From the moment he entered the door to the present, he has been screaming one by one, of course he doesn't know. The old man was annoyed, his face turned green, no one in his life dared to question him like this and talk back to him.

What's more, it's a little girl.

"Dare to talk back? Underplayed. "The old lady Wanyan pouted, her face was full of wrinkles, a living dead who had not spoken for ten thousand years, always saying something inappropriate at an inappropriate time.

The old man had long wanted to do it, so that he could show his status as an old shopkeeper, he was so angry that he stood up, raised the cane in his hand, and walked towards the kneeling man.

Don't look at Yan Ping's thinness, the explosive force is amazing at the critical time, she stood up on the ground, looked at the crutch in the old man's hand, stepped forward and snatched it down, and the people around her were stunned.

The little girl was also annoyed, and suppressed the fire in her belly. She grabbed the crutches in the old man's hand, but the old man didn't let go at all, and the blood all over his body rushed straight to the top of his head.

The two were at a stalemate like that, Wan Yanping gritted her teeth and said calmly, "Grandpa is disrespectful to the old, or does he like to beat people so much?" How many lives and undead souls do you have under this crutch? My mother, my aunt, my aunt's son, and the woman named Qianqian. ”

The old lady exclaimed, "What do you say, shitty thing?" ”

"And you." Wan Yanping suddenly turned her head to look at the old lady, and her cold eyes frightened the white-haired old woman, "You are also a woman, you have followed his ass for decades, acting for the tiger, what did you get in the end?" ”

The old lady stared at her, speechless, and after a few seconds she was deflated, and sat down in her chair with tears in her eyes.

The old man was so angry that he trembled all over, his old face was no longer colorful, the corners of his mouth trembled, and he stretched out his hand to point at Wan Yanping, "You ...... Cheap billet ......"

All at once the man fell backwards! There was chaos in the house, and Li Mei hurriedly ran to the telephone, "It's terrible, it's dead." ”

The words "cheap billet" follow you like a shadow. used to be Zhou Ting, Wanyan Hongmei, Qianqian, Wanyanping......

For a long time, the sound of cars, talking and eager footsteps in the yard was chaotic. The old man was taken to the hospital. Everyone followed, leaving only Wan Yanping and Xiaoliang.

The courtyard was deadly silent, eerily quiet.

In autumn, there is coolness in the morning and evening, and as soon as the wind blows, the leaves fall, leaving the desolation of the yard and the unknown shocking in the corners.

Wan Yanping stood in the gloomy place with Xiaoliang in her arms, and no one knew what was waiting for her. But she was no longer afraid, and compared to the tragic death under that crutch, she felt that her life was much better.

The woman with the blood of the Wanyan family on her body, and the woman in the Wanyan family, who finally succumbed to death, resented to death, crazy and stupid, could not escape this desolate life.

In this vast plain rich in products, in this large village with hundreds of households, the Wanyan family used to be considered a large family. For several generations, men will always be in charge, with absolute male power and big man thinking. They will never take their own women seriously, they are dead, sick, crazy, stupid, and they all depend on their lives.

Old Man Wanyan is not dead. He was just so angry that he was hospitalized with a cerebral hemorrhage.

After returning from the hospital that day, he was as tired as a dog, and he didn't have the strength to go to Yan Ping to settle accounts.

That night, Wan Yanping was kicked out of the house.

Li Mei asked her to go to the hospital to take care of the old man until he was discharged. You bear the blame for yourself.

The moonlight shone on the road like it was sprinkled with salt. She is thin, walking on a road with a bag on her back, so lonely and so determined.

On the fifth floor of the inpatient department, only three people lived in a six-person ward. The old man Wanyan and another old man of the same age lived on one side, with an empty bed in between. The curtain was drawn on the opposite side, and I don't know what it was.

It was not yet eight o'clock, and when Yan Ping pushed open the door of the ward, everyone in the ward was asleep, and it was very quiet. Only the person accompanying her had not yet slept, she was a woman who looked to be about thirty-five years old, thin and tall, and when she saw a little girl walk in, she nodded at her in a friendly manner.

Wan Yanping also smiled, said hello, sat on the chair next to her, took out the test paper from her schoolbag, lay on the side of the bed, and started to write her homework.

The woman looked at it, walked over quietly, patted Yan Ping on the shoulder, and showed surprise that she went to the bed next to her. The small table in front of you is empty, so you can write homework on it, and people will not be too tired from lying on their stomachs.

She packed up her books, sat down, and whispered thank you to the woman.

The woman's name is Xiaoqin, and she is the daughter of the old man Zhang on the bed next to her. Xiaoqin pursed her lips and smiled at Yan Ping, and lay down on the side of the empty bed, she thought to herself, this thin and weak little girl is the granddaughter of the old man!

The old man is so happy.

It was late at night, the lights in the hospital corridor were turned off, and the little nurse at the nurses' station was dozing.

An's mother reminded Yan Ping [Ding, little cutie, it's twelve o'clock, go to bed early and get up early in good spirits. 】

She just packed the books and put them in her school bag, let's sleep, tomorrow morning, when the old man sees her, I don't know what kind of embarrassment she will face.

Every day of life is full of unknowns, there is a tough battle to fight, and she has to be prepared at all times.

Wan Yanping just lay on the table, Xiaoqin woke up, and whispered to Wan Yanping, let her sleep next to her and make do. Both of them were thin, lying on the hospital bed with their clothes together, and the bed seemed to be a little big.

At half past six the next morning, when the nurse entered the ward, Wan Yanping was already reciting the English text quietly on the back balcony. Xiaoqin also woke up, chatted with the nurses, and said that the little girl was really hardworking.

Around eight o'clock, there were more people outside.

Xiaoqin's father, Zhang Lao, woke up, the old man's condition was good and bad, and he was also an old man in his eighties, and there were not many days left. When the old man was awake, he talked a lot, and he wondered when there was another little girl in the ward.

couldn't help but ask endless questions, Xiaoqin answered him patiently, and sometimes Wan Yanping also replied to him.

After a long time, the nurse came to give the injection, and the old man Wanyan also woke up. When he saw Wan Yanping in front of him, he was like seeing a ghost, staring at her with beads in his eyes, a whimper in his mouth, his whole body was tense and he couldn't move, and he couldn't even speak.

The nurse next to her thought that the old man was excited, and said with a smile, "The granddaughter came to wait for grandpa, and she was excited to see grandpa." ”

After Yan Ping didn't speak, she lowered her head, approached the old man, smiled at him, and said, "Grandpa, what are you talking about?" Be louder. ”

The old man's white eyes could be turned out, his teeth were clenched, and he squeezed out a slurred word from his throat, "Get out"

"Want your crutches? Here it is! Wan Yanping took out his crutches from under the bed and placed them next to him, which she had picked up and brought from the yard last night. Rest well, I will be with you until you are discharged. ”

The old man was so angry that his face turned purple and blue, and in the end he could only close his eyes and stop looking at her. It was hard to even turn your head.