The Burden of the 2000s (3)

Duan Qingen succeeded in making these children agree by complaining that they would never call Father Zheng a monster again.

Zheng Yuxuan was very happy. She never hesitated to praise her good friends; "Qing En, you are so amazing, you are so smart!"

Duan Qingen also accepted her praise unceremoniously.

The pretty little loli in a skirt was very happy: "They will definitely not dare to speak ill of my father in the future."

Duan Qingen: "Not necessarily, maybe they will say it again. Do you think they are people who keep their word?"

Children are inherently naughty.

It is absolutely impossible to keep what you say.

For example, they didn't want to do homework today, so they begged their parents, begged and begged, and promised that today would be the last time they didn't do homework. From the next day on, they would do whatever they wanted to do.

But wait until the next day, and the words will appear again.

So sometimes we really can’t blame parents for not being willing to discuss things with their children. In fact, some children just throw away what they say and throw it away.

Duan Qing'en; "We have to think of other ways."

Ten minutes later, the little boy in underpants sat on the big rock in the wasteland behind the building. A group of children around him listened attentively to his speech:

"Liu Xiaoliang looked up and found that the person talking to him actually had an eye. No, it was not an eye. It was a giant with eyes as big as a human."

"The giant's body was densely covered with thorns. He was crying out in pain while talking. He said to Liu Xiaoliang, if you help me remove the thorns, I will give you a gift. Liu Xiaoliang looked at the giant's eyes, which were taller than himself. , shook his head and said, 'No, you are too big. How long will it take for me to remove the thorn from you? The Queen Bee is still waiting for me to go back with the nectar. If I can't go back within an hour, she won't let go. Miss Butterfly's."

"The giant's voice was as loud as the sound of a bell in a temple. He said, 'I am a time giant. I can control time. When you help me pull out the thorn, I can control time not to move. In this case, no matter you help me No matter how long you pull it out, the time will not change. After pulling it out, you can still go home. Seeing that Liu Xiaoliang was still hesitating, the giant said, "If you help me, I will give you a watch that can stop time as long as you want." Stop time, press and hold stop, and everyone else’s time will stop except you. How about it, do you want to help me pull it out?'"

At this point, he stopped.

The children who had been listening raptly on the side immediately became anxious and urged one by one:

"Hurry up and continue talking. Did Liu Xiaoliang agree to help him remove the thorn?"

"You must have agreed, right? If it were me, I would definitely agree."

"My cousin has a watch. It's very beautiful. He even let me wear it for a while."

Most of the families living in their Tongzilou do not have TV sets. Even if they do, most of the TV remote controls are in the hands of adults. Even during the holidays, these children are probably not allowed to watch TV.

After all, a family nowadays refers to parents-in-law, sons, daughters-in-law, and grandchildren, but no young people get married and live alone.

My parents have gone to work, but my grandparents are still at home.

At their age, walking is afraid of hurting their bodies, and they can't do work. Their greatest pleasure is watching TV in the house.

The elderly love their grandchildren, but there is no conflict between loving their grandchildren and not letting them watch TV.

Watching TV is not good for your eyes. Children, if you want to play, just go out and run around. Why don't you try to fight over the TV with these old guys?

Children these days don't dote on them too much, especially where Duan Qingen lives. Most of the parents who live in Tongzilou treat their children the same way their parents treated them when they were children.

Disobedient? beat!

Not studying? beat!

Not sensible? beat!

Anyway, what you spank is the buttocks, and you slap them with your own fleshy palms. Today's children have very strong skin and cannot be beaten.

Some of them don’t remember the beatings long enough, so they’ll continue the beatings next time. Most of them work from morning to night, and at most they come back at noon to cook, but they don’t have time to educate their children properly.

If you encounter someone who is disobedient, you will also scold him for being a little brat who is not aware of his blessings despite his blessings.

For example, when they were young, it was difficult to eat meat.

Now they go to school every day, and after school they just run around and play around every day. I don't know how happy they are.

If you are so happy, how can you have the nerve to compete with an old man who has suffered all your life for TV?

As for little books, cards, jumping frogs, and giant spinning tops, I won’t buy these.

Children, running and jumping is enough, why buy all this mess?

Therefore, among the children, if anyone has a little book or picture book, they have to pass it around to each other.

One can imagine how excited and anxious they were when they heard Duan Qingen tell such a story that was in line with children's expectations and fantasies when they were poor in knowledge and entertainment.

However, no matter what they said, the fair and clean little boy just bit him to death and didn't say anything today.

"I'm tired, and I haven't finished my homework yet. I have to go back and do my homework."

