In the cold winter of the second year when Sister Yun went to Beijing, Aunt Qing hanged herself.

I heard that Aunt Qing cut off a sturdy white cloth from a white sheet, hung it on the only wooden beam in the house, put her neck on it, kicked her feet, and went painlessly.

Everyone said that Aunt Qing couldn't bear Uncle Da's beating, and felt that life was too hard and too tiring to live, so she looked for a short time.

My mother said that Aunt Qing's death was inseparable from most people in the village.

Uncle Da's beating, the pain is on the body, and it can be healed; The bullying of the villagers hurts the heart and is difficult to treat.

If it weren't for the humiliation and persecution of these hooligans, ruffians, and long-mouthed poisonous women, how could a good woman go to Huangquan?

When Aunt Qing was buried, Sister Yun came back, and I couldn't go to see Aunt Qing off for the last time because I had to prepare for the exam.

Aunt Qing's funeral was organized by my parents. Uncle Da, who has four walls of the family, even if his wife dies, is still painless in the mahjong parlor.

On the day of the coffin, few people from the village came. Everyone said that this has the bad luck of Kefu's life woman, and it is better not to stick it.

At that time, the sky was unusually cold, and when the shovel was buried, it rained heavily.

Sister Yun lay on the edge of the grave, crying hoarsely until she lost her breath for a while.

Listening to my mother, Sister Yun, who was grief-stricken, cried with a pale face, her eyes were blood-red, and when the pain was extreme, a mouthful of blood choked out of her mouth. Several adults panicked and dragged her back.

After Aunt Qing's funeral and goodbye to my parents, Sister Yun left, she didn't cry when she left, her face was calm, and her clothes were neat.

After I hurried home after the exam, my mother told me everything that happened when Sister Yun came back.

My mother said that Sister Yun repeatedly wanted to see me, but she didn't want to disturb my studies, so she took a photo of me and left lonely.

Listening to it, my nose was sour, and Sister Yun was lonely and helpless in front of me, and uncontrollable tears slipped into my stomach.

It's getting a little brighter. In the east, the red sun, which has been replaced by a new outfit, is moving its orange smiling face to the horizon with shame. Everything was restored to its original state.

At the end of the village road, several beams of light came from far and near, from weak to strong.

"Di," a crisp and loud whistle sounded, followed by the lights, not to be outdone.

In this remote and secluded village, this unusual whistle is particularly beautiful.

"Ah, it's Xiaoyun back."

"Well, Xiaoyun, this girl, is really promising."

"Everyone avoids the side of the road, squeezes it, and makes way for the car."

Suddenly, I felt that my body was squeezed by Aunt Ding next to me to the edge of the road.

I hurried elsewhere, and further down was a frozen lotus pond full of fresh mud, which had dried up and would take a few more months before it could be released.

If I were to be squeezed into the water by her, I would be a real black man in an instant.

Several cars slowly stopped about a meter away from the crowd, and the villagers spread their feet as if they had found gold ingots, and swarmed up.

I fell behind the crowd and took a general look, there were six cars: two black business cars, two black sedans, and two sports cars with one red and one white.

Just by looking at the car logo, you can see that these cars are worth a lot.

In particular, the two red and white sports cars that followed behind were very majestic. They are like a pair of male and female, with low waists, long lines, fierce front faces, male buttocks and male buttocks, and lights like torches.

Although the villagers were laughing and shouting, they were afraid to lean forward.

Aura is a powerful thing, you can see it, but you can't touch it, it's hard to measure, but you don't dare to be contemptuous.

In the first four cars and the white sports car behind them, eight mighty men dressed in black came down.

One walked briskly to the red sports car and bent down to meet the people who were about to get out of the car. The remaining seven strong men in black bowed their heads slightly, standing respectfully on both sides.

Such a courtesy made everyone gasp.

"Bang."

With a soft sound, the car door opened, and as a slender jade leg leaned out of the car, a beautiful face that haunted me jumped in front of my eyes.

The person who got out of the car was Sister Yun.

She wore a simple and delicate ball head, a black and white plaid shirt on the inside of her upper body, a gray casual suit with a hip-length on the outside, a pair of navy blue jeans with small feet, and a pair of pink and white clean flats on her feet.

The dress is fresh and elegant, just in this season of spring, giving people a pure and bright feeling.

After Sister Yun got out of the car, she smiled and nodded to everyone.

"Xiaoyun, Huan...... Welcome home. ”

A thin old man with a bald head and gray temples took a step from the solemn crowd, his voice trembling and his face full of smiles.

The one who spoke was Liu Minxiao, the village chief who would sleep until three poles in the morning every day.

Sister Yun smiled calmly and said: The village chief and the big guy don't have to be stubborn, I just came back to go around, I have been away for many years, and I am homesick.

"It's good to come back, our village has changed a lot."

"Xiaoyun, why don't you go to my house first, we picked fresh toons, you can taste them."

