Zhang Hu came over in the middle of the night and took away the fat man. When Mo Xiaohe got up, it was already in the sky, and the sun was shining.

Aunt Ying was carrying a big dinner, containing a fried egg, a big chicken leg, and a small fried vegetables, which was an indescribable luxury, and she ran to the eaves of Mo Xiaohe and knocked on the door.

The old lady's shrill voice was as domineering as ever, "Xiaohezi! The sun is drying your buttocks! Don't come out to eat soon!"

Mo Xiaohe, who got up late, hurriedly washed, and as soon as he opened the door, he was not polite, and took the meal easily, and was pulled into the house by Aunt Ying to eat.

Aunt Ying's home is very generous compared to the tiled houses made of stones by ordinary people.

The hall and courtyard are very spacious, plus four bedrooms.

It's just that because the two daughters are married far away, they usually only see money and rarely see people returning, so the boudoir is closed.

Uncle Ying's bedroom door was wide open, but there was nothing inside.

Therefore, the huge house is extremely empty, like an empty house that has been uninhabited for many years.

Under Mo Xiaohe's care yesterday, the house was spotless, but now it can be described as clean.

Nothing, it's clean.

Mo Xiaohe suddenly didn't dare to think about how an old lady with only one left had her usual life.

Aunt Ying didn't look any different, she approached Mo Xiaohe, opened her mouth and grinned, "How about it, Auntie's fried eggs and braised chicken legs, the taste is still good?"

Speaking of this, Aunt Ying didn't forget to glance in the direction of Zhang Ji's grocery store, and lowered her voice, "It's much better than that fat man's, right?"

"Of course, the food cooked by the eldest lady is the best. ”

Mo Xiaohe's meaty mouth did not forget to flatter a few words.

The old lady is still the same, give some sun, and it will be brilliant immediately, "That's not it! From ancient times to the present, which beauty can get the title just by having her looks?"

"Just relying on a skin, you will scratch your head and make a pose, or you will only be coquettish and behaved, which boy is not tired of being crooked after a long time?"

The old lady habitually held one hand on her waist, and the Danfeng eyes that were still visible under the wrinkles stood up, and she didn't forget to give herself a thumbs up, "Auntie, I am not only beautiful! The rice is also burned well! The words are also well written! The embroidery is also well! It's not the aunt who brags, or the embroidery that your sister embroiders, compared with the aunt and mine, it is more than one step worse!"

Mo Xiaohe chewed on what Aunt Ying thought was delicious, and he didn't bother to think about when he had seen Aunt Ying's writing and embroidery, but he was just perfunctory in his habitual manner, "That's a must! Otherwise, the title of beauty A Lanying will come for nothing!"

"It's still Xiaohezi who is talking, and the aunt doesn't hurt you in vain!"

The old lady was so happy that she pinched Mo Xiaohe's cheeks on both sides, and burst out with a smile, "Our Xiaohezi is different! In the end, I can write a good hand, I have been to Ximen County, and I have been to Hanoi County! This eyesight is really a hundred times better than a hillbilly who has never seen the world!"

As soon as the old lady blew up, of course it was endless, "In the early years, my aunt and I wore a skirt and carried a flower basket from Shili Street to Shili Town.

The old lady pursed her lips, "That scene is called magnificent!"

"Of course. Since ancient times, that hero doesn't love beauty!

Mo Xiaohe, who seemed to be silent and honest, opened his eyes and said nonsense, but his face was not red or breathless.

This has been practiced over many years.

"Ahem, but my mother, I'm unlucky!

The old lady didn't seem to care at the moment, but was lonely, as if she really felt that she was unlucky from the bottom of her heart, "The only one worthy of the eldest lady is Zhang Feng's nephew, and Zhang Hu's cousin next door, Zhang Daomei." ”

"Listen to it!Rice magnesium, what a cultural name?!"

"This rice magnesium is tall, big, spiritual, has poetry and books in his belly, and can write and martial arts!

Mo Xiaohe knew that the main topic was coming, but the rice in the bowl had not been eaten yet, so there was no reason to slip away, so he had to lower his head and listen silently.

Aunt Ying said, and slowly took out a book slip from her arms, which looked old, dark yellow, and stained with rot.

She gently placed the books on the table and opened them one by one, very carefully.

"This is a poem written by Dao Magnesium to the eldest mother in the early years, and the eldest mother will read it to you. ”

Ten Mile Street scolded the beauty A Lanying, who had never lost on the street, was rare and warm, and the gentleness that had been hidden in her heart for hundreds of years was all released.

"The morning sun shrouds the sunset, the morning bathes, the twilight, the light invades the darkness, yesterday waits, today, the day drives away the night, the cold winter, the freezing heat, those are my confused days, I miss you like a river bursting embankment, waves wandering around, flooding in a fixed place, gritting my teeth, chewing the years in my hands, I slowly forget those times that were driven away by thoughts, those painful torments like bites, those long expectations with no end in sight, you slowly approach, silent and secretly happy"

Aunt Ying stroked the baby, and the old hand helped and helped on the broken book, "Look at this poem, how well it is written!

"This Daxia man is all tired and lazy, and he pretends to be an uncle at home, so he thinks that his wife raises his eyebrows, and there is no good character!"

"In a pair of unkind men, how rare is there a man who is educated, writes poems well, and can serve the eldest mother three meals a day?"

The old lady's wrinkled old face, her eyes narrowed slightly, and her thoughts drifted back to the distant years of decades ago, "But, although this rice magnesium person is talented, he is a little unlucky, and his reputation is one point worse every year, and his family is so poor that he is very poor." ”

"He always thinks that his family is poor and not worthy of the eldest mother, but I don't mind the eldest mother!

