"Did Ning Yangyang's kid rent toys and sell them here during the summer vacation?"

Liu Changqing ran back from Zhang Cuilan's house in a hurry, and asked as soon as he entered the door.

At that time, Aunt Zhou was drying all the freshly washed clothes on the clothesline.

Listening to Liu Changqing's words, she lowered her head and stroked her clothes and nodded.

"Why do I ask you, little Zhuang Mom, is that toy still at home?"

Liu Changqing pulled away Aunt Zhou's clothes and asked her, somehow, he felt that Aunt Zhou was very wrong today.

"Not there." Aunt Zhou re-dialed the clothes that had been crumpled by Liu Changqing, and her voice was low, as if she was pressing something, "Why are you asking this?"

"Of course it works." Liu Changqing pulled Aunt Zhou, who was about to leave with the basin, towards him, "If you don't find it out there, I'll be useful." He said.

"I've rented her toy that can spew bubbles for a few days, and when the time comes, she'll take it herself, and you'll ask what you're doing with this."

Aunt Zhou struggled to get out of his arms.

Liu Changqing dragged the basin and refused to let go, "What's the matter with you, you can't give up?"

Aunt Zhou glanced at Liu Changqing, "I'm just worried."

"There's nothing to worry about, there's no tonight." Liu Changqing looked at Aunt Zhou, "Mother-in-law, do you have to change your problem of worrying about nothing, I won't be able to go home if you do this again."

As soon as he finished speaking, Aunt Zhou somehow snatched the basin away, "I'm worrying?! I haven't seen my son in a few days, and I don't worry if his appendix is cut!"

"Liu Changqing! Do you want to make a face?! Don't be your bunch of all day long, do you still know that you have a wife and children at home?" Aunt Zhou raised her head, her big watery eyes were red and swollen at the moment.

Liu Changqing was troubled like this, and his heart became unhappy, "I said that I was not at home that night, and Xiaozhuang himself had acute appendicitis, is this what I want to see, am I the kind of person who wants to watch my son's appendicitis and hope that he is not good?"

"Why did you even say that!" Aunt Zhou trembled angrily, "Now that Xiao Zhuang is not here, I won't hide anything with you here." As she spoke, she threw down the basin and pulled over Liu Changqing's coat that was hanging on the rope on the side, and she only showed Liu Changqing the part where the cuffs were sewn.

"See for yourself! Who the hell sewed this for you?"

Under the sun, the faint flower at the tear in the sleeve was exposed by the big horn.

"You live alone, every time you come back, I mend your clothes, you always say that you are too lazy to go to the tailor to sew, why do you want to go now, why do the current tailors now sew a man's clothes can sew flowers on the cuffs!"

Liu Changqing didn't want to do much verbal fighting, but as soon as his eyes burned to the flower, he immediately avoided it.

How can I wear this and come back, how can I not die and fall all over my eggs when I got out of the car, how can I die without dying......

In an instant, his mind turned 108,000 to die.

"Listen to me."

Liu Changqing's mouth is a familiar scumbag discourse routine.

"Then you say, how did this come about?" Aunt Zhou held back the tears she wanted to shed, and tried her best to make her tone normal.

"It must have been sewn by my neighbor, and I lent it to her man, and when it was worn, it was sewn and mended, who knew it wasn't her husband's clothes."

Liu Changqing shrugged his shoulders, "That's it."

Aunt Zhou listened to this, and the sadness in her heart disappeared little by little, but she still kept a heart and asked him, "Doesn't she know her husband's clothes?"

"I don't know that men's clothes don't have as many styles as women's, so they just wear them."

Liu Changqing said casually, "So you're angry with me." It dawned on him.

Aunt Zhou's eyes were red, "It's not angry, you usually only come back once a year and a half, I want to take care of you but you don't, now you have flowers on your cuffs, can I not be in a hurry?"

"And our son, who is usually fine, why don't you get acute appendicitis after a few days." The more Aunt Zhou talked, the more aggrieved she became.

"It's all my fault, let's not talk about it, I'll go out to do something tonight, and when it's over, I'll take you both into the city to have fun." Liu Changqing appeased.

Aunt Zhou nodded tearfully.

"So the toys are really gone?" Liu Changqing asked.

"It's really gone, can I still hide it from you?" Aunt Zhou wiped her eyes, "When you come back this time, don't get involved with Zhang Cuilan, she's not a good person, don't fall deeper and deeper into it."

Liu Changqing nodded absentmindedly, "I know, I know."

After watching his wife go back to the house, Liu Changqing looked at the clothes on the clothesline, he lifted the cuffs, looked at them over and over, and threw them back with a snort.

"Xiao Chen, this person, is too careless."

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In the house, Aunt Zhou was preparing the evening's dishes, and Liu Xiaozhuang was playing with firewood sticks on the side.

"Xiao Zhuang, do you feel okay in your stomach, do you want me to take a few more days off from school tomorrow, and you can take care of this injury at home."

When Liu Xiaozhuang heard this, he scooped up the hem of his clothes and looked at the scar, he shook his head, "Mom, I've been out of class for several days, and my father didn't find me a school in the city, I studied it at home, and it wasn't interesting at all, and that big yard ......."

