Lin Xia threw off the towel on her head, turned her face and stared straight at Qiu Wenya, lowered her head and smiled dumbly, laughing, laughing and crying.

"I'm going back? Mom, if I lose to such a village girl and go back, is it still interesting for me to live? You tell me that I'm not even as good as a village girl, why am I still alive! ”

She frantically shook the towel in her hand, crying and shouting desperately. She is always like this, the slightest disappointment, she loses control of her emotions, crying and screaming, and self-harming at worst.

Whenever Qiu Wenya saw her like this, she always blamed herself for being worse off than dead.

When Lin Xia was five years old, she was at her grandmother's house and witnessed her mother being raped by a man, and Lin Zhengshan was still in the army at that time.

Since the day of the fight, she has been very emotional.

Later, Lin Zhengshan took them all to the military compound and found the best psychiatrist to treat her.

Lin Xia has also grown up with age, and her situation has gradually improved, but because she is obedient and spoiled by her family everywhere, her obedient temperament has already become more and more distorted.

"Okay, good, don't cry, Mom knows, Mom will find a way for you."

Qiu Wenya hugged the head of this precious girl tightly, her eyes overflowed with a touch of fierceness, she even walked over the ghost gate, there is nothing that she can't do.

Lin Xia left, and the family stopped for two days.

On the third day, Wang Yingmei was buried, and the scenery was particularly beautiful, with gongs and drums beating and suona blowing loudly.

Liu Zhenjiang walked in front with the portrait, and tears could not fall from his bearded face. Even if she is spurned by others, her mother is still a mother, and in order to pull him up, she has guarded her widow for most of her life.

has suffered for most of her life, and the only regret is that she didn't hold her grandson.

Zhang Xinting's car was driving towards the village, and he could only reverse the car because of the large number of dead people.

I don't know which one has the wrong intentions, he threw a string of firecrackers at his car, and suddenly it exploded, and he was so frightened that the steering wheel slid down, and the back of the car sank into the mud field.

He saw that half of the car was still parked on the side of the road, and he didn't bother to start it, holding on to the frame of his glasses, pushing the door and getting out of the car.

Unhurriedly, he smoked a cigarette and lit it, and probed it with both hands: "I'm sorry brother, the car can't come up when it skids, you have watched it." "After passing through the funeral procession, we went to the village.

Seeing this, Liu Zhenjiang was so anxious that his face was wrinkled, and he turned around and kicked his cousin: "Let you have a lot of trouble!" ”

It's good now, the car is blocking half of the road, the coffin can't pass, it has to cross the paddy field, and this has to lose a lot of money.

Originally, the custom in the village was that whenever there was a funeral, there was no need to invite, and each household consciously contributed. Just because Wang Yingmei sinned a lot of people during her lifetime, there were only three or five people who came voluntarily, and he bought good cigarettes and stuffed money later, so he could get enough of a dozen of them.

The whole funeral came back and forth, and it cost him almost seven or eight hundred.

Now he is in debt, and he is looking forward to turning over after taking back Qin Chai'er's land.

Qin Chai'er didn't go to see the excitement, she washed and scrubbed at home in the past few days, washed and dried the thick clothes and quilts.

Summer is coming, and I'm already wearing short sleeves.

When Zhang Xinting entered the door, she stood in the courtyard to dry her clothes, wearing a white cotton fir with a round neck, and a pair of loose gray five-point hemp pants.

Two braids behind her ears shook back and forth with her movements. Under the direct light, the little face is white and delicate, and the busy appearance is pure and beautiful.

It's like the warm winter sun, so comfortable that you want to greedily take it for yourself.

Fang Zhongqiang, who came back from watching the excitement, watched Zhang Xinting standing in a daze at the door frame, and followed his line of sight to see Qin Chai'er in the courtyard.