(Due to the excessive number of words in this chapter, it has been updated in two parts, and the following is the second part of "29 A.".) ）

In the farmer's market, Chung Neng cleaned up in the kitchen, and Hyosung cleaned up in the shop, and in the middle sat Chung Li, smoking a cigarette without saying a word. At this time, Zhong Xuemei came back, and as soon as she entered the house, she was so tired that she sat on a chair and chatted with her mother, and after five minutes, she couldn't sit still and collect grains with her mother. When Hyosung was settling accounts, Xuemei was sweeping and mopping the floor; While Hyosung takes care of Xuecheng to sleep, Xuemei helps her younger brother clean up his toys and clothes; While Hyosung was carrying her bag to look for a car in the garage, Xuemei also packed her things and prepared to go back to the Fuchun community.

"Mei Mei...... Aren't you sleeping here tonight? Zhong Li, who had been smoking silently in the corner, suddenly raised his head and asked his daughter.

"I slept with my mom, dad and I'm gone!" Xuemei quickly finished speaking, turned around neatly, and disappeared into Zhong Li's eyes lightly. That "Dad, I'm leaving" is not a discussion, but a notification - to inform in a brisk tone that hides indifference.

Zhong Li shook the cigarette ash in his hand and took a deep puff of cigarette, then shook the thick soot with his index and middle fingers and took another deep breath. The smoke filled his eyes, and he snuffed out the end of his cigarette and lit another cigarette. The cycle repeated, and soon seven or eight warm cigarette butts were added to the full ashtray.

Xuemei has been smoking like this throughout her senior year of high school, one after the other, and she can't stop. He didn't know how his daughter would revise in the house, what time she would wake up every day, or when she would come home at night. She took the college entrance examination in two days, she was on summer vacation, she filled in the volunteers, and she was admitted to the university...... Regarding the major events in his daughter's life, Zhong Li has been told.

He's used to it, and he's extremely unaccustomed. There are two or three children in the family, and most of the parents prefer the younger ones, but he prefers the older ones. He was the one who helped Meimei with homework every night when he was a child, and now he is also a stranger with his daughter.

In the simple, cramped and stuffy small living room, Zhong Li has been waiting to be called by Lao Tao to drink, but Lao Tao has not called him, probably because it is raining at the moment. Zhong Li licked the tears from the corners of his mouth and continued to smoke. In the silence and emptiness of the shop, only the fan was spinning—spinning rapidly round and round. How does he sleep peacefully on a night without alcohol? Zhong Li put on slippers, took the family's liquor, and drank it with himself. Hyosung didn't even say hello to him when he left, which was enough for him to have a big drink; The father and son slept silently, which was enough for him to drink; Lao Tao didn't call him or say the reason, and it was enough for him to have a drink! The only thing in this world that can relieve his hatred is liquor.

Zhong Li took a puff of cigarette and wine, squinted at the messy shadow on the ground, and before he knew it, two hours had passed.

At twelve o'clock he was completely drunk, and fell asleep on the ground. He wanted to sleep so much that he couldn't wake up, dying on the gentle white clouds, sleeping in the refreshing stream, and dying tired on the way to chase the sun...... He wanted to die drunk in a dream, in an endless dream—a perfect world.

When a person wants to die, no matter how he lives, it seems that he can't live his life.

What is the attachment to making a living in the farmer's market? He's had enough of this dirty and utilitarian world. Perhaps, the previous Zhong Li was already dead, dead on the street, dead in the body, dead in the heavy snoring.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Yangyang slept, Tsai and Zhiyuan were in the room, Gui Ying was chatting with friends in the living room, and Lao Ma was watching TV on the sofa. When Gui Ying finished chatting, Lao Ma rarely spoke: "I went out today to celebrate your Uncle Tianmin's birthday, the tire on the way to the car was broken, and Zhiyuan won't even change a tire!" The old horse remembered the events of the day, and the resentment was still in his heart.

"Uh......" Gui Ying reacted for a long time before she understood what Lao Ma was talking about. The year before last, I went to Hunan, in January, the car burst a tire on the road, it was very dangerous at that time, Zhiyuan was scared like a child, Gui Ying still remembers the look on Zhiyuan's face and the loss in her heart at that time. No one is perfect, she is not beautiful or slender, why should she be elegant and powerful.

"Oh, Zhiyuan won't change tires, and many people won't change them now!" Gui Ying pretended to be light-hearted, and then continued to look down at her phone.

"Humph!" The old horse squinted at Gui Ying with a look of disdain and said, "Who is born to change tires?" It's not about training a few times to learn how to do it! How would you he not? You, a woman, don't let a man do this and do it yourself! What is this called? ”

"Tsk! When did you become so wrong? Hurry up and go to sleep! Don't be idle all day long, noisy here! Gui Ying pretended to be angry and put down this sentence and strode into the bedroom.

