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Feng Qi was a little silly, and he was still frowning at Luo Xiaobei along the way, which looked full of drama.

Luo Xiaobei didn't pay much attention to Feng Qi's expression, although she knew that it was Feng Qi's light, this woman seemed to be warmer to her, but she didn't treat herself as an outsider, and kept talking to the woman along the way, only then did she learn that this woman's surname was Miao.

She spoke softly, as if she was a little lacking in confidence.

Luo Xiaobei deliberately avoided the situation in her house, and picked out some interesting things to say, this woman's somewhat haggard face eased a little.

The Miao family, like most of the houses in the village, looked a little neater than Feng Qi's house because of the hostess. But as soon as he stepped into the hall, a cold smell came to his face, with a bit of fishy smell, as if something had rotted and was cleaned up.

Luo Xiaobei frowned, his eyes swept over the hall, and he saw a simple spirit card placed directly opposite the entrance of the hall, and there was a straw sandal in front of the spirit card. A lit oil lamp was placed next to it, and a faint black mist could be seen rising upward.

I knew that this was the spiritual seat of this woman's dead husband.

Feng Qi put the farm tools in his hand outside the door, and solemnly pulled his clothes, then stepped into the door, walked to the table in front of the spirit card, picked up the incense and lit it and inserted it into the incense burner.

The woman's eyes turned red again, her head lowered, and the emotions that had been eased before came back to her.

It's too cold in this room, and it's not popular.

Luo Xiaobei stood aside and looked at the spirit card, turned sideways to look at the woman with her head down, and asked, "Is there anyone else in the house?"

The woman replied in a trembling voice, "There is still an old mother left." ”

That is, apart from her and an old mother, this woman did not even have children.

So what's next?

Luo Xiaobei doesn't think that a woman must have children, but looking at the way this woman speaks softly, it should also be related to her lack of children.

The older generation of people regard their children as extremely important, and it seems that it is wrong for women not to have children, and they seem to be inferior wherever they go.

"I don't know where the old man is? Can I go and see him?" Luo Xiaobei tried his best to make his expression look sincere.

The old mother must have been stimulated a lot, and now that she is not in the hall, she should not be in good health.

"Please come with me!" the woman hesitated, but nodded after a moment's thought.

Luo Xiaobei followed the woman through the hall and walked to the west, and before he got close, he smelled a strong smell of Chinese medicine.

It seems that she has been in poor health for a long time, and presumably her son's accident this time has hit her a lot.

The woman pushed open the door and walked towards the place inside, "Mother, the master has come to see you!"

Luo Xiaobei followed inside, and before she heard any sound, one foot had just crossed the threshold, and a black unknown object flew towards her door.

"Bang-"

Luo Xiaobei stood still, still holding the position of one foot in the threshold, and at her feet, there were fragments of scattered bowls.

"You get out of here! I don't care what the master is, you are the one who killed my son!" The old voice was hysterical and angry, and because one sentence was too long, he coughed violently twice, as if he was about to turn his back at any time.

"Mother!" the woman's voice was anxious, as if she was used to such scolding, and no matter what the old woman did to her, she hurriedly pasted it to give her a good breath.

I think it's a lot of this.,The expression on the face is okay.。

But it's not that there is no impact, it is estimated that this woman's personality has become like this, and it is inseparable from this old woman.

"Old man!" Luo Xiaobei thought for a while, retracted the kind expression on his face before, and stepped in.

The old woman was lying on the edge of the bed, her face full of anger. The woman was helping her to get along with it, but looking at the old woman's expression, it seemed that this woman had done something rebellious.

Luo Xiaobei stepped in, the old woman squinted, and suddenly became angry, "What kind of master is this?"

The woman's hand moved, and she looked up at Luo Xiaobei, and saw that she had no expression on her face, just staring at the old mother lying on the side of the bed.

"I think it's because you, a little, want to marry another, so you can get rid of me, an old woman, so that you can get such a weird girl to bluff me!" The old woman raised her hand and swept down the other bowl on the shore of the bedside table, and smashed it right at the woman's feet, and the woman jumped back in fright.

"Did I say it?" This action aroused the dissatisfaction of the old woman, she seemed to have discovered some great secret, and as if she had pierced some shocking conspiracy, she sneered with a supreme sense of superiority, "As long as I am alive for one day, I must you send my wife to the end, otherwise I will not let you go!"

The woman was stunned, as if she didn't expect the old woman to say such a thing, her eyes were red, and her voice trembled unconsciously, "Mother, do you have to say such things to poke my heart?"

"When Ah Cheng was here, you had a lot of dissatisfaction with me, I thought about home and everything, and everything was as you wanted. But at that time, you always said to Ah Cheng that I treated you badly, and even Ah Cheng had a dislike for me. Now that Ah Cheng has an accident, I also want to support you like Ah Cheng did when he was still there, but you ...... now."

The more the woman spoke, the more choked she became, and before she finished the rest of her words, she could only stand aside with her face covered and whimper quietly.

Luo Xiaobei is just an outsider, and she didn't want to say some things, but now that she is like this, she probably has to say something again.

"Don't you pretend to show me! Don't I know your little fancy intestines?" the old woman snorted coldly, "Who are you crying to now?" Is it that Ah Cheng is gone, and your little style is going to be used again to seduce men?"

The woman was stunned, glanced at the angry old woman, and didn't care about Luo Xiaobei, who was still standing aside, covered her face and ran out.

"Dead Star! After so many years of entering the door, she is an old hen that can't lay eggs!" the old woman smacked hard in the direction the woman left, as if she had finished talking about these flowers, and she felt a lot more comfortable in her heart.

Turning his head, he saw Luo Xiaobei standing there with an expressionless face, and scolded through the air: "What are you doing here, little? The actors are gone, why do you still want to sing alone?"

Vitriolic words seem to be easy for such an old woman.

Luo Xiaobei suddenly thought of a sentence, it is not that the old man has become bad, but that the bad person has become old.