Shigeru became uneasy. He couldn't see a woman crying the most in his life. As soon as he saw the woman crying, he was overwhelmed.

Regarding this, many years later, Zhong'er, who was determined to write a biography for Xinghua Village, confidently admitted that the right to make this discovery should belong to him first. The reason is that in his house, there has never been a woman's cry. A woman like xylophone has a harder heart than a man. Even the few gambling quarrels with Mao Sheng, and even the fact that she almost lifted the table and smashed the bowl when she was emotional, it never caused her to tears. Therefore, Maosheng's compassion for women has never had a chance to be brought into play. The first to get this opportunity was a few years ago. Mao Lin and his family fought for some reason, and their heads were bleeding. The snow moth was beaten and his nose was blue and his face was swollen. The worst thing is still Maolin. His face, neck, chest, and back were all scratched with blood marks. Moreover, he suffered a severe crotch injury and walked crookedly for several days. However, the snow moth still did not give up. She came to the xylophone, who was the women's director at the time, and tears and snot were thrown all over the house. She told how Maolin bullied her and tortured her at night, not treating her as a human being. Mao Sheng blushed at first, and then couldn't help the tears of the snow moth, so he hid in the west courtyard in a panic. When I entered the hospital, my face was covered with wet tears. At that time, Zhong Er had just sneaked into the West House from the East Courtyard alone, wanting to see if the red scarf that Jing'er had bought for Ye Er was really as good as Xing Zai said. Therefore, this secret is only known to him, and even Xingzi has never said it.

At this time, Mao Sheng moved his body, looked at the xylophone, and motioned with his eyes to quickly change her decision, in order to comfort this poor woman who had been widowed at a young age and had been helpless for many years.

Xylophone glared at Mao Sheng fiercely, as if he thought he was nosy with rats. She still didn't squeak.

The atmosphere inside the house was dreary. The choking sound of the full moon hit everyone's hearts heavily and refracted them on everyone's faces. Mao Sheng's face was helpless, and the xylophone was expressionless. Apricot writhed impatiently on the stool, occasionally slanting at the full moon. This went on for a long time.

It is clear that this outcome will not change again.

The full moon slowly stopped choking. She wiped her old face with her shabby sleeves, stood up helplessly, and silently withdrew from the room. In fact, she is not old, only about forty years old.

Xylophone sent her to the gate apologetically, but she really couldn't find any words of comfort.

This matter seems to be over, and we can only wait for the opportunity that Xylophone said will need manpower in a few days. In fact, otherwise, within a few days, Zhu'er was content to blend into the technical team, hanging behind Technician Qin's ass like a fart, and went out early and returned late to run around.

It's no wonder that xylophone broke its promise. Or finally let the tears of the full moon soften the heart, and for a moment sympathy replaced reason, and forgot the authority of the branch committee's decision to the back of the head. Xylophones are not such people. Sometimes, her heart is harder than a stone, like a cold-blooded animal. The actual situation was that the full moon soaked Technician Qin's heart like mud with tears. Xylophone would never dare to offend Technician Qin, even though she had to risk being poked in the back by everyone.

According to Jing'er, after the full moon left the East Courtyard, she returned to her home with a desperate mood of wanting to cry without tears. Of course, Zhu'er wanted to know the result, so he asked one after another. The full moon was speechless, so she hugged the head of the pillar and cried bitterly. Such a scene was often played out in the years following his death. Every time this happens, it's when the two of them are alone. In most cases, it is Zhu'er who comforts her mother, calms her down first, and then ponders some confidence and ideas to live to face those unknown difficulties and challenges in the future. This time, Zhu'er's heart was cold to the bottom first. He cried to himself, more sad and desperate than the full moon cried. Even, he broke free from Full Moon's arm and wanted to run out of the house. This scares the full moon enough. She clasped Zhu'er's arm and didn't let go, and mechanically repeated a sentence, Mother thinks of a way, Mother thinks of a way.

Zhu'er won't be easily deceived. He said desperately, who would dare to respond to what the eldest mother should not do.

This sentence, on the contrary, reminds of the full moon. Suddenly there was a flash of lightning in her almost numb brain, and she said, cub, listen to your mother, go and light the fire. Your aunt doesn't pity us, there will be people who will pity us.

After saying that, she went to the stove and carefully found a few pieces of ginger from a hole in the soil, which the mother and wife regarded as treasures. She gently wiped the dust off it with her hands and put back a large chunk. She washed the remaining ginger, chopped it into fine pieces, and in a short time cooked a large bowl of ginger soup. She rummaged through the cabinets again, found a little brown sugar, and concocted a sweet and spicy ginger soup. Full Moon put the ginger soup into the kettle, carried the kettle in his arms, and went straight to the west courtyard of the xylophone house.

At that time, Technician Qin had already gone to bed and covered his body with two thick quilts. The extra quilt was brought by the xylophone, wanting to make Technician Qin sweat so as not to suffer from the cold. Don't you know, it's Maosheng's quilt. There is one less quilt, and Mao Sheng can only squeeze into a quilt with the xylophone. Mao Sheng didn't complain at all, and even unexpectedly took the initiative to send his quilt to the West Courtyard. He also said some nice words of comfort, it was really the sun coming out of the west. After coming back, he also said to Xylophone with a smile that the people in the city are pampered and can't withstand the wind and cold in the mountains. From now on, let him cover two quilts. Let's squeeze into a bed and sleep warmer. Xylophone glared at him coquettishly, silent.