Immediately, an impatient child grabbed his arm and begged: "Qing En, just finish what you said. What happened next? Did Liu Xiaoliang save the butterfly princess? Did he help the giant pull out the thorn? He actually did it." Will you give him a watch with time magic? "

Duan Qingen was particularly determined.

"I won't tell you. I asked you to play before, but you didn't play with me. I don't want to tell you."

"We will play with you. You can play whatever you want. How about you be the eagle and we can play Eagle Catches Little □□."

A group of children tried to please the fair-skinned boy in front of them to hear the next story, but Duan Qingen was unmoved.

"Anyway, I don't want to talk about it today. Okay, I'm going home to do my homework. Don't follow me."

After saying that, he took Zheng Yuxuan, who had been looking at him with admiration.

Some children wanted to catch up and ask, but Duan Qingen said: "If you bother me again, I won't tell you tomorrow."

They could only sit on the big rock depressedly, scratching their heads and thinking about what the rest of the story was.

On the other side, the two children went upstairs and sat at the desk. Zheng Yuxuan was looking at his good friend with admiration.

"Qing'en, did you come up with this story yourself? You are so awesome, what's next? Did Liu Xiaoliang save the butterfly princess? Did he take the wings that the butterfly princess gave him home?"

Facing his childhood sweetheart, Duan Qing'en certainly couldn't deliberately keep silent like he did to those children.

He said honestly: "I don't know either, I just made these up."

It's like an online novel author without an outline who doesn't know what he wants to write before he puts his hands on the keyboard.

It's made up on the spur of the moment, so of course he writes whatever he thinks of.

Zheng Yuxuan's face was immediately filled with disappointment: "You don't know either."

Duan Qing'en: "How about this, tell me what ending you want, and I will tell it according to your idea next time."

Hearing a story and participating in a story, of course the latter is more popular with children.

Zheng Yuxuan was so happy, "Really?"

"Of course, you can, you are my best friend."

So in the following morning, Zheng Yuxuan didn't do his homework, and concentrated on writing his ideas about the direction of the story in his notebook.

When she encountered a word that she couldn't write but knew how to pronounce, she would look it up in the dictionary.

Duan Qingen was doing her homework on the side, occasionally looking at how she was doing.

Zheng Yuxuan, who was writing a story for the first time, was very enthusiastic. She was so happy that she didn't even look up the dictionary and wrote the pinyin directly. She wrote a whole page.

When Wang Xiuhong came back, she saw that the two children were concentrating on writing. She didn't quarrel with them. She washed her hands and started cooking.

When it was almost time for dinner, Zheng Yuxuan's mother came to call her home for dinner.

Although Zheng's mother was not very good-looking, she had a very gentle temperament. She was really not old. It might be because she had to work hard to make money since her husband had an accident. She looked nearly ten years older than Wang Xiuhong.

Fortunately, Zheng's father was not the kind of man who would never do housework even if he didn't make money. Although he only had one arm and one leg, he began to learn to do housework with one leg against the wall when he was at home.

He couldn't do mopping the floor without balance, but he could still do cooking and cooking.

Mother Zheng felt sorry for him, so she would cook for him during holidays.

Today was the day when Mother Zheng cooked.

Zheng Yuxuan, who was writing enthusiastically, quickly covered the notebook and whispered to Duan Qingen: "I'll put this notebook here with you, you must not let anyone see it."

Even if she knew that what she wrote would definitely be adapted and read out by Duan Qingen, there was still a big difference between being heard by peers and being seen by parents.

Duan Qingen patted his chest in a serious manner; "Don't worry, I will definitely put it away for you."

Zheng Yuxuan went home.

If nothing unexpected happened, she would be asked to take a nap after lunch.

Wang Xiuhong would not ask Duan Qingen to do this. In order to make more money, she usually left after dinner and washed the dishes, letting Duan Qingen move freely, whether he wanted to go out to play or stay at home for a nap.

That's why she knew her son was well-behaved and wouldn't run around. If it was a naughty kid like Chen Zhanhao, Wang Xiuhong would definitely take her son to the factory.

Without her husband, Wang Xiuhong found that there was no difference.

The only difference might be that there were no wine glasses on the table, and no voice scolding her for always cooking the same few dishes.

The mother and son finished their meal peacefully, and Wang Xiuhong went to work.

After she left, Duan Qingen, who she thought would stay at home for a nap, opened the drawer, took out the manuscript and painting he had written in the morning, and then found the picture book that Wang Xiuhong bought for him, looked at the address written on the last page, and found a piece of paper to copy it down.

