For Luo Yingchun, the word "brother" is only a written language. Luo Shiliang is an only child, and he has no brothers with the same father and mother, just like her, there are no brothers and sisters with the same father and mother, so he can't experience the sincerity of "brothers" from a deeper level.

"Grandpa, your own brother......" she asked cautiously; I mean, your half-brother is no longer alive. ”

Luo Chaoqian's gaze flashed back from the opposite mountain, and finally settled on the flock of chickens pecking in the yard dam; His eyes were as muddy as burned candle tears, no longer as clear as they used to be, and no longer had the fortitude he had on the battlefield.

"Well, yes, so, your grandfather and I have a hard life in this life."

"What about me? What about my life? To be bitter or not to be bitter? Luo Yingchun asked innocently, his eyes dodging back and forth between Luo Chaoqian's ravine-like forehead lines;

"Then it's up to you!" Luo Chaoqian said; "If you want it to be not bitter, it is not bitter, the road is out of its own, it is bitter or sweet, and you can grasp it well."

Luo Yingchun seemed to understand whether she understood or not, she pondered for a long time, and the ash of the unwashed pot between her chin was like a curved willow eyebrows, changing shape with her pursed lips.

"So, the guy in the photo is your brother?"

"Yes, this person, you have to call him 'Grandpa Liang'!" Luo Chaoqian said solemnly; "Next to him is his wife, the two next to him who are about the same age as your father are his son and daughter-in-law, and the next one is his grandson, who is a few years older than you!"

"Oh! Oh! I remembered! She scrutinized each face; This one in a wheelchair is Grandpa Liang, they are in the United States?! ”

"Yes! United States! Luo Chaoqian said.

She was young and had never seen the world of flowers outside the mountains, and her only contact with the outside world was the boxy black and white TV in the corner of the house, so she couldn't imagine what a so-called "foreign" would look like.

Qingyun Bay is like a frog in a dry well, isolated from the world, only seeing the round sky, not the face outside the well; The world is within reach, yet out of reach.

She has always believed that "foreign" is a whole country.

"It must be far, far away!" She looked at the uneven ground and said; "Grandpa, have you been there?"

Luo Chaoqian smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I've never been there!" It's a long way to get there, and you have to cross mountains and oceans to get there. ”

"Oh! I understand! ”

The tricky man will always find fault with the needle, which is like looking for a bone in a fresh, good egg. Yue Fengyi is such a person.

"Dead thing, one who eats rice! This porridge is full of rice soup, where did the rice go? Yue Fengyi's mouth always conjures up countless fresh swear words, which is like a magician's hat, which can change in a thousand ways.

Most of the farmers' breakfast consists of white porridge with kimchi, tofu or corn and potato paste, and the white porridge and corn paste are usually added with potatoes or sweet potatoes and sometimes vegetable leaves.

"I think she secretly hid the rice and sold it!" Yue Fengxian echoed loudly, and Meiyu secretly had a murderous intention.

Luo Yingchun didn't make a sound, just pulled the food into his mouth. After breakfast, she had to herd cattle, collect firewood, and collect some valuable herbs and fungi in the forest, which would probably take her all morning.

The Xue sisters teased Luo Yinghui, who was nestled in Luo Shiliang's arms, Luo Yinghui held a small spoon and pointed at Luo Yingchun's face.

"Eat!" Luo Chaoqian couldn't bear it; "I think this rice is very suitable, and there are not a lot of rice grains at all!"

Yue Fengxian rolled her eyes, like the eyes of a dead fish; "Dad, I think you're old and dizzy! Where did the rice go? Where did it go? ”

Seeing that Yue Fengyi was looking for an opportunity to stir up trouble again, Luo Yingchun planned to leave with a bowl, but she was still one step slower.

"The old lady asked you, where did Mi go?"

Yue Fengyi seemed to know how to read minds, she saw that Luo Yingchun would leave the table early, picked up the steaming bowl, and splashed it on Luo Yingchun's face! Fortunately, Luo Yingchun's eyes were quick, she got up to dodge, she looked at Yue Fengyi like a righteous person who was jealous and hateful, scolded thousands of times in her heart, and fantasized about inserting her black chopsticks into Yue Fengyi's bulging eyes.

Everyone stopped waving their chopsticks and chewing their mouths back and forth, some waiting for the show to begin, others worried about the escalation of the situation.

"It's a waste of food, it's a pity!"

Luo Shiliang was a miser, and he couldn't tolerate Yue Fengyi wasting food;

"Waste of fart! You don't interject, useless man! ”

But Yue Fengyi is like a huge wheel, flying sand and rocks everywhere he goes, not a single inch of grass grows, crushing all the people who compete with him, Luo Shiliang is no exception, his weak and obscene character has been crushed thousands of times by Yue Fengyi's huge wheel, where does he have the courage to talk back at this moment?

Luo Shiliang's face was gloomy, his head bowed and he was silent, like an eggplant ravaged by autumn frost, and he had no power to fight back. Luo Yinghui was frightened by Yue Fengyi's sharp scolding, and the cry went straight to the sky, smashing people's hearts like a cat's claw.

"Can you eat well? Don't look for trouble? Luo Chaoqian slapped the chopsticks on the table with all his might;

"Nothing to do? Rice was secretly hidden by you, the granddaughter of the dead thing! Yue Fengyi just wanted to find fault and bully Luo Yingchun, in her opinion, Luo Yingchun was a thorn in her side, and she had to get rid of it quickly, even if she couldn't get rid of it in time, it would be more insulting to relieve the hatred in her heart.

"I said you're getting more and more at wronging!" Luo Chaoqian can only be reasonable; "This porridge is not thin at all, you can go to the pot and fish it for a little thicker! Why bother my granddaughter? She gets up early in the morning to cook breakfast for you, and it turns out to be thankless! Besides, all the rice, flour, oil, salt and vinegar in this family are all spent by me, so don't have nothing to do! ”

Yue Fengyi was speechless for a while, Luo Chaoqian was telling the truth, and she couldn't find the words to refute it.

Luo Yinghui's crying has not stopped. "Don't cry! Look at it, your mother is an outsider, bullied by a family surnamed Luo, you must be angry for your mother and me when you grow up, and beat them to death! "Yue Fengyi snatched Luo Yinghui from Luo Shiliang's arms, and taught yin and yang weirdly;" Look at your damn sister, she doesn't treat you like a brother, she robs your things, she robs you things, what are you going to do? ”

"Hit her!" Luo Yinghui stopped crying and looked at Luo Yingchun with teary eyes;

"Huihui, then fight! Kombat ! ”

Xue Xiaoli made a gesture of throwing something, Luo Yinghui learned the movement and threw the spoon in his hand at Luo Yingchun;

The spoon fell at her feet, making a crisp sound, she looked down at the spoon, and then looked at Luo Yinghui with sharp eyes, hatred immediately surged to the top of her head like a tide, she never regarded him as a younger brother, he was as insignificant in her heart as a mayfly in the water, and like a dark cloud that shaded the sun, she couldn't do anything.

Yue Fengyi was very proud, and gently praised Luo Yinghui:

"Huihui, what a good son of my mother!"

For Luo Yinghui's family education, Luo Chaoqian is powerless.

"Yingchun, go out when you're full!"

He motioned for Luo Yingchun to leave, and Luo Yingchun understood, picked up his rice bowl, and fled from the hall as if flying.