Wang Qinxiu gritted her teeth, but she was helpless.

Lin Qingshan's attitude was ambiguous, and she didn't dare to make as much trouble as she did a few days ago.

I really don't know what kind of blood brother Lin Qingshan is talking about now.

Wang Qinxiu pushed the flatbed truck hard, and from time to time his feet slipped, and Lin Qingshan, who was lying on the flatbed, was hit and hit by the left side of the shaken.

The old lady's eyebrows jumped, and she subconsciously stretched out her hand, her mouth opened slightly, but she still didn't say anything.

Every family has a scripture that is difficult to read.

Their family is no exception.

But at worst, Qingshan's conscience is not completely extinguished.

……

In the ruined temple, the bell rang again.

Lin Haihong's lips raised a very light and shallow arc, but the joy between his eyebrows and eyes was about to overflow.

The young and immature face, in addition to the bookish atmosphere, is a little bit really light and bright.

He rarely looks forward to getting out of school.

But now he wants to go back to his second uncle's house early, even if he listens to the chatter of the elders, tutors Yu Ping's cousin's homework, and uses his spare eyes to sneak a glimpse of his cousin and fool his cousin, he can't help but be happy.

I don't know what strange things will happen to my cousin and cousins today.

It turns out that getting out of school is really a thing that people can't help but look forward to.

Lin Haihong quickly stuffed the books into his schoolbag, said hello to his classmates in a clear voice, and left the classroom.

Schoolmate:!? (･_･;?

Lin Haihong took the initiative to say hello to him!

It's simply an incredible thing.

In the past, Lin Haihong was a silent invisible person in the classroom.

Good grades, don't speak, blame cold.

When Lin Haihong's figure still disappeared from sight, he waved his hand in hindsight.

Stepping out of the classroom, turning the corner, when he saw the figure waiting at the entrance of the temple, the smile on the corner of Lin Haihong's mouth suddenly disappeared, replaced by horror and uneasiness, his body couldn't stop trembling slightly, and his teeth were chattering.

"Mom......"

Lin Haihong took a deep breath, and for a moment he only felt a dense pain coming out of the cracks in his bones.

Don't panic.

Nor can I run.

Lin Haihong calmed down, his little face was pale, but he still forced out a smile of admiration.

Mother and son are filial, this is what my mother wants others to see.

He knew it all along.

Wang Qinxiu looked at the kettle hanging by Lin Haihong's neck, and her thick black eyebrows wrinkled again.

Looking at the endless stream of students, Wang Qinxiu suppressed the anger in her heart, and thought she was kind and took two steps forward to take Lin Haihong's schoolbag.

Mother and son, one in front of the other.

Wang Qinxiu pretended to be gentle and chattering, and Lin Haihong hummed softly.

He hasn't handed over the newly summarized second-grade textbook knowledge points to Cousin Yu Ping.

Lin Haihong's eyes swayed with the schoolbag, flickering and swaying.

The temple was ruined, and it was left far behind.

The sound of laughter gradually faded away.

Walking to the place where the garbage was piled up, Wang Qinxiu stopped, turned around, covered his nose with one hand, and took off the kettle hanging around Lin Haihong's neck without saying a word with the other.

Lin Haihong's hand was tightly gripping the rope and looking at his mother stubbornly.

"Mom, you can't throw it."

It was his grandmother's own hand around his neck.

This used to belong to the uncle.

Wang Qinxiu's thick black eyebrows raised, "This is not the inside and outside?" ”

"My mother has been eating and drinking for more than ten years, and in just a few days, you forgot your roots?"

"A, you're a baby."

"Let go!"

Lin Haihong was a little timid, but he still held on tightly.

Wang Qinxiu had nowhere to spread the fire in her belly, and now she finally found an outlet.

Wang Qinxiu had a cold face, pinched Lin Haihong's arm hard, and turned around a few times with hatred.

Lin Haihong was in pain and subconsciously let go of his hand.

Wang Qinxiu dragged and threw it, and the kettle fell into the filthy garbage heap.

Lin Haihong froze in place.

The shiny kettle that was wiped by grandma was instantly swallowed up by garbage.

The light is gone.

"A broken kettle, who are you showing this face that is going to die?"

"I know that Li Lan can't teach children, and it's only been a few days that you've been contaminated with so many bad things."

"You were born to be a scholar, and you won't be able to fight with that family in the future, not all the way, don't learn badly."

"Tonight, reflect and write a check."

Wang Qinxiu was satisfied, and pulled Lin Haihong to continue walking towards home.

"Also, when your father asks about your injuries, you know what to say."

"Mom is all for your good, if you don't have Mom, who will care about you like this, you kid don't know how to be grateful."

Lin Haihong turned back frequently, wanting to catch another glimpse of that light in the dirty garbage heap.

When he was about to turn the corner, Lin Haihong stood straight and stubbornly refused to take another step.

"Mom, I'd better go pick up that cup."

"That's grandma's stuff, we can't dispose of it at will."

Lin Haihong pondered his words, controlled his tone, and pleaded.

"Lin Haihong, don't be foolish."

"That old woman is now blinded by lard, and she only cares about compensating Yu Shuishan, and that dead girl of unknown origin, let your father fend for himself, and you still call him grandma?"

"When you have a chance in the future, the first thing you will do is to cut off your relatives with these poor relatives who have no conscience, and you must not let them take advantage of them."

"A broken kettle, the old woman won't be so slammed."

"Go home."

"I'll say one last time!"

Lin Haihong's heart was cold.

Mom went to grandma's house again to make trouble, and had an argument with grandma and non-evening cousin.

Old lady?

Dead girl?

Poor relatives?

But that's not the case in his heart.

Uncle is the relative he has always missed.

And grandma has always been protecting him.

The non-evening cousin who appeared inexplicably was more like the first light to break the darkness before dawn.

It's not a poor relative.

Lin Haihong shook off Wang Qinxiu's hand, ran towards the garbage heap, and carefully picked up the kettle.

Can't throw it.

He also didn't want to break it off.

Wang Qinxiu's face was red for a while and blue for a while, ugly and terrifying.

"Smack."

slapped Lin Haihong on the neck fiercely.

"Learned to be disobedient?"

"Then I'm going to ask Li Lan, the black-hearted one, what did he sow discord?"

"If your own children are maggots, you can't see other people's children well."

Then he twisted it on his ear.

Lin Haihong's ears suddenly turned red.

"Nope."

"Let's go home."

"I'll write the check."

"Write two."

Lin Haihong wiped the stains off the kettle and carefully stuffed it into his school bag.

Inspections are never as simple as inspections.

"You kid doesn't understand Mom's hard work at all."

"How much have I paid in order to train you to become a talent, I am reluctant to eat, drink, or wear, why are you so ignorant!"

"Are you worthy of me?"