At this time, Xiang Yuyu felt that Yuan Cheng should not be making up a story, otherwise he would be too deep into the play, and he could be sad like this.

It is said that men don't flick when they have tears, but they haven't reached the sad place.

If he hadn't really put himself in his shoes, he wouldn't have been so sad.

"Later," Yuan Cheng looked at the two of them, and suddenly pulled out a smile, "Later, of course, I went back to my grandmother because my mother kept crying in front of me, and I couldn't help it." ”

He was smiling on his face, but he added a little sadness, like a forced smile, pretending to be strong.

Xiang Yuyu can actually understand his mentality at that time, because she didn't want to be at her grandmother's house when she was a child, not because she didn't want to be with her grandmother, but because she didn't like the hateful eyes of her uncle and aunt.

I don't want my grandmother to be caught in the middle, on one side is my son and daughter-in-law, and on the other side is my daughter and granddaughter, and the palms and backs of my hands are full of meat.

Although grandma is more emotionally partial to them, and feels that Xiang An is too disregarding family affection, but the more this is the case, the more Xiang Yuyu doesn't want to drag down grandma.

At that time, she may not have understood the word dragging, but from the bottom of her heart, she didn't want her grandmother to be sad, she clearly knew that her grandmother's tightly knit brows were because of her and her mother.

She vaguely understood these at such a young age, and Xiang Qiu certainly had more understanding, in fact, Xiang Qiu later proposed to move out alone, but was rejected by her grandmother.

Because this obviously doesn't work, a single woman with a small child, when she goes out to work, the child is not watched, how can she live.

Night after night, after Xiang Yuyu fell asleep, the mother and daughter, grandmother and mother, discussed the matter in a low voice.

Accompanied by a long sigh, some were all helpless.

Xiang Yuzu, who was pretending to be asleep, eavesdropped on all of them.

In the end, Xiang Qiu and Xiang Yuyu did not move away, because as my grandmother said, the children are too young to be separated from adults, everyone lives together, no matter how difficult life is, there is always something to rely on.

That's how they came.

Yuan Cheng also made such a choice.

In fact, in the face of the same difficulties, everyone chooses almost the same way.

Xiang Yuyu looked at Yuancheng and asked with difficulty, "Then how did your uncle and aunt treat you later, did they get a little better?"

Her own uncle and aunt have been consistent with her, never changing, only bad from beginning to end.

The only days when there was no abuse of Sang scolding Huai was also because Xiang Qiu gave almost all of his salary.

But there are still occasional harsh cold words.

Xiang Qiu gave them money in the hope that they would be better to Xiang Yuyu and her grandmother.

After all, she got up early and worked late outside, and she didn't have time to take care of the old and the young, and she was afraid that Xiang An would treat them too badly.

But Xiang An's husband and wife are really excessive, they promised well when they took the money, but they actually treated Xiang Yuyu very harshly, not to mention eating something good, it would be good to be full, her aunt often used the excuse that she was cooking less rice and didn't let her eat.

Grandma and Xiang Yuyu can only wait for them to finish eating, then eat some leftovers, and endure their counting on the side.

The days of living with my uncle and aunt were gray, and the only light was at night, when my mother came back from work, and the three of them were crowded into a small room, which was warm and happy at this time.

Because the most important people in your life are around, and there is nothing more joyful.

And my mother always took out some delicious food from her bag like a trick, which was not eaten by her employer's family and gave it to her.

Grandma is usually reluctant to eat, only for Xiang Yuyu to eat, if it is candy and biscuits, eat the rest of the grandmother to keep, if Xiang An does not give full the next day, she will quietly take it out for Xiang Yuzu to eat.

Yes, life is not easy, but my grandmother and mother left all their love to her, which is also a kind of luck.

Fortunately, they later moved out of the house where they had their uncle and aunt.

Once, when Xiang Qiu got off work early, when he came back, he saw Xiang An and his family eating, his grandmother sweeping the floor, and Xiang Yuyu standing pitifully on the side, looking at the dining table.

I guess I'm hungry.

Only then did she know that Xiang An, who took the money, did not fulfill her promise at all, and quarreled with Xiang An on the spot.

At this time, my grandmother also knew that Xiang Qiu had given Xiang An money in private.

This time the quarrel was fierce, and after the quarrel, Xiang Qiu left there with his mother and daughter.

It's not easy to move out and live alone, but at least she doesn't have to be bullied, at least the money she earns can keep them fed and clothed.

After moving out, Xiang Yuzu really felt the free sky and warm life.

Therefore, Xiang Yuyu can especially understand Yuan Cheng's behavior of secretly running home.

How nice it is to be a family together.

Although there are hateful uncles and aunts, there are also grandmothers and mothers who love them, so it is fair to count.

But Yuancheng is obviously more unfortunate than her.

Because he has to face it alone, without his mother by his side.

Therefore, Xiang Yuyu especially hopes that his uncle and aunt will change and be kind to him, although she thinks that this seems unlikely.

But I still asked with hope.

