Su Miao's father survived the winter, but he didn't survive until the summer came.

At dusk in late spring, Su Dong seemed to have run out of oil and dried up as if the bleak sun on the horizon had run out.

"Miao'er," the cloudy and chaotic eyes were withdrawn from the dilapidated window sash hung with dust and cobwebs, Su Dong raised his palm, which had become too old and knuckles wide because of years of soaking in water and oil, for Su Miao to hold, looking at his haggard but beautiful daughter, and sighed angrily, "It's all your father who hurt you, you shouldn't be married, that little beast, alas!" ”

Su Miao sat in front of the wooden bed where even a weak patient would make a squeak when he raised his hand, and was held by this pair of old hands, very at a loss. The day after she became a fourteen-year-old girl, she was about to experience such a sad death, and her stiff face could not make any other expression than that of surprise and astonishment.

However, these stunned and surprised fell into Su Dong's misty eyes, but there was a deep sadness and panic, and he couldn't bear it and was sentimental, so he used his last bit of strength to pinch her slender fingers.

Su Miao came back to his senses slowly, but saw that Su Dong was struggling to rub under the pillow, his body was too sick to move, and he only tried to get close to the pillow with one hand behind his back, while panting sharply while gritting his teeth to dig. Su Miao hurriedly stood up, followed his meaning, put her hand under the pillow, and unexpectedly found a fist-sized brocade box.

Su Miao looked at Su Dong in astonishment.

Su Dong seemed to be very pleased with her quick reaction, closed his eyes tiredly, and nodded at her.

Su Miao was allowed to open the brocade box in his hand, and a big gold ingot came into view, pure gold, brilliant and dazzling.

“…… This is rewarded by the nobles who came to eat, and I have always been reluctant to use it, they don't know, you take it, the Su family handed it over to you, your grandmother and your mother...... It's all hard work! When Su Dong said this, he seemed to be getting more and more tired, turned his head and closed his eyes to catch his breath, then remembered again, and continued to say intermittently, "Your eldest sister is too, and my father and mother can't help her...... Kiss the flesh and blood, don't dislike her! ”

Su Miao was stunned for a moment, Su Dong thought that there was no problem that she was still his biological daughter, after all, today was the second day that she, Su Miao, was the daughter of the Su family, but Su Dong suddenly decided to hand over the home to her, a little girl who was the second daughter, which really surprised her.

"Miao'er, family, treat each other well!" Su Dong, who had always been angry, suddenly said to her loudly with all his strength.

As if his head was slammed with a small stick, Su Miao came back to his senses and looked at Su Dong, who was yellow and languishing on the sickbed and no longer human, he was forty-five years old this year, he was also in his prime, he was a very good person in her memory, kind, generous, and enthusiastic and persistent in his favorite career, and now he is about to pass away, with a heart full of guilt and reluctance for his family.

"Yes, Miao'er remembered." Su Miao couldn't help but answer.

Su Dong seemed to relax, pulled his chapped and bloodstained lips with relief, and nodded lightly.

"Go and call your mother, they come in." He said with difficulty.

Su Miao answered, turned around and walked to the dilapidated and crooked door, pushed it open, and the rough door made a harsh creak.

The people of the Su family were all standing in the courtyard, and Mrs. Su seemed to have a premonition that her son was going to die, so she sat on the broken bench and covered her face and cried silently. She is over sixty years old, full of silver hair, because she lost her husband at an early age, she dragged her eldest son to suffer a lot, fell into severe rheumatism, her legs and feet are not good, she is skinny, and her face is like a dried orange peel, with folds and accumulation.

Su Miao's mother, Hu Shi, was standing at the door with her chest crossed, and when she heard the door knock and raised her head, Su Miao read very complex emotions in her eyes, including hatred, anger, and happiness, but more of it was the intense sadness hidden under these distorted feelings.

Su Dong is definitely a talent, but Hu's appearance is really not flattering, she is three years older than Su Dong, freckles, buckteeth, triangular eyes, weight increases with age year by year, and she was widowed in her early years, Mrs. Su once said that she missed her mouth when she scolded Hu, and the reason why Su Dong married her was because she had a lot of dowry.

Su Miao glanced in the courtyard and said in a low voice, "Dad let you in." ”

Hu Shi was the first to walk in, followed by the third daughter Su Chan and the youngest son Su Yan, and at the same time, the soft and glutinous voice with Jiangnan characteristics with someone's unique sharpness sounded from under the steps with a sneer:

"At this time, it is usually for the sake of the family property to call people in alone, how much silver did the old man give you?"

The one who spoke was the eldest sister Su Xian, who was wearing a beautiful pink when her father was dying, Su Xian is twenty years old this year, and was divorced by her husband three years ago and returned to her parents' house, and since then she has lived a free life of beating chickens and scolding dogs and having fun.

Mrs. Su was annoyed when she heard her screaming, and she knocked on the ground with a stick, and scolded Su Xian with her eyebrows raised:

"You heartless thing, your father is like that, you still open your mouth and close your mouth for silver, the dead girl whose conscience let the dog eat, and say a word to see if the old woman doesn't tear your mouth!"

A touch of distortion flashed in Danfeng's triangular eyes, Su Xian sneered, looked at Mrs. Su with white eyes, and said casually:

"The silver earned by selling my daughter, I'm just asking for nothing, I'm afraid that this girl who grew up in a honey pot will lose her conscience and hide it privately, what kind of anger are you getting angry about!" After that, without waiting for Mrs. Su to continue to reprimand, she twisted her slender waist and swayed into the main room, and when she passed by Su Miao's side, she laughed in an understated voice, "If you dare to hide it privately, don't blame the old lady for tearing you up!" ”

Mrs. Su was so angry by Su Xian's obedient attitude that she trembled all over, and glared fiercely at Su Xian's bright and dazzling back.

At this moment, a heart-rending cry came from the room:

"Daddy! Father! ”

Su Miao was startled, and walked in quickly, Mrs. Su's anger vanished, and her heart trembled suddenly with this sharp howl, and she rushed to the house in a panic with crutches.

Su Dong had already choked his breath.

Mrs. Su burst into tears, knelt on the ground and wailed bitterly.

Su Yan, who has always loved to cry, also cried breathlessly.

Hu Shi also silently shed a few tears, Su Chan bit her lip and stood in front of the bed, tears swirling silently in her red eyes, but they did not fall.

Only Su Xian hugged her chest and looked at the window paper that had been mended and mended, and the corners of her lips hooked a sneer.

Su Miao couldn't bear it in her heart, but she didn't cry, after all, she had only been together for two days, she looked at Su Dong, who was scolded and slapped hard by Mrs. Su, her clothes were covered with tears, and her face was bleak, and she involuntarily pinched the brocade box in her sleeve.

I'm afraid that the difficulties of the Su family have just begun, she thought in her heart.

After the funeral, the Su family returned home from the cemetery in despair, and sat down in the hall for less than half an hour, when Mrs. Su and the Hu family broke out a new round of fierce quarrels.