Sijun's legs were a little numb, and she stood up staggeringly. The villagers behind her suddenly became quiet. She turned home and the crowd automatically gave way to her. No one spoke, Sijun didn't look at anyone, so she walked forward step by step...

"Stop!" The middle-aged man caught up with Sijun, looked down at the girl like Dou Ding, and couldn't help but sigh, "Oh!" He held his hands behind his back, his fists tightened, "Where can you go? Come home with me!" Knowing that the wife at home would not agree... Ke Sijun's father, Wen Dongfang, is the only son, and she has no other relatives to surrender. She is still such a small baby, and she can't survive alone!

"Wen Erfang, what do you want to do when you bring this broom star back?" A fat and round woman appeared in the crowd, followed by a thin boy. Seeing Sijun looking at him, she hid behind her mother again. But she couldn't help but look at her quietly from the gap in his mother's arms.

"Chen Xiaoli!" Wen Erfang saw that the villagers around him bowed their heads and laughed. He didn't know where he was afraid that everyone would know the reputation inside him. Looking at his wife's righteous look, it was really... it was really...

"What do you call me? Her mother poisoned his father, I think she deserved it!" Chen Xiaoli put her round waist on her and spit thick phlegm on the ground. "When Dongfang died, she died! If she doesn't do serious business every day, she knows gambling, and she knows prostitution. If there is no food at home, she has to borrow it. If you ask the villagers and neighbors here, who has never been borrowed? But who has his family?" Seeing everyone nodding in agreement, she raised her chin proudly. "This woman made a mistake! But I think her biggest mistake is not to find the wrong man or give birth to the wrong child!"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Wen Erfang hurriedly wanted to stop her. His little body was already trembling. What can she know about a baby who is only three years old?

"I'm not talking nonsense!" Chen Xiaoli pointed to Sijun's nose, then clicked on the left and right, "It's the star of the Sangmen! Before she was not her, the couple lived a sweet life. Since she was born, the family either beat or smashed, and it took a long time to calm down. Let me tell you, Wen Erfang! My Wen Sheng is going to become a god! You are taking her home, aren't you feeling uncomfortable and unlucky?" You must not let the broom star enter the door, his beautiful eyes are just staring at a young age, and he is not a peace of mind when he grows up!

Sijun looked up at her and could only see several folded chins. Last time she heard: Her kang collapsed! Could it be that she was crushed by her fertile body? She looked back and looked at the water surface where there was no clue...

Mother, I'm leaving!

Wen Erfang saw Sijun bypassing them and continuing to walk forward. When the villagers saw her approaching, they hurriedly stepped back, as if they met a toad in the summer field, disgusting and disgusting. He looked at his wife's completely uncontroversial look, gritted her teeth, and still caught up with the small figure. He couldn't let the child leave like this! What about adults has nothing to do with the child, she should grow up healthy.

"Where can you go? Go home with your uncle!" He squatted in front of Sijun and held her shoulders. This child was even thinner than he looked.

"Wen Village Chief!" Sijun's voice was small and glutinous, and it sounded very comfortable. "I have no home anymore."

She looked at the pond not far away with a point of view, and Wen Erfang's eyes also looked. Although there was nothing, a cold air came from his heart. He was so shocked that he let go of his hand. Sijun smiled gratefully at him, and even more shocked that he sat down on the ground. He was also muttering what his wife said just now, could she be... she is really a broom star?

Sijun did not stop, and continued to move forward...

On weekdays, I like to see the village chief being pulled by her wife. Now she doesn’t want to see it anymore. My father is dead, and my mother is dead... My mother often says: You are three years old and a big child, and you have to learn to be independent. When my mother said this, did she foresee the result today?

She finally stopped!

The vermilion paint on the door of Huang Nilei's house was already mottled. If it weren't for the sound of falling and falling in the past, this place would be more like a abandoned haunted house.

This is...her former home!

When I opened the door, some dust fell on the porch, as if it was falling into my eyes, which was a little painful and a little sore...

She walked in and opened the wooden wardrobe. The "squeak" sounded sour. She took out a black square cloth, spread it flat on the table, placed her small clothes and pants neatly on it, then wrapped it, tied it knots. She opened the mezzanine of the wardrobe and took out a piece of yellowed tissue paper. Her mother said: This is a silver note of 100 taels! The expression she said this was very strange... It seemed that she looked down on it, and it seemed that she was remembering something... Then, she suddenly showed a sweet smile. It was the first time Sijun saw her mother laughing like this... It was also the only time!

Sijun secretly learned that 100 taels are already a lot of money for the people in the village, and they can buy all the land in the village. But my mother would rather go to the mountains to collect herbs or borrow food from her neighbors, but she never took it out. She folded the silver notes into small pieces, put them in the sachet on her neck, and put them close to her body. After a circle, there was nothing to bring. Now that she left the village, there would definitely be good villagers asking questions. My mother said: They are not bad in heart, but they are bad things...

A series of running sounds came to an abrupt end at the door, and then there were a few hesitant knocks on the door, "Is there... anyone at home?" It was Wen Sheng's voice.

"No one!" Sijun threw the package back into the closet, sat on the stool, and did not go out.

A little head poked out at the door and said to her cowardly: "Aren't you human?"

"No!" She deliberately lowered her head and raised her eyes so that more whites of her eyes would appear and look even more scary.

"Ah~" The high octave scream and the sound of fast escape sounded at the same time, as if there was a sound of the door fence being knocked down.

Sichen didn't go out, and this place was no longer home! It would be broken if the thing broke, and it was no big deal. She turned around and opened the wardrobe, touched her small package, carried it on her body. She tore up a piece of white bed sheet, picked up the stones on the ground and smeared it on it.

"That...that...my father said, let you go home with me, we can support you...I...I'll leave first! Come here quickly!" Wen Sheng didn't even dare to enter the house. After shouting from a distance, another gust of wind ran away.

The sky gradually darkened, and oil lamps outside lit up the rooms, and the noise of the day also entered every household with the lights. Some cursed, some laughed, and some whispered...

Standing at the door of the village chief's house, his wife's loud voice was still inside, still talking about how she was so depressed...

Sijun bowed to the door. Although Wen Erfang presided over the pond, she still expressed her willingness to take care of herself. Compared with the villagers who hide from her and hate her, it was already considered good. She folded the sheets in her hands neatly and pressed them under the stone at the door, hoping that they could see them!

Walking all the way to the entrance of the village, the waves ahead were sparkling and the breeze was blowing. She stood by the pond with her package, kicking the ground with her feet. Some soil fell into the water, causing new ripples.

Mom, you said, I would like to thank my father for his care over the years!

But I haven't seen my father take care of us!

All he saw was: he came back drunk, either beating or scolding; the creditor came to collect debts, emptied everything that could be exchanged for money at home, and the rest was smashed to pieces by him; he asked a hooligan to live at home, and teased the filthy words, if you didn't understand pharmacology, I'm afraid...

She closed her eyes, stopped the unpleasant memories, pulled off the grass she saw during the day, wiped it with her clothes, and chewed it in her mouth... A bitter and bitter taste filled her mouth. She had to swallow it in three mouths, but she couldn't stand the smell and swallowed it in one bite!

"Look!" Sijun said to the water surface: "I can do it alone!"
Chapter completed!