The baby girl had fallen asleep after eating and drinking, and when she fell asleep, she suddenly crooked her mouth and smiled.

Like a weak person reminding adults at all times, her well-behaved, mysterious and cute, and her future is indispensable, it seems to hint more at her future, maybe there will be a generation of empress Wu Zetian's ability and creation. She tried to tempt the illusionary adults to stay and support herself, willing to gamble for her temporary weakness.

It seems to remind people not to think about what crooked ideas the weak can easily play.

Mengyao, who usually likes to talk and laugh, suddenly had a large ethereal in his mind, and his eyes began to be dull.

After all, she was only 19 years old and became a wife and mother for the first time, but she still can't understand life after all. In fact, perhaps her life has just begun, the prologue has only opened a little, and the future is the difficulty that she cannot challenge.

Smell the smell of fireworks in the air...... She closed her eyes and fell asleep peacefully, and was suddenly awakened by the sound of the child's crying.

Next to the pillow, there is a bowl of batter porridge, in which a garda brown sugar is placed, and next to the brown sugar, there is also a small mouthful of rolled sesame seeds. She supported the kang with both hands, slowly pulled out her weak and slender body, folded and sat up, and ate the special meals that only confinement people can eat one bite at a time.

But for some reason, she really wanted to eat pickles.

"I want to eat pickles."

"You can't eat it salty in confinement. I don't even know this, you stinky and ignorant. "Erxi is extremely impatient, and he is holding a gun with a stick.

"Why?" Dream asked weakly.

"I think you're just itchy and suffocated! You stinky old girl, you know a fart? How do you know the local customs of our Greater Tianjin? ”

Mengyao couldn't distinguish it at all, this is what her husband said, she thought she was having a nightmare, how could the dialogue before and after not match the number at all overnight?

The same person, at different times, is shy and gentle, but he can say amazing things, and his acting skills are comparable to professionalism.

It's, simply.

It turns out that the wicked are not only mothers-in-law.

It was easy to stay up until the evening, and another bowl of porridge was placed at the eaves of the kang, still a garda of brown sugar and a small mouthful of crushed sesame seeds, and Meng Yao licked his sweet throat.

She didn't want to eat it.

But when he saw the sleeping baby girl struggling for her life, she picked up the bowl again. I suddenly remembered that my mother often said that people who are in confinement must eat boiled eggs to replenish their vitality.

Although I know that I am wrong.

But I had to be timid and bold enough to say, "I want to eat eggs." ”

"Nope!" The second joy is clean and neat.

"Didn't my mother raise several chickens?"

"Look at your poor virtue, are you qualified to eat? Excuse me, do you have that golden mouth? Not even an eye is gilded, let alone that poor-looking stinky mouth......"

The second happy voice has not fallen.

Suddenly, the old woman lifted the curtain and rushed in, holding a handful of burning herbs and trees in her hand, steaming smoke.

"You're a broom star, and you still have the face to eat boiled eggs? Do you deserve it? Why do you eat? In the past, it was because it was so good for you to eat, so the stomach was so unlucky, the eyes were white, and the stomach was even more annoying. ”

Erxi saw that the old mother cleaned her up, so she walked out of the house and came to the yard, looking at the old hens in the corner in a daze, and let the house quarrel. Not only was he indifferent to this, but he let out a bad breath, and his heart was extremely happy.

"My mother said it had to be eaten." Mengyao whispered.

"Your mother, your mother, I said you are still finished? It's really suffocating, this is on my one-third of an acre of land, and you still mention your hometown? It's really stinky.

If you really have the ability, go to eat and drink from your mother's house, and go back to your mother's house. Don't think I don't know that you lack virtue and mother's family, that crooked heart and stinky cat. Marrying my son is to exchange you for money, your vicious and eccentric mother, take the money from selling her daughter, and then give your brother a daughter-in-law.

As far as your mother's two hits, who don't you know?

Ouch me.

If you dare to be in my nest, even if you are thrown back to your hometown one day, your mother will not want you, and your brother and daughter-in-law will beat you out. So you have to recognize the situation and be a little self-aware, you have now given birth to children and married people, and you are authentic second-hand cheap junk goods.

Cut, the whole Tianjin, you take 2 catties of cotton to spin everywhere, which good person will want you to be a broom star, a stinky? ”

Meng Yao listened to these spurt words.

Looking at her dark and shriveled lips, although she didn't see a few teeth, just by relying on the sockets, she could speak ill words clearly and without leaking.

And the fragrance of the grass and trees next to her, emitting wisps of smoke, looking at her appearance, like a demon possessed by ghosts and gods, cursing herself endlessly.

She suddenly froze.

The remaining half bowl of noodle porridge turned around and threw it on the eaves of the kang. Suddenly he covered his cheeks, and wailed dryly in pain, his voice desperate and helpless. Thousands of words are soft, and she has only one thought: I really want to go back to my parents' home.

"I'll make you cry!"

The old woman was puzzled, so she was angry and took the grass wood incense, pulled open the clothes that had just been fed and was still half open on her chest, and held up a handful of grass and wood incense that was sparkling, and hit her chest, which was a sharp poke.

Immediately, there was a scream.

"I'll make you a blessing, you broom star!" The old woman poked violently and cursed.

The broken incense was not extinguished, but rolled down to the armpit and was stuck in the armpit along the gap between the clothes, and the smell of burnt paste overflowed in an instant.

