At night, the pomegranate blossoms tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, and the words her mother said to her during the day were like tying a pimple in her heart with a rope, and the tighter and tighter she became, until she held a resentment in her chest, and she couldn't dredge it. Thinking that he had called that woman an aunt for so many years like a fool, he couldn't wait to slap himself a few big mouths.

She sat up and looked at Changsheng, and when she saw that he was sleeping soundly, she dressed and went to the stove to get a fire fold and lamp oil, and when she walked to the door, she stood still, thought for a while, put her things back, and quietly went out of the courtyard gate.

The village was dark all around, and Pomegranate was inevitably a little scared, but when she remembered her mother's grievances, she felt angry again. She walked all the way from the east of the village to the west of the village, and touched Zhang's house, the house was dark, and Zhang's was probably early

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