It's really too much.

Regardless of whether something happened or not, Li Dongmei couldn't do well.

I don't know why this world is so unfair, whether it is a woman's fault or not, she will always splash dirty water on women, and she will always be especially tolerant of men who make mistakes.

Chunyang can even think of which direction things will develop next, even if Dongmei is reasonable, outsiders will only say that she is indecent.

"Eldest sister, why don't you let Zhien accompany you to exchange for tofu in the future, anyway, it's not time to farm yet, and you don't go out every day, let him follow you without delaying what to do", Chunyang proposed.

Dongmei immediately refused: "Then what's the matter! Auntie and Zhien have helped us so much, why are you embarrassed to let Zhien go with me to exchange for tofu." Besides, Zhi'en is also seventeen, and it is not appropriate for a half-sized child to follow me. ”

Chunyang scratched his head anxiously, and proposed: "Otherwise, we usually only exchange tofu in the village, and I will accompany you to other villages for two days on the weekend. ”

This is a solution, but Dongmei doesn't want to delay Chunyang's time.

Chunyang said disapprerovantly: "It's not on this day or two, why can't I squeeze out time if I want to go up." ”

The sisters are not outside, Dongmei did not insist anymore, even if she put down the half-knitted sweater and went to the ground to soak beans and prepare to make tofu, she stayed up at night and tried to make a pot early tomorrow morning.

Chunyang picked up the sweater and took a look, and was stunned to find that this one was also knitted for children, but it was larger than the one she found earlier, like it was worn by five or six-year-old children.

The eldest sister has nothing to do, why are you knitting so many children's sweaters? They are all good wool, who is this going to wear?

was pondering this, Dongmei returned to the back room, put away the little sweater awkwardly, and explained weakly: "If you have nothing to do at home, I will knit one for you when I go back, and I will knit a pattern that I learned before my head is very beautiful." ”

Dongmei's face turned pale and her eyes dodged, Chunyang felt sorry for her sister and didn't ask anything.

Her silence made Dongmei breathe a sigh of relief.

However, Chunyang couldn't rest assured, she always felt that something was wrong with her eldest sister, and she didn't know if it was right to let her eldest sister go on like this.

She couldn't think of it, and when she got back, she called Ji-eun aside to listen to his thoughts.

"Your eldest sister must also know that you are worried about her, find a suitable time to ask her, I think she can tell you the truth", Zhi'en analyzed.

Chunyang didn't expect this suitable time to come so soon.

The next day, she accompanied Dongmei out to exchange tofu, the reason why she changed tofu instead of selling tofu was because everyone didn't have much money on hand, and they preferred to exchange food for things than to buy things.

Before going out, Dongmei cut the tofu piece by piece, first cover it with a clean plastic sheet, and then cover it with a large quilt to keep warm, how much rice or how many soybeans for a piece of tofu has already been set, Dongmei's scale is only used to weigh the grain without weighing the tofu, and there is no need to worry about staining the tofu.

When changing tofu, Dongmei was responsible for weighing the grain, and Chunyang helped to load the tofu. It is not difficult to shovel up the tofu with a special tin shovel and put it in the basin that people bring with them.

Probably because Dongmei didn't come to change the tofu for several days, all the pieces of tofu in the two villages were replaced, and only some broken tofu in the corners that no one wanted.

No one wants it and won't throw it away, you can go home and eat it yourself, and the taste is the same anyway.

When she walked outside the village, Chunyang also told Dongmei that the whole shallots were mixed with tofu at night, and the shallots could be dealt with without dry shallots, and she hadn't eaten them for a long time.

Before they could leave the village, they saw a little girl of two or three years old with unkempt hair and dirty hair, standing on the side of the road with black and swarthy fingers, looking at them pitifully.

There was an equally dirty young woman beside the little girl, who was breastfeeding the child on the street with an open heart, and thought that this woman was the mother of the little girl.

Chunyang couldn't bear to look more, and wanted to speed up his pace to leave, but found that the eldest sister had stopped, cut off a piece of plastic sheet with red eyes, and wrapped all the broken tofu in it and gave it to the little girl.

Li Dongmei squatted in front of the little girl, watched her gobble up minced tofu, and helped her tidy up her clothes with special kindness.

waited until the little girl finished eating the winter plum before she got up, pulled the car back and walked out of the village.

Walking out of the village, Chunyang broke the silence with a difficult mouth, and she asked Dongmei: "Eldest sister, you still can't let go of Qiaoya, right?" I saw you knitting a small sweater a few days ago, not the one I saw yesterday, are you knitting for Qiaoya?"

Dongmei walked a long way forward before replying in a dumb voice: "Qiaoya is my daughter, and I can't let go of it for the rest of my life." Knowing that she can't wear it, she knits it in vain, but she doesn't feel sorry if she doesn't do something. Don't worry about me, I'm fine. ”

Chunyang was very upset, and after thinking about it, he gave Dongmei an idea and said, "Sister, if you don't go back, let's set up a grave for Qiaoya in the back mountain, and you can burn a sweater or something to her." ”

Dongmei's forward footsteps suddenly stopped, turned around to look at Chunyang, and walked up again.

Her reaction was really strange, and Chunyang was very puzzled.

After a while, Dongmei explained to her by herself: "Chunyang, eldest sister will be honest with you, don't tell others." Actually, in fact, Qiaoya is not dead, I, I gave her away..."

The sound grew quieter and quieter, and by the end it was so faint that it was hard to hear.

However, Chunyang still keenly captures the most critical information.

She stopped in surprise and clung to the edge of the car, and Dongmera stopped without moving.

"What's the matter, eldest sister, who did you give Qiaoya to?" Chunyang asked.

Dongmei pursed her lips, as if she was organizing the language, and only replied after a while: "A couple of two people who live in the county seat, I met them at the gate of the hospital, they have been married for many years and have no children, and they can't see the doctor well, they want her when they see Qiaoya pitiful, I agreed..."

In fact, things are not as simple as Dongmei said.

At that time, Dongmei was crying at the door of the hospital with Qiaoya in her arms, and the couple passed by and asked her if she needed help, and Dongmei, who was already desperate, vented to the couple about what happened to her and her children, and the couple sympathized with them.

The husband and wife were afraid that Dongmei would not be able to think about it, so they took her and the child home, gave her food and drink, and comforted her. With Dongmei on their backs, the couple also discussed for a long time, and then tentatively asked Dongmei if she was willing to raise the child for them.

They are cultural people, the husband and wife are affectionate, and the family conditions are also very good, and they solemnly promise that no matter what Qiaoya Zhi looks like, they will not dislike her, and they will definitely raise her as a daughter.

After a painful struggle, Dongmei finally agreed to give Qiaoya to the couple.

When she cried and returned to Xishan Village, the couple was taking Qiaoya to Binjiang City, and they were going to a good hospital in Binjiang City to treat Qiaoya's injuries.

"They told me that they could go to see them at any time if they missed their children, anyway, I knew where they lived, but I didn't dare to go, I was afraid..."