Xia Xiaoyu changed her clothes, and Mother Li's eyes were bright: "Good-looking, good-looking, come and look in the mirror." ”

As he spoke, he pulled her to look in the mirror.

Honestly, she hasn't looked in the mirror since she came here.

There was a mirror in Westinghouse before, but Xia Xueming's loser was smashed, she was poor, and naturally she couldn't afford to buy a new one.

Now I have to look in the mirror, and I don't know if the person reflected in it is handsome or ugly.

Although in the memory of the original owner, she was also a village flower, but for the "village flower", after all, sometimes there are many misunderstandings.

Xia Xiaoyu was a little apprehensive.

And the mirror of the Li family is not an ordinary half-length mirror, but a large full-length mirror.

Hanging vertically on the wall, polished so shiny that the hair is clearly visible.

As Mother Li pushed her over, Xia Xiaoyu saw the appearance of her original owner for the first time.

I was not amazed, nor was I cried ugly.

Rather, I think it's a pity.

Counting her age, she is only in her early thirties, and it is said that her thirties are the time when women are in their prime, like apples fading and cheese ripe, but what about Xia Xiaoyu in the mirror?

Not even a fifty-year-old aunt!

Yes, fifty-year-old aunts call themselves middle-aged girls, but she, she's just a shriveled village woman.

Thin, very thin, so thin that there is no brilliance, so thin that it is out of shape.

Almond-shaped eyes, a straight little nose, and a slender little face are delicate facial features, but every cell is full of suffering, and there is a withered face.

And her figure is obviously very tall, but her back is hunched, her chest is hunched, and her temperament and charm are gone.

If there's still a trace of charm left, maybe it's only those eyes.

There was hope in those eyes.

Tenderness emerges.

There are also stories and desires to be told.

Such hope, tenderness, stories and desires all suddenly appeared in Xia Xiaoyu, who came back from the dead.

"Yo, who's this?" Suddenly a man walked in outside the door.

The head was a little crooked, and the eyes that looked at Xia Xiaoyu were a little sharp, which made Xia Xiaoyu feel a little oppressed and uneasy.

"Oh, it's Changji's daughter-in-law, I didn't see it." That's humane.

Mother Li smiled: "If you leave, call her Xiaoyu, or call her Niuniu and her mother." He said to Xia Xiaoyu again, "Fang Nan Tiefeng's mother, just call your aunt." ”

Xia Xiaoyu seemed to have such a person in his impression, but he couldn't remember clearly, so he shouted with Mother Li's introduction: "Auntie." ”

"Tut-tut-tut." The man didn't respond, just shook his head and sat on the kang, and said compassionately, "Hey, women just live more and more worthless." If you run into the unproductive one, you will be kicked if you let the family kick it. If you don't have children, you can find another one, but if you have children, it's hard to find, let alone with three children, I guess you won't be able to find a home......"

"If you can find it, you can't find it, you don't need to care about it." Xia Xiaoyu said, "Besides, even if others want to marry, I don't necessarily want to marry." By the way, I also proposed to divorce Zhang Changji, I kicked him, not him. ”

This Tiekun's mother looks like she sympathizes with women, but from her mouth, Xia Xiaoyu only hears discrimination and prejudice.

Tie Kunniang squinted her eyes playfully and looked at Xia Xiaoyu, that look was like a neurosis.

Mother Li hurriedly pulled Tie Kunniang's arm and said, "Sister-in-law, don't take what this child says to heart." If you meet the right one, you have to pay attention to this child. ”