Still silent.

This kind of silence has been like this since the little grandmother woke up after she fell into a coma, and Lancao was used to it, but after she suddenly spoke tonight, it seemed that the silence had decreased, and who knew what she suddenly changed back to.

Lancao couldn't figure out why.

She could only follow the silence.

Anyway, she made it clear to her about the things in her heart, and she wanted to hide it from her little grandmother if she was used as a live target, but just now the god made the ghost say that Cousin Bai touched her hair, and from this matter, don't you have to pull out the ins and outs, this pull, don't you have to explain the whole process clearly, if you don't say it clearly, it's even worse, she is a little girl who dares to carry her master behind her back, and everyone will definitely laugh off her big teeth if she spreads it, and it is a capital crime in their ears to pass on the wife, and it is not too much to die a hundred times.

The wind was blowing outside, whining, sweeping the treetops of the pear tree in the yard, making a rattling noise.

Lancao really regretted that she had lost her mouth, why was she confused when she was happy, and she leaked the most unsightly secret in her heart, oops, what kind of face does this give her Ming'er to face her little grandmother?

She couldn't help but cover her face tightly with her hands.

A small hand groped over and pulled away her hand, the little hand was cold, touched her face, and suddenly two hands reached over and hugged her tightly, "Sister Lancao, why are you so good to me? In order to ask for help for me, you ran out and suffered so much grievance, and you didn't sue me when you came back." Aren't you just a lowly child daughter-in-law? Or a fool's child daughter-in-law, everyone in the house dares to look down on me and trample on me, even the orchid, she abandons me, only you, always follow me, accompany me, and put it in my heart alone if I am wronged. Lancao, do you know, you are the only person in this world who is good to me, no purpose, no requirements, simply good, I thank you in advance, one day, I will try to repay you. ”

As he spoke, some of the images slowly replayed in front of his eyes.

Such words are by no means said on the spur of the moment.

Without comparison, there is no voice.

Lancao ran before and after getting a bowl of bird's nest for her, but she asked the orchid to eat it, or ate it in front of her, she pretended to be asleep, but she had everything in her heart;

went to the bench room to be punished, if she hadn't climbed the torture bench first, Lancao would definitely have climbed up for her;

Lancao protects her everywhere, takes her first, has no complaints, no complaints.

Such a person, even in the previous world, except for his parents, is there any?

So, if she can finally return to that world one day, then before leaving, she must find a way to change the living environment for this girl, at least she can't watch her serve here all her life, endure all the hardships, and survive until she is married to a random little girl who does rough work.

I made up my mind, and I felt that the next road had a direction for the time being, and if I wanted to change the environment of Lancao, I first had to start by changing my own situation, just by virtue of my current miserable situation, not to mention helping others, I was afraid that I would soon even freeze and starve to death.

In order not to starve, in order not to freeze to death, in order not to be bullied to death, well, from now on, from tonight, from scratch.

She took a deep breath.

The firewood burned and quickly turned into ashes, and as soon as the fire was extinguished, the temperature in the room dropped, and the cold air soaked in along the quilt.

Lancao curled up quietly, feeling the embrace of the two little arms that were thinner than herself, tears ** spicy, flowing down the nose, slipping into the corners of the mouth, licking, salty, astringent.

Fate often abandons the weak at the bottom of life and leaves them to fend for themselves, but the weak will always struggle with their inner thirst for light, to warm each other, to comfort each other.

"Lancao, you just said that Master Liu's original wife is called Chen Yufang, and she only gave birth to three daughters before and after marrying into the Liu family, right, so why didn't she give birth to another son?

Lancao quietly rubbed the surging tears on the quilt, afraid that the dumb aunt would hear that her voice had changed because of the tears, so she deliberately coughed a few times before replying: "Who said she didn't want to give birth, but she couldn't give birth." I heard others secretly talk about it, saying that the lord and his wife came out in order to give birth to a son-in-law, but they didn't work hard, all kinds of precious medicinal materials and ingredients were bought and eaten, and the famous obstetricians and gynecologists on the ground in Lingzhou Mansion were all invited, and the bitter medicine soup that was boiled black and red, the eldest lady drank it bowl by bowl, and drank it for many years, but it was still useless. Now don't talk about giving birth to a son, it seems that she can't even conceive a daughter, Miss Eight is five years old, and she has not been pregnant for a long time, so everyone says that she must not be able to give birth. ”

The dumb aunt suddenly changed the topic, "She is a person who looks very good-looking, kind and kind-hearted, is she usually very good-natured?"

