"Black oil can, what did your turtle son eat at Little Pepper?" Feng Xian'er was unhappy, so she wanted to take out her anger with the black oil can, "Look at your baby's unsteady walking, is it enough to eat up and down." Look at your short-lived ghost, you, don't die in Pepper's eyes. ”

"Lao Tzu is also a romantic death when he dies, and besides, Lao Tzu is over sixty years old, and it is not called a short life when he dies." The black oil tank was a little smug, "Don't look at Lao Tzu, the old man's kung fu is good and experienced, do you want to try it." ”

Feng Xian'er kicked her leg and lifted the muddy water on the soles of her feet to the black oil can, "You dead old ghost, you want to eat Lao Niang's tofu, I'm afraid that I won't tire your doll to death." I haven't climbed the mountain yet, and I'm so tired that your baby's waist is broken. ”

Feng Xian'er has the unique pungency of a woman in Sichuan, and her voice is also crisp. The black oil can watched Feng Xian'er swaying away with her high heels, and couldn't help but swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva.

Feng Xian'er didn't go home, she wandered around the Cheche Mountain, like a lonely ghost. That home made her unprovoked annoyance, even a little resentful, like a cage that had enveloped her. Feng Xian'er has always thought of herself as a bird with wings, so she should be able to fly higher into the sky, instead of being confined to a small space like Cheche Mountain.

The age of more than 30 years is the beautiful tail tip of a woman's life. In a few years, those once proud of the beauty are the flowers of yesterday's branches, which can only remain in memory.

Feng Xian'er used to be one of the beauties in several nearby towns, and she thought that she could exchange her beauty for a comfortable life. I didn't expect to marry such a useless man as Haiqing.

There are many things that you can't regret, and if you go wrong in life, you can't go back and start over. It's not like the road under your feet, you can walk back when you go past it.

Feng Xian'er felt that she had missed a lot of things to get to this point, and she now complained about her confusion. She remembered a person's name in her heart, and she wanted to work hard to grasp the tip of this beautiful tail and completely change her fate.

Which of those women in the village is better than her, but that one is better off than her.

That Mei Ruoxue, if she wants to have no breasts, she wants no rules, but other people's men are so good at making money. Looking at her today, she sat in the man's car with a sense of happiness that the sky couldn't contain.

What is the use of that tall pole, the skin is not good, and the mind is not smart, and he can't even control his own man. But the man takes care of the family, and the life of the family is prosperous. Look at the stilt pole to change one set today and one to change tomorrow, as if their family is running a clothing store.

and Liu Yishui's mother-in-law, who is as fat as a pig, and she has to shake a few times when she walks. I'm really worried that one day Liu Yishui will kill her if he doesn't kill a pig, and sell meat. But that fat woman is still a tigress, and Liu Yishui is a cat who has seen a mouse in front of her.

Feng Xian'er counted the women of several nearby villages with her fingers, and none of them were as beautiful as her, but that woman was better than her. Even Xiaorong, the woman who had been abducted and trafficked, looked like a winter melon, and the man Gu Xuegao also held her in the palm of his hand like a baby.

The night is getting darker and darker, the lights of people's houses are lit up sporadically, and the night of the mountain village has disappeared a little bleak, showing a hint of hazy warmth.

After the snow stopped, the weather became even colder, and there was not a single person in sight on the village road. Feng Xian'er wandered, walking past every house, looking at the lights in other people's houses, listening to the laughter in people's houses, smelling the aroma of food in people's houses, those lights, sounds, and tastes, like whips on her heart.

Feng Xian'er walked towards her home. The lights were also on in her house, and the sound of speech could be heard, and the smell of food wafted out. But Feng Xian'er felt that those things were different from other people's.

"Sister, Gu Liangyu, the son of the black oil tank, has bought a car. The car was black, shiny, mirror-like, and could reflect the figure of a person. Xiao Ding Ding told her sister Xiaoqing about the car she saw Gu Liangyu, and her face was full of envy that she couldn't hide.

"Look, and the candy he gave me. You say, why are people so rich? Little Tintin gave the colorful sweets to her sister and grandfather.