Another cry of despair.

"I'm going to engrave it for you, so that you'll always remember that you're a bitch. So that you will always have self-knowledge. ”

Thereupon.

The old woman continued to poke and point.

The words are crooked, probably: see people (sluts), sweep broom (broom stars).

No matter how complicated it is, she can't write it.

At this moment, the baby girl somehow stopped sleeping, and actually cried "ahhhh trembling with a small chin that uncontrollable, miserable white face with a wrinkled face of the little baked cake, extremely desperate, looking completely out of breath and unable to live a terrifying appearance of chaos and lack of morality.

The old woman saw that the broom star was in a mess, and the child was crying desperately, so she turned her head and went out.

Erxi also got up.

Back to his mother's house, he continued to smoke a dry cigarette.

A few chickens in the corner are bathing again.

An old hen asked, "Isn't it peaceful today?" ”

"Giggles, look at the flowers on the fence, what is that?"

"Giggles, I don't know."

"Listen to the past two days, there is always crying in the house."

"Could it be that the empress laid eggs?"

"One more person's cry, soft."

"Could it be that you really laid eggs? Our eggs are wrapped in skin, and people just give birth to a villain? ”

"Why are they not happy to have villains? When the man and the old woman came to the courtyard, they all wept and looked sad. But let's lay eggs, obviously they are all very happy. ”

"Maybe it's the same as the eggs we make, we all giggle, and the human being, just wow wow crying. Isn't crying, which means happy? ”

"Makes sense, but it's not like it."

In the dark of night, Erxi came to Westinghouse.

I was afraid that the noise of children and adults would affect my sleep, so I simply moved the quilt roll directly into the east room, and in my mother's house, I could basically sleep without being disturbed.

All night, Mengyao didn't turn off the lights.

The annoying baby girl, every hour or so, cries "ahhhh

Mengyao could only sleep for a short time without turning off the lights.

From time to time, she was disturbed by the child, and sometimes she didn't open her eyes and opened her clothes and sent the milk directly. And inadvertently, the sleeping child also slept with milk in his mouth.

A clever.

When the child wakes up, he starts chewing again.

She never seems to look at the time of day, wakes up whenever she wants, and is very free and willful to torture people.

However, since breastfeeding, Mengyao's chest is not painful and unbearable, and her whole body is no longer uncomfortable. It seems that she and this child, one by one, ask for one supply, one is indispensable, and it seems that only when each other's needs are stable can a consummation be achieved.

But after more than 1 hour, the child will wake up, arch once to eat, she also has to wake up once, occasionally touch the skin of the burn, and it will instantly transmit the tearing hot pain of the heart.

She woke up, also groggy and groggy, and had to crawl up awake and close to the crying baby who couldn't move.

She was awake, dreaming, asleep, stupid, like a walking corpse, and she didn't know where she had abandoned her happy, innocent and warm self in the past overnight.

What starry sky, what snow, everything is so unrealistic void...... Nothing can stop me now, and I feel a faint pain all over my body.

What a hard night it must have been.

Even if the chest is not swollen and painful, the burned patches of epidermis, and the hot and persistent pain under the armpit, I don't know how long it will take. The pain points are dotted, and along the traces of pain, you can see vaguely crooked swear words.

Seeing this word, tears flowed from the corners of Mengyao's eyes.

Suddenly, a pair of milk swallows swept by in front of the window, fluttering their immature wings, embellished with heart-wrenching mornings.

There was movement in the outhouse again, and after ten minutes, I smelled the smell of burning firewood again. She had just slept for a few minutes, and suddenly woke up again. opened his eyes, which were sleepy in blue eye sockets, and reminded him again and again that he was not at his mother's house, and he was no longer a pure daughter. Overnight, accidentally, I had so many more roles. It seems that invisibly, he has put unwarranted shackles and guilt on himself.

Think about the current mother-in-law's ignorance of her, ignoring and abusing her, Erxi's cold words to her, and not even sleeping with her in the same room, and the child has not been named yet.

Think about yourself, from the beginning of knowing Erxi to the present, the change in the attitude of the family, I feel as uncomfortable as being instantly beaten into the cold palace of hell.

At this moment, she suddenly felt that being alive was a very boring thing, even a disaster.

She wanted to complain.

But I don't know where to start complaining, and I don't know who to complain about, so I can't figure out the slightest clue. Thinking of her mother's family, thinking of the embarrassment of her two younger brothers, especially the eldest brother, thinking of her mother who was oppressed by the village cadres, and thinking of her ill-fated father lying on the kang, she shed tears again.

At this time, the headache was full of splitting sensation, she raised her jade hand and hammered the top of her head, but it had no effect at all, and smashed her temples again, only to get a trace of relief.

It can be followed by a string of cries.

Immediately, the hard-won moment of relief from the startled flight, she got up again, pushed the pillow, leaned over, and nursed the child who continued to cry with heavy dark circles under her eyes. The burns were scattered all over the place, and the pain was severe.

Separated for a full month.

The baby girl weighed more than ten pounds, and her face was no longer the dark red folds. The whole body began to become skinlike clotted fat, and the small arms and legs were as beautiful as white lotus roots.

When drinking porridge.

Mengyao suddenly asked in a low voice, "What's the child's name?" ”

"Hey."

Erxi not only did not say his name, but sighed.