What she left behind was domineering, but what she took away was sorrow. How can she easily forget the embarrassment of a woman in the cold wind during that tire change? The ancients and clouds: should laugh at the scholar who is timid, has no power to restrain the chicken, and is useless is a scholar...... Since the person she loves is a scholar and the person she marries is a scholar, why be picky!

Now that I have thought about it so thoroughly, why am I still so sad and unhappy? At midnight, Ma Guiying lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. For so many years, she has been telling others how good she is to marry a wonderful person, but today when the old man picked a thorn to refute herself, she was empty-hearted. It's just a thorn, how can a thorn be worthy of He Zhiyuan's poetry and book talent.

A girl as cute as rippling giggles in the house! She pouted her ass and covered her mouth and pointed at herself and laughed! She went to pick her up, but she ran, and the smaller she ran, the smaller she ran, the smaller she became...... Finally, he shrunk into a little baby the size of a sweet potato, and then turned around and the baby cried at himself!

"Why are you crying?" She crouched down and asked the child.

"Mom, why don't you want me anymore?" The child cried profusely.

"I ......" she was terrified—where did she have children? Why did she call her Mom.

Seeing that she did not answer, the child cried even more fiercely, and suddenly fainted and collapsed on the ground. There was a pool of red blood printed on the ground, and the blood flowed and flowed towards itself, bigger and bigger...... She was so scared that she kept hiding. She squeezed into the corner and stiffened, seeing the blood stain her feet, thighs, and navel...... She was so frightened that she cried, she couldn't move, she couldn't leave, she cried and swayed to escape......

"Auntie! Youngest maternal aunt! At three o'clock in the morning, Xuemei woke up and heard her aunt crying, for some reason, so she called her frequently, only to know that she was in a dream.

"Auntie? Youngest maternal aunt! Xuemei woke up Bao Xiaotang from light to heavy.

Bao Xiaotang woke up from a big dream, sweating!

"Ahh Yes! Yes...... I had a nightmare just now! I'm awake, Meimei, you sleep! Bao Xiaotang gasped and said to Zhong Xuemei. Zhong Xuemei then turned her head and continued to sleep.

Bao Xiaotang clutched his chest and couldn't sleep. She remembered the bloody scene just now, and was so frightened that she squeezed against the wall, wishing that she had become a wall—a wall without emotion. She thought about the child in her dreams, the child's petite face, she seemed to see the child's face clearly, but she couldn't remember it, she was so anxious that she whimpered and cried again.

Lately, Bao Xiaotang has often had nightmares — very strange and terrifying dreams. She had dreamed many times that she had died in her dreams—at least that way she understood it. Her limbs were asleep, her soul was awake, her body was motionless, her mind could not control her body, and she saw herself dead in her dreams. Bao Xiaotang, whose lips were dry, seemed to be accustomed to the fear-ridden situation in nightmares and dreams for the past two months.

Even in her dreams, life is worse than death, she must have made an unforgivable mistake, and she deserves to be punished.

Only punishment relieved her.

At four o'clock in the morning, Xiaotang finally calmed down, not sad or afraid. The night was quiet and empty, and she looked outside, her heart was peaceful and lonely, and she felt beautiful to let the cells in her brain toss and turn at will. It would be nice if you didn't have to sleep and didn't have dreams in your sleep.

When he got up early on Saturday morning, Lao Ma got dressed and prepared his things, just waiting to go to the hospital to shoot a film today. When everything was ready, the old horse tasted the fresh air filtered by the night rain. Suddenly, the old man looked at his watch, it was seven twenty, why didn't anyone get up yet, didn't he have a lot of things to do today, Lao Ma wondered, so he opened the Qin cavity and amplified the sound to play it in the room, and he was still humming:

"Sigh that the Han family is unfortunate and traitorous, Zhuo Mang punished the thief Cao Cao again, rewarded and punished the unauthorized life and killed without telling me, killing the uncle and killing the concubine The fierce flame is rising, Queen Fu is loyal to serve the country, sighing that the widow can't protect her life, the second emperor is young and waiting to be disciplined, who will do this after her death, crying after the virtuous is not like a knife, crying after the virtuous is not thrown by the blood and tears, I hate Cao thief and grit my teeth......"

Unexpectedly, the first person to get up turned out to be a villain! She came out with her round belly with her messy hair, her mouth clasped with one hand and her ass with the other. Yangyang stood at the door of her house, looking at the old horse who was singing like a fool watching a play, and the old horse nodded at her, and then sang her own. The little girl stood for a moment, clasped her mouth with one hand and broke her ass with the other, and went to the bathroom in the west alone and silently.

“…… Seeing that the country is difficult to protect, and seeing the building falling through the wind and rain; Looking back on the past, thinking about the future, worrying like a pound, being the son of heaven has fallen and there is no bottom......"

After the little kid came out of the bathroom, he slipped into the living room and stared at the old horse who was singing, and was stunned for about ten minutes. Lao Ma was happy in his heart, in addition to the four yellow dogs in the family, there is one more person in his heart.