Then he put all these things in a bag and carried it all the way to the post office.

There were still people on duty at the post office. Seeing Duan Qingen, a fair-skinned and well-behaved little kid coming over, the voice of the girl in her early twenties on duty softened a bit.

She deliberately came out of the way and spoke in a gentle tone, as if she was afraid of scaring the child in front of her who looked particularly well-behaved.

"Little friend, what are you doing in the post office? Are you lost?"

"Hello, sister."

Duan Qingen greeted her first, then handed her the bag, deliberately lowering her voice, making her already childish voice sound even more tender.

"I want to send something."

Sending something, such a young child coming to send something by himself?

This girl had seen children being sent to mail things before, but she had never seen one as young as Duan Qingen.

In addition to his young age, he was also very well-behaved, with a white and clean face, clean body, and even the shoes on his feet were not stained.

You know, this is really rare for a child in this era when children are playing around.

Why did his parents let such a shy child come to mail things alone?

The girl thought to herself, but her smile became more gentle after meeting Duan Qingen's clear black eyes.

"Little friend, what are you going to mail?"

Duan Qingen handed the bag in his hand up again, "It's the one in this."

The girl picked up the bag, took out the paper from it, and said gently: "We have to weigh the things we send here, let me weigh them for you first."

She took out the notebook and picture book inside, and was stunned by the wings that were spreading their wings and flying in the picture book.

"What is this?"

Duan Qingen puffed out his chest, revealing a child's unique pride on his face.

"I drew it."

"You drew it? It's so good."

The girl was not stingy with her praise for such a cute child, not to mention that she was not praising him against her conscience, but she really thought that the phoenix was drawn very well.

You know, this is not the information age like the future. People at this time basically rely on telephones, and TVs are not available in every household. Although it is said that in less than ten years, many families will basically have all the configurations, but now, at this time when development has just begun, most people are still rarely exposed to new things.

Therefore, such a situation as realistic painting is difficult to appear unless it is gifted or has been taught since childhood.

You can imagine how this girl felt when she saw that such a young child could draw such a gorgeous phoenix.

At this moment, she had two feelings in her heart.

One: I am so useless that I can't even draw an egg at my age, and I am not as good as a child.

Second: How old does this child look? It's amazing that he can draw such a great picture without even going to elementary school.

These two feelings bounced back and forth in her heart, and finally merged together.

After all, there is no conflict between thinking that children are great and thinking that you are useless.

She turned a few pages and saw that the paintings at the back were of almost excellent quality. She immediately admired the little kid in front of her even more.

"Did you really draw this? You are so great. Who did you learn from?"

Duan Qingen tried to act like a child who said "I am so proud".

There is no way, children are like this, they can't hold back when they are praised.

He: "I drew it myself following the picture book. I drew this phoenix after I went to see the phoenix stone tablet in the old forest."

The girl was even more surprised.

When she heard about drawing following the picture book, she thought Duan Qingen meant that he put the paper on the picture and then printed and traced it.

But when she heard about the phoenix stone tablet at the back, she didn't dare to believe it.

There is a phoenix stone tablet in their old forest. It is said that it was left by the former queen. Later, people said that they wanted to throw away the feudal superstitions. This stone tablet could not be smashed, so it was carried and thrown to the old forest.

When she was young, she went to see this stone tablet. The carving was indeed very realistic and delicate, as if there was really a phoenix on it.

Now look, the phoenix on the sketchbook in her hand is exactly the same as the one on the stone tablet.

But it is normal for children to draw according to the book. Seeing that the stone tablet that cannot be printed was copied and painted like this, she was really shocked.

Moreover, the child in front of her said that he drew it by himself without any teacher.

This is too unbelievable.

The girl squatted down, looked at Duan Qingen seriously and asked, "Little boy, did you really draw this yourself? It wasn't drawn by an adult, and there was no teacher teaching you?"

Duan Qingen nodded, "Yes."

Girl, "..."

She looked up and down at the little boy in front of her. His clothes were not expensive, but ordinary. He was fair-skinned, his exposed arms were also white and tender, and his face was much cuter than other children.

Not to mention his good-looking features, other children of his age were running around, their faces were tanned and dirty, and their shoes could make their toes stick out, but he was clean and tidy, and he was likable just by looking at him.

Such a well-behaved child, he would never lie.

The girl stood up half-believingly, walked behind the table, and asked, "Where do you want to send it to?"

Duan Qingen took out the piece of paper with the address and phone number written on it from the bag she returned to her and handed it over.

"I want to send it here."