"What's the toon, my Shiwa just caught a few catfish from the dam, saying that he asked his mother to make them for Aunt Xiaoyun."

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I couldn't help sneering in my heart, and secretly cursed: a group of pretentious and hypocritical people.

Seeing that Sister Yun is now gorgeous and gorgeous, which is a world of difference from the past, and she is no longer the little girl who was bullied back then, my heart is full of warmth.

It's time for me to go, though. I bent on and wanted to leave quietly.

"Alas, where is our Xiaohua?"

She frowned slightly, lifted her heels, and eagerly searched for me in the crowd.

The fierce arguments of the crowd stopped abruptly, and together with her, they looked left and right for my figure.

A "sudden" sound sounded from the small river beach to the west of the village.

As far as everyone looked, a ruffian with a sloppy appearance and dirty clothes was running towards us on a dilapidated motorcycle with twisted wheels and a dangling body.

The person who came was Zhang Xiaobao, and the villagers called him Zhang Pi Dog.

As the name suggests, Zhang Xiaobao is a mad dog who has been harming his neighbors and doing all kinds of evil since he was a child.

The people in the village, if anyone meets him, they are afraid that they will not be able to avoid him, not because they are afraid of him, but because they don't want to have half of the entanglement with this kind of pasty-like rampant person.

When he was a child, among the people who bullied Sister Yun, he was "outstanding and indispensable". If he is ranked according to the standard of culpability in the hearts of the children, he is a well-deserved "Class A war criminal".

When they saw that it was him, everyone couldn't help but be stunned, feeling that this crazy and vicious dog was going to provoke something wrong.

Even the village chief Liu Minxiao, when he saw him, frowned, shook his head, and was helpless.

Zhang Xiaobao leaned on the poplar tree on the side of the road without the bracket, dusted off the dust on his body with his free hands, took out a wrinkled inferior cigarette from his arms, held it in his mouth, raised his eyebrows, and walked up with a cheap smile.

"Yo, Xiaoyun is back, the longer he grows, the more handsome he gets."

While Zhang Xiaobao was speaking, his eyes kept wandering on Sister Yun's body.

Sister Yun glanced at him coldly, and walked forward without answering angrily.

Zhang Xiaobao felt that he had lost face, chased after Sister Yun, and shouted: In the middle of summer that year, Sandaoling ......

Without waiting for Zhang Xiaobao to finish speaking, Sister Yun turned her head violently, and her originally tender eyes suddenly burned with a raging fire, as if she could turn everything in the world into ashes.

Everyone's hearts were cold, and the cold hair stood on end, as if the whole body was on fire, and the blood was rolling.

Zhang Xiaobao was obviously also frightened. However, since he was a child, he has done all kinds of bad things, only he scares others, how can he be frightened?

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaobao rushed to the front of Sister Yun like a crazy monkey, pushed the motorcycle leaning on the poplar tree, and crossed Sister Yun's feet, saying: Brother has been short of money recently, and he is hungry and full, and he still hopes that Sister Yun will be there...... Relief.

In the middle, Zhang Xiaobao said it very lightly. However, it must not be a kind word.

I was furious in my heart, and I wanted to push aside the villagers on both sides and rush forward to fight Zhang Xiaobao.

"Grandma, where has our lady been bullied like this?"

A strong man in black roared angrily, and before his words fell, his body had already forced in front of Zhang Xiaobao.

Sister Yun hurriedly said: Atai, live ......

The word "hand" has not yet come out of Sister Yun's mouth. In the midst of the lightning, the strong man in black, who was called Atai, picked up Zhang Xiaobao and his motorcycle together, and threw them far into the lotus pond.

"Boom," a dull voice came.

This feeling is like a punch to a puddle of greasy fat, with great strength and no loudness.

"What's going on? What happened? ”

When everyone heard the sound, Zhang Xiaobao was rolling in the lotus pond in embarrassment.

Atai is about 1.9 meters high, the length is the waist of the tiger's back and the bear's waist, it seems to be powerful, the body is big, the appearance is fierce, like the roar of Zhang Fei on the slope of Changsaka back then.

Just now, he quickly deceived himself in front of Zhang Xiaobao, and everyone could only see his back, so that no one could see the passage of people and cars falling into the lotus pond together.

Even if you see it clearly, this hug and throw is only a short two or three seconds. Besides, the weight of people and vehicles, to say the least, must be three or five hundred catties, but Atai is like losing a stone, extremely relaxed.

For a while, everyone seemed to have turned into wax figures, and although they were thinking quickly in their hearts, their bodies were sluggish and stiff, and they were all shocked.

Sister Yun frowned and said angrily: Atai, are you disobedient again?

Ah Tai lowered his head, looked embarrassed, and snorted: Madam, this crazy boy is arrogant, I can't be angry, so I can't hold back, let you punish you.

Sister Yun said lightly: Okay, you and the brothers will drive the car under the old locust tree in front of you, and I'll take a few steps.