Lan Cao didn't think about it, and immediately rushed out: "Yes, our eldest lady is indeed very good, and they all say that she has a bodhisattva heart." Thinking of the little grandmother and her current experience, she was a little embarrassed, as if she had told a lie, and said: "She has been very good in the past, but I don't know why she suddenly wants to treat us like this, and she punishes us like that when she breaks a plum blossom." ”

The dumb aunt was immersed in her thoughts, slowly sorting out her messy thoughts, and muttered to herself for a while: "You said that this eighth lady is only five years old. And your wife is just forty years old, so why is it difficult for her to get pregnant again? Is it because of her weak constitution? It's not like ah, she looks white and tender and quite rich, is it because life in the couple's room is not harmonious? Or is it that Old Man Liu is not good? No, Mrs. Jiu has just given birth to a son, doesn't this mean that he can still do it? That is, there is gynecological inflammation and fallopian tube blockage?"

"Pap" suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself on the forehead, the slap was too heavy, and the wound was slapped, and he snorted in pain.

But he was very excited, and he smiled, "Is this the case, won't you know the pulse tomorrow? If it's really a problem with the fallopian tubes...... What should I do then? Surgery? Unrealistic, this is hundreds of years ago...... What else is there to do...... Think about it, think about it, Wang Yanan, there is no way you can't think of it, seven years of obstetrics and gynecology theory and three years of clinical experience, plus three years of clinical study of traditional Chinese medicine, and Master's many years of words and deeds, what else can stump you?"

This one muttered excitedly, and the other listened stupidly, listening to the book of heaven, those words were too unfamiliar, and Lancao couldn't understand them at all.

This little grandmother, why does it feel like a different person after this coma?

It's just a mute person who can talk, and the most puzzling thing is that a string of words pops out of her mouth from time to time, and I don't know where she learned it.

"Lancao, do you want to change your fate?"

Lan Cao was a little confused: "Little grandma, fate is given by God, what kind of fate is a person, God has already set it for us, how can we change it? ”

The dumb aunt chuckled, and when she thought that it was a bit unkind to laugh at this honest and lovely ancient girl, she held back the second half of the smile back into her stomach, "Okay, since God is destined to do it, let's not change it ourselves, so, do you want to live a better life with me?" Like a young grandmother in a big family, she eats whatever she wants, there is a fire in the house, there is a foot basin, there is a hand stove, she goes out to take a car, she is not bullied, she has a little woman to help her work, she has new clothes to wear, she has money to buy fat powder, she can break a few plum blossoms if she wants to, that is, the whole plum tree is dug up to play, and no one dares to pull us to the bench room to whip us. You don't have to worry about living your life, and you don't have to look at people's faces everywhere. ”

This time it was Lancao's turn to giggle, she smiled and reached out to pinch the dumb aunt's arm, and said, "You really dare to think, isn't this a sweet dream in broad daylight?"

The dumb aunt was stunned by her sudden intimate behavior, and then thought that it might be that she had been talking and inspiring in a relaxed and pleasant way, and the little girl finally stopped treating herself as a little grandmother and trembled and respected.

Feel free to order it, people are inherently equal.

"There is something more beautiful, at that time, if you like a white cousin or a black cousin, just go and confess to him, you don't have to hide it, and suffer yourself in your heart. ”

Startled Lancao, then covered her face and laughed, and then cried, I don't know whether to laugh with joy or cry with shyness.

The cold air squeezed in through the cracks in the thin curtains and doors, it was probably late at night, the cold was pressing, and the two of them could only keep warm next to each other.

"Hey, Lancao, to be serious, I want to do one thing, take a gamble, let it go, become better, not, the worst result is so bad that our current situation will come to an end. If you don't give it a try, how do you know if it's going to work?

Lan Cao listened to her voice very strictly, without the slightest hint of jokes, her heart sank, and she nodded towards the darkness, "Little grandma, dumb aunt, I believe you in whatever you do, follow you, and support you." ”

"Don't worry, I won't be brutal without a certain certainty, I just need you to help me cooperate with one thing. ”

"What's the matter? ”

The dumb aunt smiled lightly, "You don't have to die, as long as you are my mouth and speak for me." ”

Lan Cao was puzzled, "What about your own mouth, dumb aunt?"

"You forget, I'm mute. Dumb people can't speak. ”

Lancao was stunned, the little grandmother stopped talking, and the clear and shallow darkness was like ink melted with water, ethereal and faint, wrapping the two small bodies and two small hearts tightly.

Lancao recalled and chewed the last sentence of the little grandmother word by word, and seemed to understand the little grandmother's mind in a daze, but she didn't seem to understand it for a while.