"Brother doesn't cry, brother doesn't cry......"

This is an ordinary family in Yangui Village.

Heavy earthen walls, old gates, orderly courtyard furnishings, layers of thatched grass covering the roof, a starling bird is holding its wings, landing on one of the eaves, and barking incessantly to the distant sky.

Below the starling, there was a dazed Meng Di staring in one direction, from the sky to the ground, from the gate to the entrance of the village, her thoughts flew far away, jumping very high, but they were all imprisoned in this four-corner courtyard.

Meng Yi often sits in the yard in a daze, sitting for a long time, she rarely goes out into the wild, and like other girls, she follows behind her own adults and learns to make clothes and run the house.

This is her fate, and it is also the fate of most women in Yangui Village and even the whole world.

It's just that she's different, because she has an older brother who can read, so when she hears the call of the starling bird, she seems to have auditory hallucinations and hears the bird's call like that.

"Xiao Meng, help my mother bring the bridle head, the sun rests early today, while it's not dark yet, my mother will go and get tomorrow's pigweed back, you are waiting for your father and your brother to come back at home!"

"Got it!"

In response, Meng Yi ran into the house fluently, ripped off a patchy and heavy turban from behind the door, and quickly ran to the door, looked at Luo Erxiao, who was walking out against the hoe, and handed her the bridle.

"Look at the pig's trotters in the pot, don't stew the lotus root too badly, your brother doesn't like it!"

"Got it, got it!"

Listening to Luo Erxiao's muttering for a while, Meng Yi only felt that a gust of wind passed through his left ear and then through his right ear, and the two ends were empty, and there was nothing.

Although she was distracted, she was unambiguous in her work, and when Meng Yi was older, she knew that she was not born to Mo Laosan and Luo Erxiao, but this did not prevent her from calling them Mom and Dad.

Lift the lid of the pot, take the spatula and turn it left and right, the soup in the pot is boiling, the aroma of meat and lotus root is overflowing, and the greedy Meng Yi is drooling.

Shovel the water pot along the edge of the pot, cover the pot again, walk to the front of the stove fire, take the solid dead firewood, and chop it with a few brushes, and the knife pattern is engraved on the firewood, which helps the fire to flourish.

Meng Yi suddenly lifted the lid of the pot again, looked at the hot and steaming pig's trotters in the pot, and didn't care whether the soup was hot or not, so he took out a small piece of meat and stuffed it in his mouth with the momentum of wind and thunder.

"Woo ............"

With his mouth open, he kept fanning the wind with his hands, raised his head to exhale and inhale into the air, and the whole person began to jump up and down, shouting "hot, hot......"

But the meat was swallowed twice in her mouth.

"It seems to be salty and uncomfortable! It seems to be a little lighter, and this tenacity is not good, I have to taste a piece!"

Meng Yi patted his chest with righteousness, looked up and looked left and right with a weak heart, and immediately took out another piece of stuff in his mouth like a thief.

"Xiao Meng, Xiao Meng, look who's back?"

"Huh...... Grunt...... Forehead ......"

Mo Laosan's cry suddenly came from outside the house, and I saw that he was walking into the courtyard with Mo Zhike, who was dressed as a scholar, and called Meng Yi happily.

When Meng Yi heard his father's voice, he didn't care whether the meat in his mouth was hot or not, he forced the whole lump together, didn't chew, almost choked himself to death, and swallowed it into his stomach.

"Ahem...... Here comes Daddy...... Click......"

While patting his back and beating his chest constantly, Meng Yi hurriedly covered the pot, and even ran out before he had time to wipe off the oil stains on the corners of his mouth.

"Girl, what are you doing? I didn't answer you for a long time!"

Mo Laosan put Mo Zhike's things into the room, looked at Meng Yi who was a little squirming with a puzzled expression, and said in his heart that although this child doesn't talk much on weekdays, he is still very smug at home, why does he seem to be changing sex today.

Looking at Meng Di, who was constantly pinching the corners of his clothes and lowering his head, Mo Zhike also felt strange, why didn't he call Brother Mo today, and suddenly, he saw the remaining oil stains on the corners of Meng Di's mouth at a glance, and showed a smug smile.

"Xiao Meng!"

"Huh?"

Mo Zhike suddenly screamed, quietly came behind Meng Di, grabbed her shoulders and shook it, shocking Meng Di's soul to disperse.

"Hey, you kid, you bully your sister as soon as you get home, and you read the book in vain?"

When Mo Laosan saw his son's virtue, he immediately put on a straight face and said in a deep voice.

"Where is it, it's not like I haven't seen my sister for too long, and I'm so happy? It's like the smell of pig's trotters, as if it slipped through the corners of my mouth, I have that smell!"

"What is it? Xiao Meng, what about your mother?"

I really don't know what Mo Zhike is doing, Mo Laosan found out that his mother-in-law didn't know where to go, and when he looked at the house, he found that there was no one around.

"Mother, mother cut pigweed and went to ......"

Meng Yi said hesitantly, immediately lowered his head after speaking, and secretly glanced at Mo Zhike, and happened to meet Mo Zhike's small eyes that seemed to be smiling.

"Then I'll go find her, and come back by the way, you two brothers and sisters haven't seen each other for so long, talk well, especially you, stinky boy! Don't know how to bully Xiao Meng all day long!"

Mo Laosan said, took the woodcutter from the door of the firewood room in his hand, and gradually disappeared into the eyes of the two children.

"Sister Meng...... Hey hey ......"

Mo Zhike stared at her malice, and Meng Yi seemed to have a feeling of being seen through.

