Therefore, the yellow cripple did not move, but he began to be afraid when he moved. He finally stopped in shock, and then pointed at Xiao Yuanjun tremblingly. In order to give himself courage, he roared with all his strength to feed.

"Who are you? Pig's nose is inserted in the green onion, what kind of elephant is pretended! If you want to kill Lao Tzu, make a good time! ”

But Xiao Zhijun neither gave him a happy time, nor did he make him unhappy.

She still didn't move, but the yellow cripple felt that the eyes behind her hair were getting darker and deeper, as deep as an endless abyss, and this abyss seemed to have a great attraction, as if it was pulling his whole body inward.

The yellow cripple felt a buzzing in his ears, the sound was monotonous and harsh, and he covered his ears vigorously, feeling that his head was going to explode.

He wanted to run, but his legs didn't obey him, and he found that not only was he about to be dragged into the abyss, but everything around him was darkened, and even the lights in the house were flickering and squeaking, like the screams of despair.

Then the lights went out suddenly, and the surroundings were dim, pitch black, as if the entire Niangniang Temple had fallen into the abyss.

Huang Cripple found that the noise in his ears had disappeared, and when he opened his eyes, Xiao Yuanjun had disappeared without a trace. He groped into the darkness, trying to get out of this place no matter what.

At this moment, he vaguely saw a bright gap not far in front of him.

The yellow cripple walked over to the light, and he found that it was a somewhat rudimentary wooden door. He hesitated, but reached out and gently pushed the door open.

The light in the room came like a tide, and the yellow cripple subconsciously raised his hand to cover his eyes.

"Is there any living creature in there?" No matter when and where, the problem with his mouth is always the same.

The light gradually dimmed, and the yellow cripple realized that the place where he was a small wooden house.

There are only two wooden houses, and the shed has a low roof and small windows, which makes it look particularly cramped.

Huang Cripple walked around the house and found that this family was narrower, more broken, dirtier, messier, and poorer than his home in Evil Pass Town.

In the middle of the outhouse was a hanging pot, and there were cold ashes underneath. The tattered wooden pot lid was lying crookedly, and the yellow cripple couldn't help but lift it to take a look, only to see that there was half a pot of cold broth inside.

The rotten meat emitted a foul smell, and the yellow cripple quickly pinched his nose and closed the lid with a bang.

"What a sloppy man this is! Disgusting than dung! ”

But the strange thing is that the smell of the stinking just now, as long as you put the lid of the pot, it will all be dissipated in an instant.

The yellow cripple looked at the lid of the pot a little puzzled, the lid was made of several wooden boards, and the workmanship was very rough, and there were still rough gaps in the middle of the boards.

"Fog grass! What kind of pot lid is this, wait a while and go! "It is the nature of the yellow lame man to follow things, he likes to be lazy and hard-working, and he often lives by shunning things from childhood to adulthood.

"Shun things, and it is not called stealing, but it is easy to hold things for use, can it be called stealing?" When he was caught, he always argued with strong arguments, which was better than the words in the classics.

But the family is so poor, except for the miraculous broken pot lid, there is really nothing worth going on.

Huang Cripple first went to the inner room for a turn, and most people like to put their valuables in it and put it beside themselves.

But there was not even a bed in the back room, and only a thick layer of hay was laid on the floor, and beside the hay was a smug sheepskin shoulder, and it seemed that the owner spent the night on the hay, and at night covered the sheepskin as a cover.

"If you're poor like this, it's better to die!" Huang Cripple scolded in extreme disappointment.

There is also a crooked and broken wooden table in the back room, which at first glance is nailed by people who have no skills.

This family is really, it's not unreasonable to be poor, it's just stupid.

It was then that the cripple realized something even stranger.

There were two oil lamps on the wooden table, one of which had run out of oil, and the other was not much better. The oil in it seemed to be about to burn out, and the twist of the lamp was only a little bean-like light, swaying in a cower.

The lights were dim, but the room didn't look so dim. What's even stranger is that the outhouse has no lights at all, but it appears brighter than the inner room.

In this way, the light source in the house has little to do with the oil lamp.

- Since it's okay, why are you lighting it?!

A thought suddenly flashed in the yellow cripple's mind, turn on the lamp, and it costs oil, blow it out!

But just as he approached the oil lamp with his mouth puffed out, he suddenly changed his mind again.

- It's not a waste of my family's oil, what do I have to worry about for others!

However, there is indeed only a shallow layer of oil in this lamp, so shallow that the twist of the lamp soaked in it is about to be exposed, and it seems that it will be quietly extinguished in less than half an hour.

Looking at this weak light, Huang Cripple's mood suddenly became complicated, and he remembered his eldest mother.

He is 50 years old, and when he was a child, there were frequent power outages in the villages and towns, and he didn't even have enough to eat. Because of his physical disability, his parents don't like him very much, and the only person who is old-fashioned and warm-hearted and takes more care of him is the eldest mother who lives in the yard next to him.

Every time the yellow cripple came back from running from outside, and his stomach was growling with hunger, the eldest lady always beckoned to him and stuffed him with half a miscellaneous noodle nest with a smile. Once, his coat was torn by a branch, and he was too frightened to go home, and he was still wandering outside at night, when his aunt saw it and asked him what was the matter.

The gown was cut by a branch, and my mother would definitely kill me when I got home. He whined.

Silly boy, what are you afraid of, come on, my aunt will sew it for you, and no one can see it! The eldest lady smiled and beckoned to him.

Huang Cripple followed the eldest lady to her house, took off her blouse, and the eldest lady lit the oil lamp and took out the needle and thread to sew the needle. But the eye of the needle was too small, and her eyes were a little flowery, so she couldn't get it in after trying several times.

Auntie, I'm coming! Huang Cripple volunteered.

He took the needle and thread handed by the eldest lady and put it on at once.

See! Or our cripple clever! The eldest lady praised him.

Huang Cripple has grown up since he was a child, basically no one will praise him, everyone scolds him for being stupid and ugly, and even his father and mother have never said good things about him. So when he heard this, he almost shed tears - how nice it would be for him to have such a mother as his eldest mother.

That night, Huang Cripple returned home wearing the clothes sewn by the eldest mother. The parents are sitting in the hall wearing a grate, and the brothers and sisters are playing around the kang with a cow.

He went into the house and carefully clasped his arm, for fear that the secret of his clothes would be discovered.

But no one looked up at him, no one asked him where he had been so late, and no one asked him if he had eaten dinner.

They were busy, ignoring him, or—they didn't care about his presence or disappearance.