The girl also knows how to read, otherwise she wouldn't be able to work for the government.

She looked at the address above, "Publishing house?"

"Yes."

Duan Qingen tried to make his eyes full of desire.

In the girl's eyes, he was a cute and fair-skinned little boy with a face full of expectations, a pair of black grape-like eyes sparkling as if containing stars, and said in a childish voice:

"I want to submit my stories and paintings to a publishing house. Won't they accept manuscripts? Mine is also a manuscript, right?"

"That's right..."

The girl looked with some embarrassment at the stories written in the primary school students' homework books and the beautiful paintings drawn in the small drawing books.

"But you are so young, it is the time when you should study hard. If you do this, it will affect your grades."

As a child, studying and studying is the right thing to do. There is no need to delay business for these reasons.

What's more, although this girl didn't understand, she could guess that most of the manuscripts in publishing houses like this must be written by acquaintances. It was very normal for Duan Qingen to send the manuscripts directly and have them rejected.

She said, "You charge one dollar for sending these. Do you have money?"

Adults usually rarely give money to such a young child. Since this child came here on his own, he should have no money, right?

Then she watched as Duan Qingen stood up on tiptoes and put the one dollar bill in his hand on the table.

Continue to look at her expectantly with starry eyes.

girl:"……"

She felt that this dollar would definitely be wasted.

She continued to advise: "If you like to draw, you can study while drawing first, and wait until you are a little older before submitting for submission. You are still too young now, and drawing is really energy-consuming. You will delay studying for this. It’s really about sacrificing the basics for the sake of the end.”

As soon as she finished speaking, the girl saw that the little boy in front of her who was looking at her obediently suddenly had red eyes.

Not only were his eyes red, but he also let out a sob.

girl:"???"

What's going on? Her voice just now seemed to be quite gentle. Why is this child crying? ?

Duan Qingen didn't intend to let the girl take the blame. He just let out a whimpering sound and covered his eyes, his voice full of sobs:

"My father, my father, is dead. Now it's very hard for my mother to raise me alone, so I thought, suck, I thought about submitting my manuscript to a publishing house. Our teacher said that the publishing house will pay the manuscript fee, so I thought Make money and help my mother..."

Sympathy immediately appeared on the girl's face, and she quickly coaxed: "Don't cry, don't cry, I'll do it for you, I'll do it for you now."

"Why don't you send it in an envelope? I happen to have an unused envelope here with a stamp on it. I'll fill it in for you and receive it from the editor. Then your letter will be sent directly to the editor. The editor knows He is the biggest editor of the publishing house. If he likes it, you can make money to help your mother. If he doesn’t like it, it doesn’t matter. You can study hard and help with housework, which will also help your mother. "

After covering his eyes for a long time, with tears welling up in his eyes and the ends of his eyes red, the pitiful little boy raised his head and said weakly:

"Thank you sister, sister, you are so kind."

What a polite kid.

At such a young age, he is so polite, so good at drawing, and he also knows how to help his family share the pressure.

It would be great if she gets married and has children like this.

While thinking about it, she quickly helped Duan Qingen put these into the envelope and write the address.

Duan Qingen continued to talk sweetly: "Thank you, sister. Sister, will they reply to me?"

The girl was not sure. She recalled her classmates who had submitted manuscripts to the publishing house when they were in school. She said uncertainly: "They should reply within a month. It will take some time to send your letter. If there is a reply, It will take some time to send it back.”

Duan Qingen nodded, "Thank you, sister."

"It's okay. You're welcome. Do you have a phone at home? Leave a phone number. If there is a letter from you, I will call you and ask you to pick it up."

The Duan family doesn't have a phone. It's not that they can't afford it, but that Duan's father doesn't like phones.

Because of his violent temper and bad temper, his family severed ties with him, and his colleagues didn't like him and didn't want to associate with him. No one called him after he set up his phone, which only reminded him of what a failure he was.

Duan Qingen said: "I don't have a phone at home, but I can come here every day. Please help me pay attention to it, sister."

"Okay, no problem."

The girl agreed immediately.

Whether it was because of the child's polite temper or his miserable family background, she was willing to help him.

When she saw the well-behaved little boy walking out of the post office, she sighed.

Such a well-behaved child, how could he be so unlucky to be without a father at such a young age?

However, he said that his father had just died, and since the child was so young, his father must not be too old.

It's impossible to die of illness at such a young age, it can only be an accident.

She immediately thought of the man who drowned a few days ago.

It seems that he is under thirty years old, so he is of the right age and at the right time.

