Chapter 3 Grandmother
Yang Ruoqing saw the person clearly. She was a middle-aged woman with a fairly tall figure. She was wearing a blue and patched coarse cloth dress. Her hair was pulled into a bun and she had a A peach wood hairpin.
The woman's face was sallow, she was so thin that her cheekbones were bulging, her eye sockets were sunken, and she looked obviously malnourished.
The eyes are large and the skin color is fair, but there is a thick shadow under the eyes, and there are some residual bloodshot eyes in the eyes. The face is full of tiredness, as if the eyelids have not been closed all night.
Yang Ruoqing's eyes were sizing up this woman's body. She was dressed like an ancient peasant woman. Thinking of the changes in her body, Yang Ruoqing was stunned, and a popular word in recent years popped up in her mind. Son: Time travel?
After Mrs. Sun pushed the door open and entered the house, she immediately saw her daughter sitting up, taking off the quilt, wearing underwear with patches underneath, and a pair of dark bare feet still hanging by the bed. But his eyes were staring straight at the door.
Sun's feet paused for a moment, in disbelief, and then a touch of ecstasy appeared on her face.
"Qing'er, when did you wake up? Mom is washing clothes in the yard, why don't you say a word? Are you thirsty? Are you hungry? Do you want to pee?"
< br> Mrs. Sun quickly ran to the bed, asking questions repeatedly, while grabbing the gown that was placed on the wooden rails at the corner of the bed, shaking off the dust on it, and draped it over Yang Ruoqing's body.
The rough, calloused hands gently covered Yang Ruoqing's forehead, as if feeling something carefully, and muttered: "Thank God, the fever has finally gone away!"
Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses, and her eyes with a hint of inquiry fell on the woman in front of her who called herself "mother".
As an elite international agent in her previous life, she can be regarded as someone who has experienced great storms and has a very accurate eye for people.
The woman in front of her has a face full of genuine concern that cannot be concealed.
Afraid that her feet would be frozen, the woman knelt down, tucked her bare feet into the hem of her clothes, and gently rubbed her dirty, dark skin with the palms of her hands through her clothes. There is no trace of disdain for the feet.
"You silly girl, why are you looking at my mother like this? Could it be that there was a fire and you don't recognize your mother anymore? Do you want some tea? Do you want to pee?" Mrs. Sun raised her head, Looking at Yang Ruoqing with a loving look on her face, she raised her hand and gently stroked her daughter's knotted and messy hair, and asked gently and carefully.
Hush?
Is it for urination?
My new body should look like I am twelve or thirteen years old!
But this woman seemed to be talking to herself in a tone of coaxing a four or five year old child.
Why is this? Extreme pampering? Or are there other reasons?
Yang Ruoqing couldn't figure it out, and she didn't have the time to think about it in detail because her mouth was really dry at the moment.
I opened my mouth and found that my throat was so swollen and painful that I couldn't even make a sound. Didn't this woman just say that she had a high fever all night? I think the tonsils are purulent and inflamed.
So, she raised her finger and pointed at the teapot on the table, and the woman reacted immediately.
"My Qing'er is thirsty? Okay, mother will pour you tea. You obey mother and lie back on the bed. The fever has just subsided, but you must not feel the cold again!" With help, Yang Ruoqing lay back down again, sat on the bedside, and watched the woman walk over and grab the There was a cracked earthenware tea bowl on the table. I poured some tea out of the teapot, washed the tea bowl casually, poured the washed tea into the yard at the door, turned back to the table, and poured half of the bowl again. The tea was carefully brought to the bed, and he sat sideways on the edge of the bed.
Yang Ruoqing wanted to reach out her hand to take it, but unexpectedly the woman took a step forward and reached out to grab Yang Ruoqing's lower back, helped her sit up straight, then put the tea bowl to her mouth and said softly: "Come on, mother. "Here you go, Qing'er, drink slowly, don't choke."
Yang Ruoqing smiled bitterly, this woman is really doting on her children, for such a big girl, she has to put tea in her mouth.
Don’t they say that the children of poor people become rich early?
This family is so poor that they can no longer live in it, but they still spoil their children to death like this, even drinking tea. Sooner or later, the children will have to be deprived of food!
Yang Ruoqing is really not used to serving tea at the entrance. In her previous life, she was an orphan. After wandering on the streets, she was adopted by an organization and received the most cruel training.
Ever since she was little, she has always been alone wherever she goes. Facing everything, she has already developed an independent character.
That’s all, my body is sore at the moment, and it’s my first time here, so just do as the Romans do.
Under the woman's care, she drank three large bowls of tea, and her burning throat finally felt a little better.
"Hey, you're sweating, that's a good thing!" Mrs. Sun touched Yang Ruoqing's forehead, the worry on her face faded a little, and said with a smile: "Your father will go to town to get you medicine at dawn. It's time, I guess I should be back before lunch. Qing'er sat down. Don't move. Mom will twist a handkerchief for you and wipe your face."
Yang Ruoqing nodded slightly and watched the woman turn and go to the corner, where there was a simple wooden shelf on top. There was an earthenware basin with a half-worn handkerchief hanging on the edge.
Yang Ruoqing watched the woman soak the handkerchief in the water and twist it hard. From time to time she would turn her head and smile at Yang Qiuyu who was on the bed. Yang Ruoqing was slightly absent-minded.
This was not a dream. I fell into the sea after a plane crash. Instead of drowning, I traveled to a poor ancient farmhouse with a mother who loved me so much.
After closing her eyes and opening them again, her eyes returned to their usual calmness.
Since God has given her a chance to start over again, she must seize it and live a new life. She must live a different and wonderful life!
Here the handkerchief had just been put on his face and half of it was wiped off. The door of the wing was slapped open from the outside with a "bang!" sound. Before the figure entered the room, the angry shouts and curses could already be heard. Come in.
"Third brother, what are you hiding in the house doing? The whole family's clothes have been rubbed and washed without going to the pond. They are piled in baskets to rot and they can't go to work with their buttocks bare?"< br>
At the same time as the sound suddenly sounded, Yang Ruoqing clearly felt the woman's hand in front of her shaking violently, and there was a hint of fear on her sallow face.
Looking at the door of the wing, an old woman is standing there holding the wooden door, with a sullen face, sparse eyebrows, and eyes that look like she is glaring at you. She has a flat nose, thin lips, and her gray hair is neatly combed back in a bun with a silver hairpin. She also wears a pair of silver round earrings on both ears.
Short and skinny, wearing a set of 70% new dark gray cloth clothes, his feet are very small, obviously they have been wrapped, standing there like a sharp compass nailed to the ground.
(End of this chapter)