"Nope. The smile on the corner of Yuan Cheng's lips was bitter, "It doesn't matter, I'm mentally prepared, I don't expect them to be good to me at all." ”

"Then your childhood is quite pitiful. Xiang Yuzu said slowly.

"It's okay, it's not too pitiful," Yuan Cheng took a deep breath, "Who doesn't have a haze in their life, the reason why I don't think I'm too pitiful, because at least I still have my grandmother to hurt," his bitter smile became warm, "Grandma is like a ray of light in the gloom, illuminating my life, although she is not rich, but she gives me all the love she can give." ”

Some sufferings can only be understood, and there is no need to know from outsiders.

Some love can only be truly experienced if you have felt it yourself.

Yuan Cheng's words empathize with Yuyu.

Her grandmother was not like this, and how much she loved her.

Although they are not the same grandmother, the love is the same.

"Your grandmother loves you very much and always cooks something for you, doesn't she?" Xiang Yuzu remembered that he said about steamed cakes, which were originally because of the cakes, but it seems that he hasn't talked about this until now.

Yuan Cheng smiled, "It's because there's nothing delicious to eat, so what my grandmother makes most often is steamed cakes." ”

"Huh?" said Yuzu in surprise, and then seemed to understand again.

It should be the same as my grandmother, because there is nothing to eat, so I made rose candy for her.

However, these things made because there was nothing to eat became my favorite food in the years that followed.

"Maybe it's to make me feel fresh and not get bored of eating, so the steamed cakes made by my grandmother are different every time," Yuan Cheng smiled, as if he was still very happy in retrospect, "Sometimes she kneaded the dough into a little rabbit, sometimes a little frog, sometimes a little bird, but no matter what form they took in, it couldn't change that they were just dough cakes." ”

"For a while, I was really tired of eating it, and my stomach felt uncomfortable when I saw the cakes in the pot," Yuan Cheng sighed, "I even thought that I would rather eat boiled sweet potatoes than steamed cakes." But my grandmother still made cakes every day, and began to make up stories for them, the story of the little rabbit, the story of the little frog, and any animal that made it would have a story like that. ”

As he spoke, Yuan Cheng smiled dumbly, "In short, grandma is trying to trick me into eating the steamed cakes she makes." ”

"I know that she is afraid that I will not be able to eat, affect the growth of the body, will not grow tall, because she often chatters, not eat well, see how you grow taller in the future, her hard work I understand, but I just get tired of eating, but in order not to let my grandmother worry, I used the excuse that I was too late to go to school, put the cake in the schoolbag, said to eat on the road, in fact, most of them I did not eat, but went to eat sweet potatoes with friends on the same road. ”

How hard his grandmother tried to make the meal a little better, but he was disappointed.

Here, Xiang Yuyu was a little confused.

Didn't Yuan Cheng say at the beginning that what he wanted to eat most was steamed cakes, but now he obviously doesn't like to eat them.

But before she could ask questions, Yuan Chengcheng continued:

"But people are so strange, then my grandmother is gone, no one forces me to eat any steamed bread, and now I am not forced to eat steamed cakes without oil and water, but I miss the taste inexplicably. ”

Xiang Yuyu suddenly understood, and said, "You only know how to cherish when you lose, but what you can't get becomes good." ”

Yuan Cheng didn't deny it, but just sighed, "It's a pity that what I lost can never come back, and now I want to eat but I can never eat it." ”

"But I don't think you want to eat that bite, but your grandmother. Xiang Yuzu guessed.

"Maybe, but the steamed cakes made by my grandmother taste really good, roll out the noodles into a thin sheet, smear with oil, sprinkle with salt, put a little green onion, roll it up, and then cut it into the size of a steamed bun before it is steamed, it is very fragrant to steam it out, otherwise, my friends will not be willing to take sweet potatoes and exchange them with me." Yuan Cheng smiled bitterly, "It's just that no matter how delicious things are, you will get tired of eating them every day." ”

At this time, he felt very uncomfortable.

Those cakes that were exchanged by him one by one hurt when I thought about it.

In fact, at that time, he couldn't understand why his grandmother made this one when flour could make many kinds of things.

Later, as he grew up, he seemed to gradually understand.

To make oil cakes, it costs oil, to make steamed buns, if there is no stir-frying, it must be boring faster, maybe this steamed cake is the only kind of thing that is a little oily and watery, and better than steamed bread.

Because after all, it was smeared with oil, and there were chopped green onions.

But my grandmother tried her best to do it, but she was secretly replaced by him who was ignorant.

Later, whenever I thought of this, Yuan Chengcheng was very sad.

It's a pity that I understood it too late, and I didn't even have a chance to say sorry to my grandmother.

Xiang Yuzu didn't say anything more.

No matter how much you comfort such a thing, it seems that no matter how much you comfort it, it is useless.

His grandmother can't come back, and all the regrets can't be made up, let alone repay, presumably Yuan Cheng is also powerless about it.

This feeling of powerlessness, no amount of comforting words, will help.

"I'm sorry to make you unhappy to say so much at once. Realizing that he seemed to be talking too much, Won Sung said apologetically.