Yun Luo never thought that one day, she would fall from the clouds to the dust, no, not only the dust, but her situation at the moment can even be described as a mud puddle-

The white-washed single clothes can no longer see its original color, the corners and placket of the clothes are wrinkled, no matter how hard she pulls, she can't pull it evenly, and the bamboo tube-like trouser legs reveal the fair skin at the ankles, is this the pants from two years ago or three years ago? At her age, she should be combing her hair in a bun, inserting a beaded hairpin, wearing a smoke and gauze dress and an eight-panel Luo skirt, and she is graceful when she walks two steps, how can it be this kind of dress that you know at a glance that the family is so poor that there is nothing?

Shaking the big red post in her hand, she suddenly felt that her fingertips were hot, she subconsciously loosened her fingers, and the big red post quietly fell, falling into the potholed mud - it was mud, the ground of her house was gray and abrupt, hairy mud, you don't need to look closely to find that the ground was full of sand, it rained last night, the rain through the sparse tiles, hit the ground that was not presentable, the sand and gravel were vague with rain, and it became a wet and muddy muddy land.

The jet-black juice splashed on the mud ground fell right on the words of Miss Yunfu, smudging out strange patterns, as if mocking her, the former "Miss Yunfu......

In theory, she is also worthy of the words Miss Yunfu, first, the person who gave her the post is her cousin, the eldest daughter of the second uncle's family, and Yun Jinchun, who ranks second among the daughters of the Yun family; Second, her father is the eldest son and grandson of the ninth generation of the Yun family, the first person in the ninth generation of the family tree, and the once famous Uncle Yun.

It's all in the past, though, isn't it?

Since...... Yun Luo shook her head, turned her mind back, and refused to think about the past events that had turned her upside down.

"Yunluo, I heard that the second family just came?" The voice of Yun Xiaofeng, the first person of the ninth generation of the Yun family and the uncle of the Yun family, came from outside the door, if the fence made of reeds and bamboo can be called a "door".

Yun Xiaofeng, with a long face, slender eyes, thin lips, short beard, tall and thin, dressed in a short shirt that I don't know whether it is blue or black, with several large patches at the hem of the clothes, using gray cloth, which is particularly eye-catching on the clothes. On his feet is a pair of straw sandals, stepping on the wet mud, the sludge immediately burrows into the soles of the feet from all sides of the straw sandals.

Yun Luo doesn't have to think about it, she knows that if she wants to wash her father's feet, she needs at least two large buckets of water, and she doesn't know if it's enough?

Just thinking about that scene, there was sour juice tumbling in my throat.

Yun Luo endured the nausea, quickly picked up the post on the ground, and stuffed it into his arms with his back to her father.

"Why did Dad come back at this time?" Yun Luo didn't answer the rhetorical question, his eyes were sharp, but the person quietly took two steps back.

"The weather is bad, and no one comes to hire short-term workers!" Uncle Yun awkwardly avoided his daughter's gaze, and his gaze stayed on a slightly bulging lower abdomen somewhere.

How can my daughter's lower abdomen bulge? "Why are you from the second family?" Uncle Yun raised his gaze again, stared at Yun Luo boldly, and coughed twice.

"Yun Jinchun sent someone to send me a post!" Yun Luo no longer concealed it, and took out the big red post from his arms, and his tone was bad.

"Posts? Why? Look for...... You...... Why? As soon as he heard that it was sent by his niece, Uncle Yun's momentum weakened again, and his voice was a little dry.

"I don't know!" only said that he invited her to meet in three days, but he didn't say anything. Yun Luo replied very simply, casually threw the post on the only wooden table in the room, and turned to walk to the empty door next to him.

At the end of the empty door is the kitchen, no, it's called the kitchen in the big houses, and their house is a stove with a fire at best.

Yun Luo quickly rolled up his sleeves, scooped water, lit a fire, and boiled water.

"What are you eating?" Uncle Yun touched his flat belly and looked at his daughter blankly.

Why does my daughter only boil water and not wash rice?

"There is no rice at home, eat sweet potatoes tonight!" Yun Luo straightened up in front of the stove, patted his clothes, and replied through gritted teeth.

Uncle Yun couldn't help but shrink his neck, turned around quietly, looked left and right, and tried to sneak brazenly.

"You won't be able to find a job tomorrow, and after eating this little sweet potato, you won't need to open the stove immediately!" Yun Luo remembered the embarrassment at home, and couldn't help but let the water vapor fill his eyes, and those slender eyes that were exactly the same as Uncle Yun were misty.

Hungry? Are you really going hungry? Yun Luo clenched his fists and reached out vigorously to wipe his tears, but the teardrops seemed to be endless autumn rain, and he couldn't wipe them all.

When Uncle Yun heard his daughter's words, he stopped, his face was depressed, his lips moved a few times, but he didn't say a word or turn around, so naturally he didn't see Yun Luo's tears rippling.

Silence, embarrassing silence. Yun Luo squatted in the corner of the wall with teary eyes and picked up sweet potatoes, there were six sweet potatoes in total, picked up two medium-sized ones, paused, or put them back in place, quickly picked out a large sweet potato, got up and got busy around the stove.

Wash, slice, and drain in one go.

Until the sweet potatoes were served, the father and daughter didn't say a word.

In the bowl of clear soup and little water, there are a few pieces of sweet potatoes.

Uncle Yun stirred the chopsticks, did not put sugar, sighed softly, and finally raised his head, plucking up the courage to say to his daughter who was eating sweet potatoes slowly and delicately: "Yun Luo, why don't you ask Yun Jinchun to borrow some silver?" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a piercing "click" sound clearly came from the desktop, which turned out to be the sound of Yun Luo putting down his chopsticks hard.

Uncle Yun couldn't help but shake his body, swallowed his saliva, kept stirring the bowl in front of him, lowered his head and said, "Dad is really afraid that he won't find a job, and then he ......will be hungry."

After Yun Luo heard this, her eyes immediately turned red again, her face was cold, and the anger, grievance, sadness, unwillingness, etc. in her heart kept intertwining and rolling, and it hurt so much that her chest was painful, and it hurt hotly.

Proud as a peacock, do you finally want to pluck out the feathers one by one, lick your face to look at other people's faces, and reach out to ask for alms?

Yun Luo closed his eyes, let the rain be pouring down, and there was only the father who lowered his head and kept stirring the dishes and chopsticks in front of him, and only this father who did not make a device......

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