The girl packed the things on the table and sighed with emotion again.

Hey, things are unpredictable.

The child is still so young and has no father.

Duan Qingen on the other side mailed the things and walked all the way back.

There is a trail leading back to the big yard.

This path is relatively narrow, so if two people who don't deal with each other happen to meet by chance, it will be a naked | narrow encounter.

By chance, Duan Qingen met the old lady on the first floor opposite.

This old lady's surname is Jin, a very tacky surname, and the person is just as tacky as the surname, no, even more tacky than the surname.

She's the quintessential bad guy who gets old.

She doesn't do bad things directly and openly, but she opens her mouth and doesn't forgive others.

For example, there was once a young daughter-in-law who offended her. She directly spread rumors that this little daughter-in-law was stealing someone, and she swore so much that the police even came.

The young daughter-in-law's husband was so angry that he kicked his wife out of the house in the middle of the night. The couple's relationship broke down. Later, they divorced and both of them moved away.

From this incident, we can see how unforgiving this old lady Jin is.

The reason why she targeted Wang Xiuhong was simple.

Because her husband went out for a walk that day and happened to see Wang Xiuhong coming back from shopping for groceries, so he complimented her after returning.

It is said that the Duan family's daughter-in-law is pretty good-looking, she looks like a star.

It was this sentence that stirred up a hornet's nest.

Old Mrs. Jin did not blame her husband for praising someone else's daughter-in-law, but she thought it was because Wang Xiuhong looked too "evil" that she seduced her husband.

Instead of venting her anger on her wife, she relied on Wang Xiuhong's good temper and kept beeping on her lips, refusing to let her go.

Wang Xiuhong still doesn't know why the old lady downstairs is always targeting her.

Duan's father hated trouble. Wang Xiuhong told him that once the old lady downstairs scolded her for no reason, but Duan's father scolded her instead. If she was really fine, why would anyone else scold her?

From then on, she stopped talking to her husband and seeking comfort. Every time the old lady opened her voice, she pretended to be deaf.

Wang Xiuhong has this kind of temperament. When something happens, she can endure grievances.

But she never imagined that people could be as disrespectful as Mrs. Jin. She could even say nasty words to a child who had just entered first grade.

And because the original owner was timid, he knew that it was a bad thing for Old Mrs. Jin to curse and curse him when she met him, and he didn't want his mother to worry, so he kept it secret alone.

In this way, he endured the abuse from his father's death until his death.

Now, Duan Qingen meets Old Mrs. Jin.

As soon as Old Mrs. Jin saw him, the expression on her face dropped. This old lady was not good at anything else. She was definitely good at teasing. The most common expression on her face was a cold frown. As time went by, her face became ferocious. When he got up, he looked mean at first glance.

Seeing Duan Qingen, she stopped immediately: "Isn't this a child of the Duan family? I heard that your father is dead? Or did he drown because he drank too much? I have said it before, drinking and drinking every day, so drunk that you can walk He can't even walk steadily, he just can't drown, and he will die in a wine bottle sooner or later."

Mrs. Jin feels proud now.

What could be more worthy of celebration than a man who’s “little goblin” he despised died.

When she used to scold this "little goblin" sometimes, if she saw Duan's father coming back, she would feel panicked.

After all, Father Duan and Wang Xiuhong are different.

Wang Xiuhong has a weak temperament and can't do anything no matter how angry she is, but Duan's father is a big man, and he can drink so much that he walks around smelling of alcohol every day.

What if you accidentally offend him and he knocks on your door?

Now it's okay, this "goblin" has defeated the man to death. Without the man to support her, of course she can say whatever she wants.

Thinking like this, Mrs. Jin straightened her waist even more.

She looked at the fair and clean child in front of her maliciously, and said to him deliberately: "Do you know how your father died? It was all your mother's death. It was the first day I saw you mother. I knew that when I was young, her appearance and face were definitely a Kefu look. It’s really pitiful, just because of you | Mom, you don’t have a father now.”

Duan Qingen looked at Old Mrs. Jin in front of him quietly.

People are more or less evil.

For example, I would say to the children of relatives who came home with my mother, your mother gave you to me, and your mother went back alone, and you stayed in our house, and then watched the children hide behind their mothers in fear, and then they Laughing with relatives.

Of course, 80% of people who do this were also frightened in this way when they were children.

When I was a child, I would think that this relative was so annoying.

When you grow up, you can become more enthusiastic about scaring other children. You think this child is so cute and fun.

There are also some things that go too far when teasing children, such as saying to a child who has just had a second child, "Mom and Dad will not want you after they have a brother and sister. From now on, parents will only love your brother and sister." .

