Mrs. Ma lifted the curtains of the car and kept turning her head to look.

Looking at the way I came, I thought: This road used to be walked, but it will not be in the future.

Looking at the small narrow road leading to Dajing Village, I thought: I used to say that going home is going back to this village, no matter how far I go, how broken my home is, and I have to go home after dark, but I don't know where my home is in the future.

Looking at the land where the corn was broken just now, in the past, let alone leaving thirteen acres of land, even if anyone took advantage of a share of the land, she dared to play with others, but in the future, it was gone, no house and no land.

Father, mother, old man, she has no choice but to do so.

It's all for the sake of children and grandchildren, what do you live without children and grandchildren? That's hopeless, so I'll throw this at you first.

The more she thought about it, the more sad she became, the old lady covered her eyes, tears fell down her fingers, and after a while, her front placket was wet, her shoulders trembled, and because she suppressed her crying, she made a sound like a hiccup from her chest.

Qian Mishou leaned forward, glanced at Mrs. Ma, and made sure that people were covering their eyes and couldn't see his small movements, so he patted his sister sitting opposite with his little hand.

Song Fuling raised her eyes.

Qian Mishou raised his chin in the direction of the old lady and motioned to his sister: Look, your grandmother is crying.

Song Fuling sighed in her heart, not only did she not look at her milk, but twisted her body, turned her face slightly, and rushed to the direction of the car door.

She thought, let the milk cry, so she pretended not to see or hear.

Because when people are the saddest, the most they want others to give comfort is not to bother, and she is.

In this way, grandma can cry well without burden, crying happily, whether she wants to open it or not, she can also look forward.

Song Fuling quietly rubbed her left arm with her right hand, and then rubbed her right arm with her left hand, and finally put her two hands together, and put her ten fingers together.

Why are your hands shaking? Breaking buds is tired.

In the midst of suffering, she pondered in her heart:

Just the crazy rush just now, if she can have the same energy as she did in the modern era, really, then there will be no sei.

For example, participating in the show on TV, and then limiting the time to go to the supermarket to grab something, how much you grab is your own kind, anyway, it's similar to that kind of show, she took out the momentum just now and gave it to it.

If you can let this big family in ancient times, the original team of people who just broke the bud rice, participate, the shelves can be dismantled and emptied.

Thinking of this, I grinned.

And this mouth is really not the right time.

Mrs. Ma happened to be crying for a while, and when she put down her hand, she saw her little granddaughter laughing, which made her angry.

"I'm crying, are you laughing?"

"Huh?" Song Fuling was startled and turned her head to look at her milk.

"Well, you kid is stupid, your heart is about to catch up with the scales. What are you laughing at, what is there to make you laugh now? You're happy, aren't you? ”

"No, I didn't laugh."

"You're blind to me!"

"It's dark and blind, how can you see it so clearly, maybe it's wrong."

"I can see it!"

"Okay, I was wrong."

Too suddenly came this misidentification:

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, milk, can you not? You're too entangled, I'm just really laughing, not laughing at you, then what do you want me to say," After a pause, Song Fuling added: "It's wrong, I said it." ”

"What's the use of saying wrong, you're just laughing at me and crying!"

"Milk, it's not interesting for you to talk like that, it's inconsistent. What's so funny about you crying about me, I may be laughing thinking about something else. Besides, there is a word that is still called happiness in suffering, laughing does not necessarily mean that you are really happy, it may be that you can't say it because of your suffering. ”

Ma Shi glared, what does this set mean: "How can there be joy in that suffering, who are you bluffing?" ”

Song Fuling was completely silent.

She planned it, thinking that she would let the milk scold a few words and pass, just wait for the evil fire to come out, so as not to affect the hurry.

Besides, if a normal person doesn't laugh and talk about things, this can only prove that grandma wants to use the topic to play.

And she, not giving a chance.

Mrs. Ma squinted her eyes and found that the little granddaughter in front of her was different from the original.

Although the little granddaughter used to be squeamish, she was honest, and she was amiable, and she knew that it was a diaper washed by milk when she was a child, and she had never served a few grandchildren with handles.

Look at this now, I can't wait to be eight feet away from her, she doesn't coax her when she cries like that, she doesn't wait to scold her after saying a few words, her little neck is raised, and the third daughter-in-law comes back to behave the same way, just like becoming a person, a body of meat can suffocate a cow.

The old bull head who drove this mule cart felt that his back was stiff, why was there no movement in the car? It's better to argue and scold a few words.

In fact, the old lady is not happy, and there is no one else in front of her, so why not find the little lady's fault.

Qian Mishou looked at Song Fuling with blank eyes, but there was a capitalized "suit" in his heart, his sister's expression, as if it was not her who was struggling just now, looked normal, and her mentality was good.

Ma suddenly moved, rummaging back and forth, left and right, and turned out the basin that Song Fuling and their family had just set off.

Then he shook the clothes on his body, and kicked the basin in front of Song Poria with his toes.

Song Fuling looked down: Where did the corn come from, why did you bring it to this car. Her grandmother was born in magic, and she can hide so many of them.

"Peel the skin, take two and rub them after peeling, and knead them all into grains."

Song Fuling turned her head to look at her milk, and before she could ask, is it such a procedure? No, don't you need to sunbathe? Are you sure you're not punishing me for laughing?

As if he had guessed, Ma rolled his eyes and said with a fierce expression: "What's the situation, where to sun, there are strings of trailers for people to rob." Rub it into granules and put it in a bag first, and then open it at noon tomorrow. ”

"Oh." Song Fuling stretched out two trembling little hands, and honestly lowered her head and rubbed the buds.

Qian Mishou: He thought his sister could continue to talk back, alas.

As soon as he quietly raised his eyes, Mrs. Ma stared at him.

Qian Mishou's eyes flashed a few times, and while looking at the old lady, he instinctively tightened the small burden on his body, and felt a little uneasy when he tightened it, so he put on the zombie mask that his sister gave him.

Mrs. Ma: "......"