The old lady has been bitten by a snake for ten years, and she has a long memory like a well rope.

The circumstances are very different, maybe you can dream back and turn at midnight to reflect on yourself, otherwise this family will be tossed and destroyed by Wang Qinxiu sooner or later.

Wang Qinxiu lay on the ground and cried, Lin Qingshan sighed for a long time, scratching his ears and cheeks.

"Cry, cry, cry, if you don't have bad intentions, you won't be a moth, and Lao Tzu won't be burdened by you, and you won't be able to go back."

Now, the face is embarrassed.

lived for most of his life, and he was still lame, so he was kicked out of the house by his own mother.

"If you really feel wronged by living with Lao Tzu, then divide the money and break up, the ugly words are ahead, Haihong is the seed of our Lao Lin family, you can't take it away."

The hysterical cry made Lin Qingshan more and more irritable.

Even if I didn't have the idea of breaking up and going my own way, I blurted out my anger when I was angry.

"Lin Qingshan, you have no conscience!"

The old lady watched coldly for a moment, and went to Lin Haihong's house on crutches.

Her stupid eldest son is still lame on one leg, and it is difficult to get off the kang, let alone domestic violence beating her daughter-in-law.

"Haihong, don't blame grandma."

The old lady touched Lin Haihong's hair and said softly.

"Grandma, I really thought my mother was getting better."

Lin Haihong's tears burst out of his eyes at this moment like a river bursting its embankment.

I hurriedly wiped my tears, but I wiped more and more.

The fair-skinned little face was full of tears.

Yu Feiwan also watched it very sadly on the side.

The old lady took Lin Haihong and returned home with a large bag.

After so long, the sky is bright, the quiet village is full of smoke, and the neighbors are energetic to clean up.

The Westinghouse hadn't been inhabited for a long time, it was empty, and when I pushed the door in, I only felt choking on the smell.

Under the command of the old lady, the four children in the family performed their own duties, and Lin Haihong tied a long stick to the big broom and carefully swept the roof and walls.

Grizzled and sweaty.

The sadness in Lin Haihong's heart faded a lot.

Yu Feiwan and Yu Ping held rags, wiping the windowsill glass inside and out, and even Yu Peng, who looked like a small meat mound, held a broom in his hand.

The old lady rummaged through the cabinets to find the bedding and sheets, and asked the neighbors to help move the old stove in.

The operation is as fierce as a tiger, and Westinghouse has a new look.

The windows were wide open, and the curtains with a strong sense of age printed with cranes and green bamboos were whirring in the wind, and fresh air slowly came in.

Not only Westinghouse, but the old lady thought that since she had cleaned it, she simply cleaned the rest of the house.

It just so happened that on the twenty-fourth day of the lunar month, I swept the house.

Yu Feiwan looked at Lin Haihong, whose face was full of dust, and his eyes were still bright, and he bent down and laughed.

"Little clay figurines."

The old lady also has soft eyebrows and eyes.

"There is a bathhouse in the village, and it looks like the Chinese New Year is coming soon, so why don't you all go take a bath."

"The older you go, the more people there are in the bathhouse."

"On the twenty-eighth and ninth of the lunar month, I still have to queue up for a long time."

The old lady took out a piece of money from the small cloth bag and handed it to Yu Feiwan, and quickly found towels, soap, and clean clothes, and divided them into two bags.

One was stuffed into Lin Haihong's arms, and the other was held by Yu Ping.

Yu Feiwan blinked, is she finally going to see the bathhouse in the eighties?

There is only one bathhouse in the village.

Due to the limited conditions, it is a public bathhouse, and it is divided into two large rooms.

As the old lady expected, every household on the twenty-fourth day of the lunar month was still busy cleaning and preparing for the New Year, and there were very few people in the bathhouse, which also made Yu Feiwan's heart relax a little.

As soon as you enter the bathhouse, there are rows of shower heads on the left and right sides.

At a cursory glance, there are about ten.

The switch is an iron plate that you step on with your feet, and you can get water out when you step on it.

The water is big and plentiful.

You just can't adjust the temperature of the water.

As soon as the iron plate was stepped on, the water vapor was steaming, and the eyes were full of white mist.

Hiss~

It's hot!

Yu Feiwan felt like a monkey climbing trees and vines on Mount Emei, grinning and dancing.

"Is it really necessary for the bathwater to be so hot?"

Yu Feiwan retracted his feet, and his heart palpitated.

Yu Ping nodded matter-of-factly: "Only when the water is hot can the mud be rubbed." ”

"Otherwise, wouldn't you take a bath in vain?"

"You get drenched a lot, you get used to it in a while, and when the mud gets up, I'll rub your back."

Yu Ping shook the bath towel hanging on the iron frame, and stepped on the iron plate under Yu Feiwan's shower head.

"Ahh

Yu Fei wanted to cry without tears.

It's a sour feeling.

Gradually, Yu Feiwan got used to the water temperature, and only felt that the entire pore was open.

Even if you rub your back, it hurts a little.

I didn't see that Yu Ping's small body had a lot of energy.

In fact, she and her mother also took a bath in the bathhouse.

At that time, the family was not in a position to decorate the bathroom.

Every weekend, her mother would take her to the county bathhouse to take a bath.

The environment is much better than here, a small room, the water temperature can be adjusted, and everyone has a small cabinet marked with numbers.

"Pingping, do you think I'm getting better?"

Yu Feiwan changed into clean clothes, wrapped his hair in a towel, and kept shining in front of the large mirror outside the bathroom.

The little face is pink and tender, and the eyes are watery.

It's not ordinarily pretty.

Yu Ping pursed her lips and chuckled, "Is it possible that the bath water got into the head, so the whole person is very smart." ”

Yu Feiwan: ......

While waiting for Lin Haihong and Yu Peng, Yu Feiwan was arguing with Yu Ping, while secretly looking at the proprietress of the bathhouse sitting in front of the big mirror.

The proprietress who ran the bathhouse was a beautiful sister in her thirties, with curly hair and shiny leather shoes, which seemed out of place in the village.

It's really beautiful!

But who will tell her why Lin Haihong and Yu Peng are so abrasive in bathing.

It's been so long!

The proprietress went to knock on the door and urged twice.

Yu Ping leaned into Yu Feiwan's ear and muttered in a low voice, "It's not that I don't know, Peng Peng in the bath is more difficult to hold down than the pig to be killed during the New Year." ”

"Grandma gave my cousin a difficult task."

Yu Feiwan is indescribable, this metaphor is very vivid.

Under Yu Feiwan's thousand calls, the familiar figure finally came out of the bathroom.

It can be seen that Lin Haihong is exhausted.

It's a bit like the panting appearance of a tired pig just after killing.

Yu Peng's small eyes were also full of tears, obviously crying a lot.

Yu Ping stepped forward to put on Yu Peng's hat and wrapped Yu Peng's whole person tightly.

"It's hard for you." Yu Feiwan teased.

Lin Haihong sighed, "It's very difficult. ”

He never knew that taking a child to the bath would give him a sense of panic.

"You also wipe your hair again, let it dry before you go."

"If you don't wait to walk back, you'll catch a cold."

One thing to say, she kind of believed Yu Ping's words that her brain was in water.

She found that after taking a bath, Lin Haihong's lips and teeth became more and more red, and his eyes were sparkling.

(End of chapter)