These are a little bit malicious.

But this was the first time Duan Qingen heard someone say such malicious words to a child.

To say to a seven-year-old ignorant child who can't tell right from wrong, it was you | mother who killed your father.

This is simply a naked provocation.

What kind of malice and black-heartedness could lead to such nonsense on a child who had just lost his father.

And Mrs. Jin continued to say: "Don't take it seriously, everything I said is true. Look at your mother's appearance. You can tell she likes to hook up with men. I saw your grandma coming, and she Are you asking your mother to remarry? Then you are just a drag, eh, your mother won't find any good man with you. "

"Everything I said to you is good, otherwise you go back and tell your mother that she is no longer willing to do what she dares to do. Just go back and tell her that it was me who said that she is a bitch, and she is still a husband. , Anyway, I am telling the truth that I am not afraid of anything.”

Children over seven years old can already understand good and bad words.

How could a child go home and learn these words from his mother?

No wonder the original owner has been very timid and afraid of getting along with others since he was a child. He even suffered from depression later on.

I've been told a lot of vicious words every time, but I still can't talk to others. It's strange that my personality can become more cheerful.

Old Mrs. Jin said a lot more, such as, "Your mother is a witch and a seductress who likes to seduce men, and you are a dragster. With you around, your mother will definitely not be able to remarry, and even if she does, she will definitely find a random man to marry." This is all your fault."

Then she discovered that Duan Qingen didn't make any movement at all, and just kept looking at her blankly without saying a word.

It shouldn't be, why isn't this child crying?

This was the first time that Mrs. Jin stopped Duan Qingen from saying these words. She didn't dare to do anything before. She dared to offend Wang Xiuhong because she knew that Wang Xiuhong would not be able to quarrel with her, but Duan Qingen did not dare to do anything more.

After all, men may not protect their wives, but most men will still protect their children.

What if she knew her son was being bullied and the drunkard came to settle a score with her.

But now she is not afraid.

Duan's father is dead, so what should she be afraid of?

She just wanted to say these words to Duan Qingen to make him think that his father was killed by his mother. It would be best if their relationship between mother and son was not good.

Mrs. Jin's abacus was good, but for some reason, Duan Qing'en, who should be said to be crying, never made any movement.

He just kept looking at her quietly.

Mrs. Jin frowned and cursed disdainfully: "You are really just as dull-tempered as your | mother. You will definitely not be able to make a fortune when you grow up. Maybe you will have to rely on your | mother to support you for the rest of your life."

"No, I made a mistake. If your mother doesn't want you anymore, she can't support you. Just wait, she will definitely remarry, and then you will have no father or mother. Listen to me, you can Try your best to stop you | Mom, don't let her remarry, otherwise you will be an orphan in the future. "

Of course, she couldn't really mean it for Duan Qingen when she said this. She was still calculating. According to Wang Xiuhong's appearance, although she didn't want to admit that she was good-looking, she was indeed the type that men liked.

As long as she wants to remarry, she can still find a partner quickly.

By then, wouldn’t it be possible to live a happy and worry-free life again?

How could such a woman live a happy life, look like a temptress, and overpower men? Of course she would have to be a widow with children all her life and endure hardships.

Mrs. Jin thought very well, but Duan Qingen didn't respond at all.

She gradually began to feel that something was wrong.

The little boy standing in front of him had black hair and fair skin. The color of his face did not look like normal whiteness, but more like paleness.

He stood there, a pair of dark eyes staring straight at him. How could a child of this age have such terrifying eyes?

A gust of wind blew by. Duan Qing'en, who was standing there with an indescribable strangeness all over his body, stared straight at Old Mrs. Jin, stood on tiptoes, looked in her direction, and took a step forward.

The hairs all over Mrs. Jin's body stood up with this step.

She was originally a superstitious old lady. For a moment, a series of possibilities flashed through her mind, including the fact that Duan's father, a dead man, came to see her because he could not see his son being bullied.

Another gust of wind blew by. Duan Qing'en, who had been silent and staring at Old Mrs. Jin with his dark eyes with a pale face, took another step forward.

He slowly extended his hand to Mrs. Jin.

"Ghost!!!"

She screamed, threw away the vegetable basket, and ran faster than anyone else, dragging her old body with her.

In the blink of an eye, he was gone.

Seeing that Mrs. Jin disappeared, Duan Qingen moved his neck, rubbed his face, and continued to skip home like an ordinary child.

It was just a matter of scaring an old lady, which was very simple for him.