Xiaoqing didn't go out to play, and in fact, she didn't have time to play. The old lady Feng Xian'er doesn't care about the affairs of the family, she has to do laundry and cooking, feed the pigs and chickens, and take care of her grandfather who has difficulty moving, and she has to rush to read books and do homework the rest of the time.

Maybe only studying can allow Xiaoqing to gain a sense of accomplishment and be able to raise her head in front of her classmates. Her father had not been heard from for several years, and her mother had a bad reputation in the village, so she took care of her grandfather and sister with humiliation.

Xiaoqing uses her immature shoulders to maintain the integrity of this family.

"It's delicious, sister." Xiao Ding Ding watched Xiao Qing peel off the colored candy paper and put the candy cube in his mouth.

"Well, it's sweet." Xiaoqing was a little moved in her heart, and held back the tears that were about to flow, she hadn't tasted candy for a long time.

"Sister, I'm hungry, shall we eat?" Little Tintin glanced at the dishes on the table and swallowed.

Xiaoqing peeled a piece of candy and put it in Xiao Dingding's mouth, "Wait a little longer, wait for Mom to come back, or she will be angry." ”

"Sister, you said, if Dad comes back, will he also buy a car, like Gu Liangyu?" Xiao Ding Ding blinked, guessing how nice it would be if her son Haiqing also bought a car.

Grandpa Wang Silin said with a smile: "Little Dingding, as long as you are obedient and study hard, your father will buy a good car when he comes back." ”

"Really?" Little Tintin looked at her sister. Grandpa is so old that he can't walk, and sometimes he is confused, and little Ding Ding doesn't believe him.

Xiaoqing glanced at the already dark sky outside the courtyard, her heart was darker than the sky, and she didn't know how to answer Xiao Dingding.

"Just like your bear, you don't know if you're dead outside. Also bought you a car, waiting for you to buy him an urn is almost the same. Feng Xian'er came in from outside the house with a cold face, with the cold air outside the house. It's just her expression that makes little Ding Ding feel colder than the weather.

Xiao Ding Ding closed his mouth and took his eyes to look at his grandfather Wang Silin.

"It's the New Year, don't you curse Haiqing, is it worth your anger if you say anything about the child?" Wang Silin was also unhappy in his heart, Haiqing was no longer a thing, after all, he was also his son, and he didn't want to hear his daughter-in-law cursing his son during the Chinese New Year.

"It's better to die early, if you die today, I will go out with the child tomorrow, who wants to accompany you old coffin." The resentment in Feng Xian'er's heart completely exploded.

"I don't want my dad to die." Little Tintin burst into tears.

"I know how to cry and howl. Wait until you're dead and howl like this. You're still thinking about him, and he's out there to find you a new mom. In these years, I have not seen anyone alive or dead, nor have I seen a corpse. You are still protecting him, little turtle son, you go to find your old son! Feng Xian'er pulled Little Ding Ding down from the chair and pushed her out the door.

Xiao Qing looked at Feng Xian'er and Xiao Ding Ding coldly, she was used to using indifference to cover up the fluctuations in her heart.

"Look at you, your own children don't know how distressed, how can you be a mother like this." Wang Silin pulled Xiao Ding Ding to his side.

"I feel sorry for you, I feel sorry for everyone, but who the hell feels sorry for me? Other people's men come back after the New Year, and they come back with money or not. Your son is fine, he doesn't call, and he doesn't see anyone, even if he doesn't have money, I feel good when he comes back. Feng Xian'er began to cry.

"You said that you built a house and owed debts, and his turtle son said that he went out to work to earn money and came back to pay off the debt. This time I disappeared, and these debts were not all repaid. Look at the mother-in-law in the village, everyone is well-dressed and well-eaten. As for me, I am your family's cow, and I have come to pay your family's debts. ”

"Even if you pay off the debt, you should pay it off, and after the New Year, the dead ghost son still doesn't show up, so the old lady goes to the court to sue for divorce. Now I'm qualified enough to sue for divorce unilaterally, I've asked people. ”