Atay gave the order, bowed, and retreated.

With a few roars, the six cars disappeared like roaring beasts.

The old locust tree that Sister Yun said is the one in front of my house. According to legend, it has a history of 100 years. When I was a child, Sister Yun and I had the best playmate.

Sister Yun turned around, glanced at the villagers who were still immersed in the clouds, and said with a smile: I brought a lot of specialties and snacks from Beijing, let's go and get them.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes lit up, and their expressions seemed to come alive again. Both the old and the children threw off their arms and ran in the direction of my door, panting.

In the lotus pond, Zhang Xiaobao, who was covered in mud, seemed to have been painted with a layer of black paint, and struggled to crawl to the shore.

He raised his sour arm and pointed at Sister Yun, wanting to scold something, but the throat was blocked by mud, and the voice he shouted was like a duck that broke his throat, which was extremely unpleasant.

For the villagers, no one cares about Zhang Xiaobao's life or death. Perhaps, it would be better if he died.

"Oh no, I should have just run in the direction of home with everyone, Sister Yun will ...... when she sees my sad face"

I thought with remorse that all the people with sharp legs and feet had already run away, leaving behind three or five poor people who were either sick or too old to run.

"Hey, boy, why don't you run?"

A beautiful voice came from behind me, and it was pleasant to the ear.

I was slightly stunned and turned my head.

The moment my eyes met Sister Yun's eyes, patches of tears rolled down my cheeks.

Sister Yun stepped forward, grabbed my shoulders, and hugged me into her arms. Suddenly, I felt that my shoulders were wet, and Sister Yun's body was trembling slightly.

"Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, I was speechless and choked."

My hanging hands seemed a little redundant for a while, so I wrapped my arms around Sister Yun's slender waist. Where the hands passed, they only felt soft and boneless.

A thin fragrance came from Sister Yun's fragrant body, lingering into my nose, making people's blood swell and fascinated, as if wandering in a dream, intoxicated.

I raised my head and looked at Sister Yun's delicate and beautiful face, a few tears hanging on her long eyelashes, and if my eyelids trembled slightly, they would drip down.

Sister Yun smiled and took out a champa, first wiped the tears on my face, and then gently wiped the tears on her pink cheeks.

She and I, the two of us, quietly stared at each other, with a smile in our eyes, joy in our hearts, and infinite emotion.

From her clear eyes, I found out that Sister Yun was still the previous Sister Yun, and I couldn't help but feel sweet.

"Boom," she said with a blow on the head, "What are you looking at stupidly?" Don't want to take your sister home?

I rubbed my scalp, grinned happily, and hurriedly said, "Okay, okay."

The skin of the face was burned by the hot tears, and under the smile, the dry cracked and a little sore.

Sister Yun took my hand and asked, "Are Uncle Wang and Aunt Zhao at home?"

Her delicate and white jade hand, the fingertips touched my palm, my whole body seemed to be electrified, numb and crispy, and a stream of hot blood ran straight to the top of my head like a wild horse.

I resisted the pounding heart and replied: They went to our eldest sister's house.

The Uncle Wang and Aunt Zhao that Sister Yun asked about were my parents.

When I was a child, my parents treated Sister Yun as their own, and it was reasonable for her to ask first.

I suddenly thought of something, and with a sigh of resentment gathered in my heart, I gently shook off her hand.

When she saw that my face changed sharply, although she didn't know what was going on, she still smiled and asked, "What's wrong?" Aren't you happy to see your sister?

A line of tears poured down from my eyes, I didn't look at her, and said sadly: Back then, why did you leave quietly? Gone and didn't contact us?

Sister Yun was stunned and silent.

I felt a pair of crystal clear eyes behind me, looking at me softly and earnestly.

When I realized that there was something wrong with my interrogation and wanted to turn around to apologize to Sister Yun, my back was hugged by a soft body.

At this time, Sister Yun has reached the age of flowers, and she is colorful, and a pair of crisp breasts are attached to my back, which makes me confused, as if the skin around me is about to be dried by boiling blood.

Sister Yun turned me over and said infinitely sadly: I wanted to say goodbye to my uncle, aunt and you. But if you see it, you are afraid that you will be unbearable and parting, and you are afraid that you will not be able to go away by crying, so you ......

I clenched Sister Yun's hand, unwilling to let her think about the unbearable past, and said with a smile: Fortunately, we are not seventy or eighty people, otherwise I wouldn't even have the strength to hate you.

Sister Yun sneered and said, "Then it's too late for you to hate me now."

I looked at Sister Yun's charming and lovely appearance, pouted and said, "Sister, wherever you go in the future, I will follow you."

Sister Yun clenched her pink fist, slammed it on my chest, and said with a smile: Okay, little heel.

I have walked this quiet path in the village many times, but only when I walked with Sister Yun did I feel that the road home was wide and beautiful.

Time is going on, and the two young and childish little people have grown up in a blink of an eye.