That afternoon, Mrs. Jin told everyone she met that Duan Qingen was possessed by a ghost, and she said it very eloquently:

"He was standing there with a pale face, looking at me without turning his eyes. His body looked so stiff, like a dead person, and he was walking towards me. I was so scared that I ran away quickly. ”

"Tell me, this kid usually seems gloomy and unsociable to me, but I didn't expect him to attract ghosts."

She swore to the people who were listening to her words with disbelief and half-belief; "His father must have taken possession of his son. This is not possible. We need to find a master to take a look."

There was a lot of chatter in the yard, and Wang Xiuhong was back.

She was too tired and had no intention of listening to what these people were saying. She dragged her exhausted body up the stairs, but was stopped by Mrs. Jin.

"From the Duan family, wait."

Her condescending tone made those who didn't know think that back in ancient times or the Republic of China, mother-in-law called daughter-in-law.

Wang Xiuhong turned around in confusion and saw Mrs. Jin directly saying: "Your son is possessed by a ghost."

"I saw it with my own eyes. His face was extremely pale, his mouth was blood red, and his eyes were as black as coal. He just stood there and stared at people without speaking."

"Your man died violently. Is he not willing to die, so he came to your son? This is not good. If you ask me, you should invite a master to come and give him a good salvation. Don't let your man kill you again. My son was also taken away.”

This was almost a blatant curse that her son would die early.

Wang Xiuhong's face looked ugly.

She can tolerate others talking about herself, no matter what, but she can't tolerate talking about her son.

"Old Mrs. Jin, my son is just weak, so his face is a little pale. His lips are his original lip color. He has always been like this. He has been growing up in front of you for seven years. His eyes, the eyes of a child are not the same. Are they all black? My son is just quiet, can you stop saying that?"

Old Mrs. Jin snorted coldly; "I saw it with my own eyes. I said a lot of things to him, but he remained silent and still acted like that. It's not like he was possessed by a ghost."

Someone nearby saw Wang Xiuhong's face turning pale with anger and said quickly: "Qing'en is only seven years old. What does he know about such an older child? If you talk to him, you are talking to a cow. Of course he will ignore you."

But Mrs. Jin insisted that it was Duan Qingen who was possessed by a ghost.

How could such a small child have such eyes?

While several people were arguing, Duan Qingen came down from upstairs.

Seeing Wang Xiuhong saying something with an angry expression, he ran over and called out "Mom".

Others saw that the rightful owner had arrived and said quickly: "Qing En is here, let's just ask Qing En what's going on."

As she spoke, the aunt who spoke asked Duan Qingen; "Qingen, did you meet Grandma Jin this afternoon? When she was talking to you, did you ignore her and just stood there looking at her?"

The fair and clean little boy had a timid look on his face and did not answer. Instead, he carefully hid behind his mother, holding on to the corner of her clothes and only revealing half of his face.

He is good-looking to begin with, but when he raises his head slightly and looks timid at the adults, it is enough to make any woman with children at home lose her maternal instincts and feel weak.

At least the voice of the aunt who came up with a way to confront her was gentler than before.

"Don't be afraid, just tell the truth."

Mrs. Jin sneered. With so many people here, she was no longer afraid.

Anyway, as long as she proves that Duan Qingen is possessed by a ghost, and asks Wang Xiuhong to pay a master to drive away the ghost, everything will be fine.

It would be best to ask the Duan family to compensate her some more money, after all, she was frightened.

"What can he say? He was possessed by a ghost at that time. He doesn't know shit."

Wang Xiuhong frowned and glanced at Old Mrs. Jin who was talking dirty. She carefully took her son into her arms, protected him carefully, softened her voice and coaxed softly:

"Qing'en, don't be afraid. Tell your mother, did you meet Grandma Jin this afternoon?"

The child version of Duan Qingen hid his face in his mother's clothes, and his voice was thin and weak, which was particularly pitiful:

"I dare not say..."

Mrs. Jin clapped her hands, her face already clear: "Did you see it? He didn't dare to say it. He himself was afraid of ghosts, otherwise why didn't he dare to say it?"

Everyone present could see that following Mrs. Jin's words, the whole body of the little boy hiding in his mother's arms trembled.

The distressed Wang Xiuhong quickly patted her son's back to comfort her, raised her head, and used a stern voice for the first time: "Can you stop interrupting all the time? I'm asking the child, don't you see that the child is scared!"

This was the first time Wang Xiuhong spoke to Old Mrs. Jin in this tone, and she was immediately stunned.

In the past, she just pointed at Wang Xiuhong's nose and scolded her, but I didn't see how tough she was.

