Chapter 90 Insidious
As Liu Pengcheng said this, he took Liang Yuting's arm and dragged her into the house.
Liang Yuting howled.
At this moment, Luo Taohua, who had gone to the fields, came back.
When the old woman saw that the gangster was bullying her baby daughter, she dropped the basket and hurried over on tiptoes.
She pulled Liu Pengcheng's arm and said, "I'll kill you! Let go of my daughter."
Liu Pengcheng glanced at her contemptuously and pushed her away she.
The old woman was very old, 65 years old. She lost her center of gravity and fell to the ground.
Liang Yuting went crazy and bit Liu Pengcheng's arm hard.
Liu Pengcheng yelled and slapped Liang Yuting, and the whole family was in chaos.
Liang Yuting ran into the kitchen, took out a cutting knife, with red eyes, shouted that she wanted to chop Liu Pengcheng to death, and Liu Pengcheng fled in a hurry.
Liang Yuting put down the knife, quickly helped her mother up, and anxiously checked around to see if she had been injured.
Luo Taohua looked at her daughter with tears in her eyes, stretched out her hands like dry bark, tremblingly touched her daughter's face, and said, "It's all my fault that mom can't protect you and let you be bullied by that beast. "
Liang Yuting shook her head, tears streaming down her face. She shook her head and choked: "Mom, it's not your fault, it's all my fault. I didn't protect you."
The mother-in-law held her head and cried.
Guan Lei, who had been hiding in the corner and eavesdropping, was extremely satisfied.
When Liu Pengcheng entered Liang Yuting's house just now, she made an excuse to go to the small shop at the entrance of the village to buy something, and asked Wang Yuetao to go back first.
She brushed the broken hair beside her ear, thinking: If you are asked to play the harp, a person who doesn’t even have a brother, you are squealing!
She entered the house humming a little tune.
The weather is nice today, and Zhang Caihe is drying quilts in the yard.
As soon as she saw her little daughter coming back, her face instantly blossomed. She threw the quilt on the clothesline and walked over with a smile.
"Leilei, why didn't you call us when you came back so that I could ask your dad to pick you up."
"Zhao Yang fucking sent me to the market. I happened to meet Aunt Yuetao and came back together."
Guan Lei took out the two sets of autumn clothes from the cloth bag and said, "Mom, this is what Zhao Yang gave you and me. Dad bought it, can you try it?”
For a moment, Zhang Caihe’s face looked very ugly. Since Guan Lei called her in the county town that day and said that Zhao Yang had other women, although she On the surface, he comforted his daughter with kind words, but it felt like a thorn in his heart.
She hasn't slept a wink in the past few days.
Guan Lei noticed it and hurriedly said: "Oh Mom, are you still thinking about Zhao Yang? I was also impulsive. Later Zhao Yang came back and explained that he drank too much, and his colleague You're joking with him."
Zhang Caihe breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good, but it's not an option for you to live in two places with him often."
"Zhao. Yang's project is still in arrears with wages, and Zhao Yang has used all his savings to pay the workers." Guan Lei held her mother's hand and said, "I think I will let him work after he gets paid. When I buy a house in the county, I will go live there."
"Well, this is the best." Zhang Caihe pointed to her daughter's belly and said in a low voice, "Use all the soda. There is something going on now. No?”
Guan Lei's face suddenly turned red. She stood up and said coquettishly: "It's only been a few days, how can it be so fast."
"You have to hurry up. Only when a man has a child can he calm down and live a good life." ."
Guan Lei quickly changed the topic and said, "Where is my dad?"
"I'm going to weed."
Is Xiaojie about to finish school? Let me help you cook.”
“No, it’s rare for you to come back. Why don’t you cook?”
Guan Lei returned to the side. inside the house.
This house has been empty since she married Guan Youshuang. Everything remains as it was.
She walked to the table and touched the old photos through the glass, and scenes of the past came to her mind.
Many photos are of her and her brother, some of them standing, and some of her holding her brother.
Although her family was poor, her mother would take her and her brother with her and take a group photo of them every year during opera performances.
Among so many photos, there is only one photo of the three siblings, but the sister's part is mostly covered by other photos, and only half of her face is exposed.
I don’t know why, but as long as she can remember, she remembers that her mother doesn’t like her sister.
I don’t like to buy her beautiful clothes, nor do I like to comb her beautiful braids, let alone take her to take pictures.
Of course, she doesn’t like her either.
The only photo...
Guan Lei’s thoughts flew to the time when she was 11 years old.
That year, my younger brother Guan Ruijie was only 2 years old.
Guan Youshuang is 13 years old.
In March of that year, a simple stage was temporarily set up under the old locust tree at the head of the village, and the village's annual Qin Opera was being held there.
In that era before the Internet and television, opera singing was a very important social and cultural activity. For farmers who usually work hard, this is undoubtedly a big event.
Before every play started, the place was full of people.
On the second day of singing, there was a special person outside the venue who attracted people's attention.
He was carrying a big camera bag, holding a very professional-looking camera in his hand, and holding some developed sample photos to take pictures for people for a fee.
At that time, equipment like cameras were undoubtedly rare. Curious villagers gathered around, touched the samples, and asked questions such as whether the photos would be damaged and when they would be developed. , will you be charged for sending it over?
She followed her mother, who was holding her younger brother, and surrounded him.
My sister followed me eagerly.
The mother then asked the person how much they would charge. The photographer looked at the siblings and said that it would cost 10 cents per head for a single person and 30 cents for three children.
My mother smiled and said that my sister is already older and she doesn’t need to be photographed, so she will be photographed by the two younger ones.
As she said that, her mother pushed her and her brother over and asked them to take a photo.
She glanced at her 13-year-old sister proudly.
There was a trace of expectation and a trace of loss in her eyes.
She seemed to want to get closer, but was afraid of being rejected, biting her lip and standing there, while her mother, who had no intention of letting her join in, kept looking at her and her brother, making them laugh.
A sense of superiority made her smile even more.
I don’t know why, but the person who took the photo suddenly walked over and pulled Guan Youshuang to her side. Faced with her mother’s doubts, he said that she would just give him 2 cents.
She kept a little distance away from her in disgust. The photographer adjusted the lens and pressed the shutter on the three of them.
Fortunately, Guan Youshuang never took a photo again every year when she sang in operas, and she never even appeared in the theater.
The photos at the back are all of her and her brother.
Guan Lei opened the drawer again and saw some handiwork that Guan Youshuang had done before, including embroidery, insoles, and knitting some small things. In short, they were more like the work of a beginner, not something delicate. thing.
At this time, Zhang Caihe walked in with eggs and cakes.
(End of this chapter)