similar to the steamed buns of later generations, and there are no fillings. Tang Shiyue could only smell the smell and bite the steamed cake. Although her throat was rough, she was really hungry.
I actually managed to taste a little sweetness from it.
When she looked up, Mrs. Wang had already picked up the remaining piece of steamed cake and was eating it slowly.
Tang Shiyue's hand paused.
Tang Shirong didn't seem surprised. He drank half a bowl of cold water and started cleaning the house again.
So, doesn’t Tang Shirong need to eat?
She didn't know if it felt too similar, but she automatically assumed the role of her brother in her heart, feeling aggrieved for him.
But she is still a fool now, and if she gives him a piece of it, her character will definitely collapse!
So, what happened to the Wang family?
She didn't leave food for her son, nor did she leave the only delicious leeks to her children. She just put her clothes on, stretched out her hands for food, opened her mouth, and calmly enjoyed the best treatment at the moment, as if it was a matter of course?
Tang Shirong finally ate nothing.
The little boy was busy in the yard until midnight. When they finished their work, Wang and Xiao Yaoer had already fallen asleep. Tang Shiyue listened to him coming in, washing his hands and breathing softly. It should be a busy time.
I injured my hand somehow.
Tang Shiyue couldn't bear it and called him softly: "Brother?"
Tang Shirong made a move, groped over, wiped his hands clean on his clothes, and then gently touched her forehead. When she felt that it was not hot, he felt relieved and said softly: "Yueyue, be good.
Go to sleep now."
The first night she came to this time and space, she fell asleep with his simple words.
When I woke up to the sound in the morning, it was just dawn. Tang Shirong had washed his clothes before going to bed last night. At this time, he was putting on the half-dried clothes, and then he opened the door softly and went out.
Tang Shiyue moved carefully. Her body was still very painful, but at least she could move her hands and feet.
She glanced at the couch. Wang was sleeping in it, covered with her outer clothes. She was sleeping deeply. Xiao Yao'er was probably cold, and she had crawled under the straw, leaving only half of her dark head exposed.
On top, the hair is yellow and disheveled, like a puppy.
Tang Shiyue sighed.
Once it's come, let's make peace with it. Mrs. Wang is just a dodder and can't be counted on. It seems that she must find a chance to "recover" as soon as possible.
Tang Shiyue climbed up gropingly, and checked his body with the light coming in through the broken window.
My body must have been scratched by something long like a shoulder pole. There are bruises all over my face, arms, and legs. I can't see them from behind. I just feel pain. I don't know how many there are.
But she remembered many things, but she couldn't remember why she was injured. She only heard people in the village talking about selling it to others at a low price. She would have to find someone to ask her in detail later. After all, revenge is not something that should be celebrated during the New Year.
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Thinking in his mind, Tang Shiyue walked outside holding on to the wall, moving his body and walking back and forth around the yard.
This courtyard originally had three main rooms and two wing rooms on both sides. They were all adobe houses. Now they are collapsed and dilapidated. Grass has grown on the broken walls. The one here is barely habitable.
It's a semi-major house.
Tang Shirong built an earthen stove next to the half-collapsed main house. It was built with stones stacked on top of each other and was not plastered. It looked quite solid.
The courtyard gate was tied with branches, the broken wall was covered with thorns, and all the collapsed stones and mud were merged into a corner of the courtyard, leaving most of the courtyard empty. In this way, the shabby house that had been abandoned for countless years was restored.
It has become somewhat popular.
The child probably thought that no one would take care of him when he went to school, so he hurriedly finished his work.
He is such a good boy. He has taken on the responsibilities of an eldest brother at a young age.
Suddenly, someone outside the courtyard wall said: "Little Sangmenxing!" Tang Shiyue frowned, stepped on the stones and lay down by the courtyard wall, and looked outside.
Two children were chatting at the door of Tang's house. Tang Shirong was carrying a broken rattan basket with some wild vegetables picked in the basket. They were trying to get out of the way. A fat black child tore up the basket and scattered the wild vegetables all over the floor.