After the two of them got up, they hurriedly washed and cleaned up, and there were only eggs and bread in the morning, and they each ate their own. After eating, except for Lao Ma and Yangyang, the rest of the people were like rats pulling plows, Zhiyuan packed his bags and prepared the things that the children would bring to the training class, Gui Ying changed clothes and put on makeup in the house, and Zai Zai was also busy striding around the house......

After eating breakfast meticulously, the old horse went to the bathroom on crutches. Pushing the door, his eyes burned, he tilted his head back, and it took three steps back for the old man to stabilize his mind.

"Yangyang! Come here! The old horse shouted loudly.

"What's the matter?" Yang Yang pinched an egg and walked gently.

"You put the eggs down first and put them on the table!" The old horse closed the door of the bathroom and commanded Yangyang.

After putting the eggs in Yangyang, she asked elegantly, "What are you looking for me?" ”

"What's the matter? See for yourself! The old horse pushed open the door and lifted Yangyang's head into the bathroom.

Yangyang looked at it, was taken aback, and Leng covered his mouth there without speaking. Then she took a step back, went out of the bathroom, looked up and said to her grandfather, "That poop...... It's not my ......" The little man's eyes fluttered, and he covered his mouth with both hands.

"It's not you! Your mom and dad use the bathroom in their house, and your brother doesn't get on the tuba in the morning! You're all there to do! ”

"Not mine!" Yang Yang leaned against the wall and bent over, shaking his head vigorously.

"You hurry up and rush, grandpa wants to use the bathroom! You don't rush me to find your parents! "The old horse threatened.

Yangyang, who can't lie, has no other movements except shaking his head.

"Hurry up and rush in!" The old horse pulled Yangyang's arm into the bathroom, and then grabbed Yangyang's hand with his own hand and put it on the button to flush the toilet and said, "Press!" ”

"Not mine!" Yang Yang twisted his arm, refusing to admit it.

"It's not that you're a ghost!" The old horse's hand pressed Yangyang's hand hard, and Yangyang's hand pressed the flush switch, and the toilet began to flush automatically.

After flushing the toilet, Lao Ma suddenly doubted: "You...... Did you wipe your ass? ”

"I'm rubbing!" Yang Yang shouted hysterically.

"You didn't flush the toilet...... Did you forget to wipe Pu's butt too? The old horse looked disgusted.

Yang Yang felt an insult, and she bent down and shouted in an attempt to prove her innocence: "I wiped my ass!" After speaking, he turned around and left angrily, walked out of the bathroom and said to Lao Ma: "I don't like you anymore!" ”

The old horse finished using the toilet and came out with a frown. He wasn't sure if Yangyang had wiped his buttocks, he glanced at the chair where Yangyang was sitting when he was eating, and he was embarrassed to smell it, so he had to call Gui Ying and let her deal with it.

Gui Ying had taught many times, and she knew that Yangyang would do it. But now that she was asked like this, the woman with hard ears also hesitated, and finally had to run to the room and lay down her rippling pants to check - sure enough, she wiped her buttocks. Yangyang felt that he was not trusted, and his little heart was hurt, so he intensified his anger on the old horse, and the villain shouted at the old horse as soon as he came out of the house: "I wiped my ass!" You don't believe ask my mom? The old horse was too lazy to pay attention, and Yangyang became even more angry, stomping and jumping around like a cannon that lit a spark, pointing and shouting.

One morning with such a character, unable to speak, the old horse walked to the recliner by the balcony to hide quietly.

Unexpectedly, Yang Yang followed behind him and kept shouting: "I didn't pull that poop!" Not mine! You are talking nonsense! I'm going to ...... my mother," the little man stretched out his arm and poked his index finger at the old horse along the way. The old man wanted to get angry, but he was afraid that it would be more annoying to cause a cry, so he asked impatiently: "Did you pull the toilet poop?" ”

Yangyang bit her lip, shook her head first, and then shouted: "It's not me! Not me! I've said it all - it's not me! The child was so excited that he clapped his thighs with both hands.

"You didn't pull it - what are you wiping your ass for?" The old horse pointed at Yangyang and asked solemnly.

Seeing that her mess was ruthlessly exposed, she slowly shrugged her shoulders, stared at her small eyes, and then puffed out her cheeks and gasped, waving her fists up and down on her shoulders - like a monkey about to go crazy. A few seconds later, the poor child's neck stretched out, and finally held back a sentence: "I will never play with you again!" Hum! After saying that, he spat at the old man's heels, and then went back to the house with his hands on his chest and a palm-sized body, and when he approached the door, he did not forget to turn around and throw a hateful eye at the old horse.

"Hahaha......" the old horse laughed, spitting out of laughter.

After laughing, the old man looked at the mouthful of saliva the size of a fingernail on the ground, and the troubles dissipated instantly, and a light joy permeated his heart. With such a strange gadget sticking to my side all day long, I am afraid that it will not be possible to be lonely for the rest of my life. The old horse fanned the fan and said to himself: "Jiang Taigong met King Wen at eighty - hand over the old luck!" There was another chuckle.