As he was going on, he suddenly noticed that his mother's expression had changed when he mentioned the compound, "Mom? What's wrong with you?" Liu Xiaozhuang asked a little scared.

Aunt Zhou hid her expression, "I'm just curious, what have you been playing in the city these days."

"I haven't played anything, mother, I've been well-behaved in the last few days, and my dad is not at home, so I can only play in that yard, and there is no one in the yard who is the same age as me, except for the neighbors' aunts and sisters, everything else is old, and it is not interesting at all." Liu Xiaozhuang puffed out his mouth. "And that aunt and sister are very nice, and my dad always gives me delicious food when he is not at home."

After he finished speaking with a smile, he was about to continue playing with the wooden stick in his hand when Aunt Zhou's trembling voice sounded, "You say, what is the name of that aunt and sister."

"What's the flower, I heard someone call her Xiao Chen or Sister Hua." Liu Xiaozhuang recalled carefully.

At that moment, Aunt Zhou felt her heart collapse hard, "You tell Mom, does that person have a husband?"

Liu Xiaozhuang thought for a while, "No, that sister looks quite young, and there are only her and her father in the family."

"Bang", the enamel jar in Aunt Zhou's hand fell to the ground.

"Mom, what's wrong with you today?" Liu Xiaozhuang hurriedly left the wooden stick in his hand and helped Aunt Zhou grab the enamel jar rolling on the ground.

Aunt Zhou took it tremblingly, "Mom is fine, but I forgot to eat lunch and my head is a little dizzy." She forced a smile.

"Ah, then I'll get some candy for Mom!" Liu Xiaozhuang ran out and grabbed a handful of sorghum syrup for Aunt Zhou.

"Good boy." Aunt Zhou ate a little sugar, and instead of making her feel better, the slimy sorghum syrup hit her with a deeper heaviness.

"You go out to play first, Mom is going to make meat for your dad to eat." Aunt Zhou looked at her son.

"Okay! I happened to go to play with my friends, I haven't seen them in a few days, and I miss them so much." Liu Xiaozhuang did not doubt him, and smiled like a small flower.

When she watched her son's figure happily disappear outside the window, Aunt Zhou held on to the edge of the pot and slowly squatted down.

A huge amount of information hit, and at the end of Aunt Zhou's blank sight was a rusty jar in the corner of the kitchen.

It was filled with rat poison.

Aunt Zhou thought disheartenedly, if she poisoned Liu Changqing tonight, he died, she could live without fear, not afraid of Xiaozhuang's injury, not afraid of any woman who would carry her to climb onto Liu Changqing's bed.

But she didn't dare.

As soon as she thought of such a dark thought in her heart, Aunt Zhou shuddered, she was not a vicious woman, and a sinful thought was like a sin in her heart.

She immediately helped herself to her feet, and continued to simmer the meat in the pot over the fire.

"You have nothing to lean on but your husband." Aunt Zhou said to herself repeatedly, the corners of her lips squirmed, as if she was nervous.

It seems that in this way, he can completely hypnotize himself and endure all the dirty things about Liu Changqing.

In the evening, Liu Changqing, who had finished dinner, was full of wine and food.

"It's really good tonight." He burped, "It's too good to give me Zhuang Xing this food, you usually cook this for the New Year."

"It's not like I misunderstood you earlier." Aunt Zhou picked up another piece of meat and put it into Liu Changqing's bowl, "Xiaozhuang wants to eat light now, I can only watch you eat it, you eat more, just forgive me for misunderstanding you before."

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say." Liu Changqing pulled up the rice and meat in the bowl.

"Mom, what did you misunderstand Dad?" Liu Xiaozhuang, who could only drink broth on the side, asked curiously.

"Harm, nothing." Liu Changqing was just about to say that when adults were talking and children were interjecting to do something, he was interrupted by Aunt Zhou.

"You cut your appendix, I'm angry with your father, it's all fine now, next, Xiaozhuang, you take good care of my injuries, don't skin at school, be careful that you have no place to cry when the wound collapses, this is a small mountain village, it's not as good as the city, you have a little peace these days, you know no."

Aunt Zhou said a bunch of things, and Liu Xiaozhuang listened to it in the clouds, and he always felt that his mother seemed to be talking about him, but not about him.

It's weird.

It was night, and the moon was high.

Liu Xiaozhuang went to bed early, and before going to bed, he took Aunt Zhou's hand and refused to let go.

"Mother, I haven't slept with you for a long time, and I've missed you so much in the city these days." He's a bit clumsy schoolboy spoiled.

"How old are you, and you still want your mother to sleep with you?" Aunt Zhou smiled and nodded Liu Xiaozhuang's nose.

Liu Xiaozhuang buried his head in the quilt a little embarrassed, unlike his father's residence in the city, there is always a smell of flower dew and water, the quilt is full of the smell of home, he took a deep breath, and looked at his father, who usually didn't let his mother accompany him.

"Dad, I want Mom to spend the night with me tonight, is that okay?"

Liu Xiaozhuang asked apprehensively.

"Absolutely." Liu Changqing leaned against the door frame and said with a smile.

At night, relying on his mother, who had not seen him for several days, Liu Xiaozhuang slept soundly, while Aunt Zhou tossed and turned, she heard the wooden door of the hall squeak, and then a figure quickly slid through the window and into the thick night.