I saw him point to the corner of his mouth, smiled and took out a handkerchief, gently wiped the corner of Meng Yi's mouth, and said gently, "Pay attention to stealing pig's trotters next time, your mouth has not been wiped clean......

"Where do I have it, it's just to taste the taste, try the salty!"

"Yes, yes, so how does it taste?"

"So-so, it's just a little lighter!"

"How many pieces did you steal?"

"It's not much, it's just three or five lumps"

"And said that there was no stealing!"

"You lied to me!

Under the sunset, in this quiet small village, not only Mo Zhike's family is infinitely comfortable, but other families are also comfortable.

The favorite child scoundrel, the head of the stream lies on the lotus bed.

There are two children in the family, so there are always more things to worry about, and they are naturally a little happier than others.

Meng Yi has grown up, she is more than thirteen years old, her young face is a little more charming and moving, and her every move is different from the delicacy of the village girl, but she did not stop working in the farm because of this, nor did she forget her identity because she was good-looking.

Her hands have long been unrecognizable in her years, rough stripes, brown skin, and the standard image of a peasant woman, but unlike other peasant women, Meng Yi's demeanor and conversation have an elegant bookish anger, not like everyone's ladies, but even like everyone's ladies.

Although Meng Yi was born chic, but there was no matchmaker to ask for marriage, one is that she has a marriage contract, and Mo Zhike's baby kiss, the village chief's generation, people have long known.

The second is a bit far-fetched, saying that Meng Yi's life is not good, and he can see dirty things, so naturally no one dares to come.

It's strange to say, it is said that Meng Yi was born on the seventh day of July and killed his mother, but I haven't seen anything happen to the Mo family for so many years.

But things have to have a beginning, and it has to start when Meng Yi was ten years old, and every year after that, she will see an old woman, on a small snowy bridge at the entrance of the village, holding a bowl of steaming soup, and asking Meng Yi if she wants to drink a bowl, forgetting the pain of the past life and this life, all the pain of life and death.

Meng Yi only thought that she had a crazy mother-in-law, and talked with her for a long time, and the passers-by looked at where she was talking to the air, they were all shocked and frightened, and they came with the black dog in the village, and a large number of people surrounded the bridge.

At this time, Meng Yi became famous, the village knew that she could see dirty things, she was already a little unsociable, so she was naturally not treated, but it was limited to children, most of the villagers were simple and kind, and they did not target her because of this matter, but there was still a sense of respect.

When he was fourteen years old, Mo Laosan looked at Meng Yi, who was more and more out of the water, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, and he felt that he had to find a way to turn his sister into a daughter-in-law.

That night, he was lying on the bed in a daze, unable to sleep peacefully, and Luo Erxiao beside him had already tossed and turned more than twice.

"Alas!" sighed, and when he couldn't sleep, he simply got up, looked out the window, and sat on the edge of the bed in a daze.

"Your ancestors are slumbered, don't sleep and drowsy?"

The people of the village have one characteristic, be vigilant.

Faced with the blame of his own cousin, Mo Laosan did not answer, but just sighed vigorously.

"Nervous, what's the bag? The mother-in-law outside has nothing to eat?"

Luo Erxiao is also very helpless, working day and night, and finally taking a good rest at night, who thinks that his man doesn't know what is crazy, and he sighs endlessly.

"I'm wondering, should I wait for Mo'er to come back this year and take care of him and Xiao Meng?"

"How did you come up with this?"

"They're not too young, I have you at this age, it's not that I'm afraid that if Mo'er is like me, he will end up with an old man, then ......"

"Phew...... It's so unlucky, how can Mo Er be the same as you? But according to what you say, I'm also a little scared, this matter has to be arranged as soon as possible, and I don't know if we can hold our grandson if it's too late."

"Ming'er will talk to Xiao Meng, and when Mo'er comes back from the private school this month, he will set the date!"

"Go to bed early......"

"Hmm"

The next day, Mo Laosan and Luo Erxiao came to Meng Yi locally, Second Elder, you look at me, I look at you, and for a while they all supported each other, but they didn't speak first.

"Dad, mother, it's been three poles in the sun today, you two pulled me over early in the morning after dinner, neither let me go, nor say a word, just poke me, I'll poke you, it's been more than an hour!"

Meng Yi had a black line across his forehead, he really couldn't understand the thoughts of his second elder, and he looked even shyer than himself, which was quite interesting.

"Well, how can such a thing be easy to say! The main thing is ...... Alas, it's still you who cut off your brains at the wrong time!"

"Hey, you mother-in-law, Xiao Meng is not your daughter?"

"Dad, mother, what are you trying to say about me here?"

Meng Yi's question stopped Mo Laosan and Luo Erxiao, and the two looked at each other awkwardly and smiled, and said at the same time, "It's about your marriage with Mo'er."

"What!"

Meng Yi exclaimed in surprise when he heard this, and then his heart trembled, and his heart fluttered, and he immediately became twisted, lowered his head, and kept fiddling with his fingers.

Mo Laosan and Luo Erxiao were also from the past, and the two nodded and smiled, naturally understanding why Meng Yi looked like such a little daughter.

"If you don't want to, forget it, after all, this is set by the village chief, if your parents are still there, I'm afraid they won't want to, we don't force it......"

Seeing that Meng Yi didn't express his position for a long time, Mo Laosan thought that she was embarrassed to refuse like this, after all, she also grew up, and she was also her own daughter, not an outsider, and it was not easy to force it.

"Dad, what did you say!"

Meng Yijiao snorted, grabbed her cheeks and ran out, leaving the two couples with different faces.

"Hahaha, this kid ......"

After a long time, the hearty laughter of the two people came from the house, filling the ordinary farmhouse courtyard.