In fact, later, to be honest, Zhao Xun began to slowly adapt to this kind of life.

This kind of life around the stove every day, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea every day, serving an old man.

used to serve the unsuccessful father, but now he is serving this "husband" who is older than the father.

She can't imagine what kind of life other girls of the same age live, maybe they have husbands who love her, maybe they have a lovely child, maybe they also live a happy life!

She sometimes thinks about it, she can get by, and she graduated from college anyway, how did she fall to such a point now, is it really for her younger brother and father? Is this considered filial piety? Or is it her own weakness?

She didn't know.

One day, two days, a week, a month, two months, seeing that the old Deng Touer is getting older and older, there is no strength to toss in bed, and Zhao Xun's stomach is still as flat as ever.

Unbeknownst to her, the crisis seemed to be looming step by step.

One day, Zhao Xun was cooking in the kitchen, and suddenly a drunken old Deng Touer broke into the door.

It was a scolding that was all over the world, she didn't know that the old man could do something more ruthless than this!

There is no pity for the fragrance and cherishing the jade, and some are just spicy hands to destroy the flowers.

scolded his father and shouted at his mother, and there were all kinds of ugly words, and a needle pierced Zhao Xun's heart.

Old Deng Tou'er suddenly fell down with a snap, put the white noodle bowl on the board, and roared:

"Lao Tzu married you into the family, you are like a hen that can't lay eggs, you can't even lay an egg, what is the effect of Lao Tzu asking you to have a special one! Wipe! ”

Old Deng's face was full of anger, it was a kind of anger that Zhao Xun had never seen before.

During the period of time when Zhao Xun got married, in fact, the old man was very good to her, and the old man went to the grocery store to watch the stall during the day, leaving her alone at home to clean up, wash clothes, cook or something, every day when he went home, the old man would always stop by the vegetable market to buy back the vegetables for cooking, and sometimes he would buy some apples and oranges.

In this way, she has fewer opportunities to show up, but it also saves some others from chewing their tongues behind their backs, saying this and that.

Old Deng Tou was actually afraid that he had wronged this little daughter-in-law, but now, the child can't be born, and he can eat and drink, can the old man not be angry, after all, this old man has reached the age of half of the earth.

It's too late, it's fast, and the old Deng Tou'er picked up the broom on the ground without saying a word and smashed it towards Zhao Xun overwhelmingly, and all of a sudden, his already red face was even more red to the root of his ears, and the deep wrinkles flashed with an irrepressible anger, galloping and shining.

He is like a fierce male lion, distorting the already ugly and strange face into even more perverted.

I can't tell you how many times I hit it, but I remember that the broom had to be replaced the next day, the broom target was broken, and the hair fell off the bald donkey.

Zhao Xun didn't dodge for a moment, let him beat and scold, for a moment, she actually had a feeling that she owed him, and she thought that if she could end her life like this, it would not be a good thing.

Old Deng was tired.

In this way, Zhao Xun curled up on the sofa all night, looking at the marks he had been beaten by the broom, blue and purple, and the pain was so itchy in the root of his teeth.

It was a hard night.

This night, she didn't fall asleep, she wanted to cry, but she couldn't cry, and she was afraid that the cry would disturb the sleeping old man.

She wanted to go back to her parents' house, but she didn't dare to go back, but even if she ran back to her parents' house, what was the use? A father who doesn't love her, can you still expect him to go to that old Deng Touer and talk about it?

She could only swallow her anger, and she could only bear all the pain silently alone.