Yang Moumou knelt on the bench, his cheeks biting tightly. She can't cry, no matter how painful she is, she can't cry.

Mom sat across from her and sneered, "Pretty stubborn? Why don't you cry? Mom winked at Daddy, who was standing next to her.

The stick in Dad's hand fell on Yang's buttocks.

Yang Moumou clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

"You really don't cry? You didn't cry even after being beaten? "Mom speaks in a weird tone.

The last time he was beaten, Yang Moumou cried profusely, begging for mercy while crying, and promised again and again that he would not dare next time. I didn't dare to do anything, and she didn't know. She didn't even know what she was doing wrong. She only knew that when she was hit, she had to admit her mistake and howl and cry, otherwise she would be beaten badly.

How could she have expected that she would suffer more as a result?

Mom said that no child's child would say a word when he was beaten, and he wouldn't even shed a single tear. Look at you, howling worse than a pig! Still crying? Hit again!

This time, Yang Moumou learned smartly, from the moment her mother asked her to kneel on the bench, she set a goal for herself in her heart: resolutely not to cry, and strive to get off the bench as soon as possible.

How do you know that you are kneeling down now, and you have been beaten so much, and you are still staggering and kneeling! She took a deep breath and told herself she couldn't cry.

Mom got up from the bench and snatched the stick from Dad's hand, "Don't cry? It definitely didn't hurt. Do you cry or not? She hit Yang a few times in a row.

Yang Moumou cried out loud. How can we get less beaten?

Mom threw the stick to the ground, "Come down." Don't make a mistake next time. ”

Yang Moumou held on to the bench, and his legs couldn't stop shaking.

Sister Fan came out of the corner and helped her sister.

Yang Moumou shook off the hand of the Fan Sister cub, she was weak, "fake ......" When she was beaten just now, the Fan Sister cub curled up in the corner the whole time, not moving, and didn't know how to ask for a favor for her. This ungrateful sail cub! I don't want to think about who stepped forward to protect the money theft turmoil!

"In the future, if you are beaten, I will not help you." Yang Moumou put down the cruel words.

Fan Girl lowered her head and did not speak.

Beatings are too common for them, like three meals a day, but there is no fixed time. They are often beaten for inexplicable reasons.

For example, one morning at dinner, Yang Moumou said that she dreamed of rain last night, and she asked her mother what the dream meant.

Mom glanced at the rice in her bowl and gave her two minutes to finish it.

How can you finish such a hot bowl? She couldn't help but talk back.

Mom snorted in her nostrils, she didn't eat seriously in the morning, and she talked a lot.

And just like that, she was beaten.

After the beating, my mother also said, if you want to blame, blame yourself for having that dream - you dreamed of rain, and you wanted to cry.

The list goes on and on. Mom wants to beat them, never worry about the reason. Therefore, Yang Moumou is sure that it won't be long before Fan Mei Cub will repeat her story today.

A few days later, early on the weekend morning, Sail Girl got up before dawn, and Baba looked out the window.

Yang Moumou also woke up early that day, she lay on the bed and asked in a low voice, "Why did you get up so early?" ”

Sister Fan still looked at the window, "Sister, doesn't this window look like the window of grandma's house?" ”

The faint morning light filtered through the window and shone on the little face of the sail cub. She put her hands on her cheeks, looking pitiful.

"You want to go to grandma's?" Yang asked.

"Hmm." My sister nodded.

When my sister was a few months old, she was put at her grandmother's house by her mother. My grandmother gave birth to five children, all of whom were raised by breastfeeding. When the mother gave the few months old Fan Mei cub to her grandmother and put a box of milk powder bottles, the grandmother, who has always been proud of taking care of her children, was a little difficult. Milk powder, how to get it?

Grandma thought left and right and threw this problem to her grandfather. My grandfather was growing crops and making milk powder, which was an astronomical problem.

The month-old Fan girl cried round after round with her mouth flattened, and her grandfather finally hunched his back and stuffed the pacifier into her mouth.

Wow! The sail girl cried even more sadly.

Grandma snatched the bottle and almost took off her hand, it's so hot, it's strange that the baby doesn't cry!

Grandpa hurriedly ran out with the bottle in his hand, and soon, he rushed in again. The fan girl sucked two sips with her mouth flat, and drained a bottle of coo-dong-dong. Grandpa breathed a sigh of relief.

It didn't take long for the fan girl cub to clench her fists, and her little face turned red.

"It's going to poop!"

The grandparents were in a hurry and quickly reached out to take off their little granddaughter's pants.

They moved a little slower. The house was filled with a strong, fresh smell of poop. It's a thin poop.

Grandma quickly cleaned her little granddaughter's buttocks, pointed and poked her grandfather's nose, and scolded her. "It's all your fault! It must be the milk powder shower! ”

Grandpa lowered his head slightly and remained silent.

The sail girl cub grinned with her bare ass.

In this way, the two old men pulled the sail girl cub from a little baby into a little girl of several years. At this time, her mother's work was a little more stable, and she decided to go to her grandmother's house to take Fan Mei Cub to her.

My mother bought a few big bags of things and happily came to my grandmother's house.

The two old men were digging sweet potatoes in the land, and the fan sister cub was behind her grandparents with one foot deep and one foot shallow, rubbing the mud into a lump, "Tangyuan, Tangyuan!" She looked up.

"Good granddaughter wants to eat rice balls? Later, ask my grandfather to grind some glutinous rice flour with a grinding disc, and grandma will make it for you in the evening! Grandma touched her little granddaughter's face with the clean back of her hand.

Grandpa's hoe swung even harder, "Grandpa will dig you the biggest sweet potato, and the package will be sweet and crispy!" ”

"Dad! Mother! Mom walked over.

"You're back!" The two old men smiled and walked over briskly with the sail girl. The grandmother happily bowed her head to the little granddaughter and said, "Call Mommy." ”

Sister Fan reached out and hugged her grandmother's neck, her mouth biting tightly.

When my mother briefly explained her intentions, my grandparents' smiles froze on their faces. Everyone was silent. After a long time, my grandmother said, "Fan'er is still black, what should I call you when I come to you?" You can't just call Mom and Dad, right? ”

Mom said, "Just call aunt and auntie." ”

There was a long silence again.

Grandma touched her little granddaughter's head and said to her mother, "Let Fan'er stay for a few more days." ”

Mom had tears in her eyes and answered in a hoarse voice.

On the day when the mother took the sail cub away, the grandparents hid in the bamboo forest behind the house. Fan Mei was crying in her mother's arms, her grandmother was wiping her tears in the bamboo forest, and her grandfather was squatting on the ground, and she was smoking one bag after another.

Yang Moumou heard these things from his mother and grandmother. She knew that her sister liked her grandparents the most, because her sister was brought up by her grandparents. Although Yang Moumou has been with her parents since she was a child, she also likes her grandparents very much and wants to go to her grandmother's house to play.

"If you want to go to your grandmother's house, just tell your aunt and aunt," Yang said, "they like you and will definitely agree." ”

"Really?" The sail girl turned her head, her round eyes sparkling.

Mom and Dad got up.