As the old lady spoke, her voice continued, "I don't know that this rice magnesium is stupid to read! I just thought that the eldest lady buried him and tore up the wedding paper!"

The old lady's eyes suddenly turned red, and she was very indignant, "Who said that only women can marry men?"

"The eldest lady appreciates his talent, he understands why the eldest mother is more fierce than men, and is tender to the eldest mother, isn't this enough?

"Can you die of poverty if you are poor? Can others laugh at yourself to death? If you cherish me, I cherish you, won't you be able to live a good life?"

The old lady was already angry, but this time she seemed to be really angry, so she just lowered her head and couldn't breathe.

Mo Xiaohe ate silently and didn't dare to reply.

Aunt Ying has told these stories more than a hundred times, and she is indignant when she says it once.

An old lady loves and hates when she reminisces about girls, and Mo Xiaohe doesn't feel the slightest awkwardness.

It can't just be that a woman wants to marry a man, she will not die if she is poor, others will not die if she laughs, you will cherish me and I will cherish you, and you will be able to live a good life.

This does not seem to be bad.

Mo Xiaohe is just strange, listening to an old lady talk about the wind and snow, but every time he can listen to his own soft heart?

It seems that there is still some touching love in love.

"Dao magnesium tore this wedding paper, and it also tore the eldest mother's heart!"

After all, it's a long time ago, and the old lady only sighed for a moment before she came to her senses, "This man of Great Xia doesn't have a good thing after all!

"Therefore, Auntie, I will no longer expect anything from you and me, love and love. Even if you meet someone who is okay, you won't be stupid enough to think about throwing your heart out. The achievement is improvised, but the achievement is not pulled down. ”

The old lady's face was full of pity, she seemed to really feel pity, "It's just a pity that my aunt has a temperament!

Mo Xiaohe held back his smile, he couldn't laugh if he wanted to.

If you say that Aunt Ying is naturally beautiful, I haven't seen her when she was young.

Is there any talent?

Mo Xiaohe tried to think hard, but he couldn't think of any talent for Aunt Ying.

Of course, if scolding well and scolding fiercely is also a talent, then Aunt Ying is indeed second to none in Mo Xiaohe's heart.

But putting these aside for the time being, just based on Aunt Ying's sentence "Who said that only women can marry men?"

, Mo Xiaohe knew that it was rare, if it wasn't for a word to wake him up, I'm afraid Mo Xiaohe himself would be a dirty fool in the eyes of the old lady.

"Xiaohezi, my aunt watched you grow up. ”

The old lady, who never gives outsiders a good face, is full of kindness at the moment, "You are handsome, you can read and write, you can embroider and cook, you are a good child." ”

"In the future, you will meet a good girl, but you must not dare to say it, and you must not take the stupid idea that a woman has to follow a man. It's all two eyes and one nose, it's all the same, and if you can live a good life, do you understand?"

"Especially if you have to find a beautiful lady like me!"

The old lady said, patting her chest, "Listen! This is the most important thing, but you can't suffer, understand?"

Mo Xiaohe nodded deeply with difficulty.

"How did Uncle Ying and Auntie meet?"

After thinking for a while, Mo Xiaohe finally mustered up the courage to ask, he hadn't heard this story.

"That bad old man has no father or mother, and when he came back from the war, he was assigned to Shili Town by the army to retire. Coincidentally, when the eldest lady went to the street, she met a man from another village who spoke badly and scolded, and was relieved by the old man's two slaps. ”

I don't know that the old lady doesn't care at all, "The eldest lady is also old at that time, so in the end, she will make do with him." Otherwise, I like him, auntie?"

Mo Xiaohe was dumbfounded, in the final analysis, the stories in the world are the same, and it is an old script of heroes saving beauty.

"This bad old man is completely a stuffy gourd, he can't speak, he can't cook, and he can't read a single big word, if he hadn't given birth to my family Axia, I would have divorced him a long time ago!"

The old lady said, her face full of resentment.

"This old immortal will fan when he is full, I will be angry when I look at it, and I want to scold when I am angry. But I scolded him and ignored him, so the more I scolded, the more angry I became!"

Mo Xiaohe suddenly realized that Aunt Ying scolded Uncle Ying earlier and could scold all day, and there was an allusion.

Indignant, the old lady sighed again, "But when I scolded, I couldn't scold." ”

"If you are not there, the eldest lady can only guard the empty house by herself, looking at the air boringly. I didn't want to talk to anyone. ”

"Auntie, my heart is still vacuum, it's hard. ”

The old lady sighed deeply, and looked at the direction of Uncle Ying's perennial fan, but there was nothing except the depression in the floor pressed by the Taishi chair where Uncle Ying used to sit.

"Xiaohezi, my aunt has no son, so she will raise you like a son. ”

The old lady stood up suddenly, hugged Mo Xiaohe's head, and cried when she said, "Auntie wants to leave you on Shili Street, but Auntie can't keep it." ”

"You are handsome and capable of writing and martial arts, but you can't be delayed by this little broken landing. ”

The old lady's voice suddenly became hoarse, and she snorted again, "That bad old man died unjustly." His revenge has to be avenged by you. ”

It turns out that the beauty A Lanying, who only seeks one true love, is unwilling to live in love all her life, and often spits fragrant mouths, is reluctant to Uncle Ying after all.

It turned out that the two old men were also counting on themselves.

Mo Xiaohe unconsciously clenched his fists, tears flowing.

I don't have a father or a mother.

But there are two old people, a sister, and a brother Zhang Ze, enough is enough, there is no shortage of love.

has been treated gently, and can always be gentle with this river and lake.

There will always be darkness, but the gentleness that has been received can always give a person the strength to carry a sun.

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