Why is it that when a man dies, he seems to be a changed person?

And before she could react and continue her attack, the fair-skinned boy who had been carefully hiding finally raised his head. He looked timidly at Old Mrs. Jin, his voice was low and timid, but his words were clear enough for everyone present to hear her clearly.

"Grandma Jin said that I was a wine bottle. She also said that my father deserved to die. She said that even if my father did not fall into the river and drown, he would die in a wine bottle."

"She also said that I would never be able to make a living in this life, and that my mother would definitely abandon me, and I would become an orphan without a father and a mother. I was too scared to speak, and then she left. She also said, let me go back Tell my mother that she is telling the truth."

Everyone present was stunned.

Including Mrs. Jin.

She really didn't expect that a kid like Duan Qingen would have such a good memory, and that he would actually say it in front of so many people.

Having said so many words before, Mrs. Jin really couldn't remember what she said specifically now that she thought about it, but she was certain that she definitely didn't say it in the order that Duan Qingen said it.

"You little brat, you..."

"Who are you scolding!!!"

There was a roar, and before anyone else could react, Wang Xiuhong rushed forward, stretched out her nails and clawed at Old Mrs. Jin's face fiercely.

As a mother, it doesn't matter what you say or how you are bullied, but when your child is bullied, even a rabbit will bite when it gets angry.

Besides, Mrs. Jin is really going too far.

How could she say such vicious words to a child? Qing En is only seven years old. What does he know as a child?

If he really listened to these words, what would happen if something happened in the future?

It was okay to say that the child was hopeless, but she actually said that she would abandon Qing En and that he would become an orphan.

This is too damaging for a small child.

Wang Xiuhong's face turned red with anger. At this moment, she didn't care about anything. She only had one thought in her mind, which was to tear this old pious woman's mouth apart.

After all, Wang Xiuhong is a young man, and Mrs. Jin is just an old lady no matter how powerful her mouth is. If the two of them fight, she is really no match for Wang Xiuhong.

There were people who started the fight, but no one really tried to pull Wang Xiuhong away.

After all, everyone heard what the child said just now. If Mrs. Jin said such words to such a young child, don't blame her mother for being anxious.

What a good-natured person Wang Xiuhong is, who among the people living in the Tongzi Building in this courtyard doesn't know that?

But no matter how good-natured a woman is, she still protects her cubs.

This old lady Jin usually has such a bad mouth, she can't talk about it. She is an old man and can't afford to be beaten. Even if others are unhappy with her in their hearts, they still have to put on a smile to welcome her.

It's fine now. Her husband had just died and she said such things to Wang Xiuhong's seven-year-old son. No wonder Wang Xiuhong exploded.

The person who started the fight was not sincere, and Wang Xiuhong was angry again, wishing that all the old and new grudges could be settled now. Old Mrs. Jin suffered a big loss. She waited until the others heard the noise and quickly went downstairs to start the fight, and she was kept suppressed. Only after beating her could she get up from the ground.

At this moment, her face was covered with blood marks.

Wang Xiuhong didn't know how to fight, scratch her face, or pinch her flesh. If she hadn't disliked the old lady for being dirty, she would have wanted to bite her. After being pulled away, she was still panting and trying to come over under the pull of others.

"You old pious woman!! If you have the guts, come over here! If I don't beat you to death, let's see if you keep talking nonsense in the future!"

Old Mrs. Jin really didn't expect Wang Xiuhong to hit her.

She was also huffing and puffing, and when her brain came to her senses, she sat down directly on the ground and began to pat her thighs and pretend to cry:

"Hey, I'm so old and I'm still being beaten. Come out and take a look. The young man is beating the old man. He's beating the old man. Come out and take a look..."

They all live in the same courtyard, so no one knows who is who.

They all know how vicious, foul-mouthed and immoral Mrs. Jin is.

On the other hand, it's Wang Xiuhong, who has always been one of the best-tempered in the yard. Mrs. Jin bullied her so much before and didn't even see her doing anything. Now she actually beats someone?

Residents who didn't know what happened before had similar reactions.

What disgusting thing did Mrs. Jin do to actually force an honest person to do this?

She cried vigorously on her own, but no one helped her to condemn her, and no one spoke. More and more people came down, all in awkward silence.

It's not easy to gossip about this situation. Even if the people who came down later were curious and wanted to know what happened, they were too embarrassed to ask directly on the spot, so they could only stand there and watch.

Mrs. Jin cried for a long time without anyone to help her. She also felt that crying like this was too tiring and ineffective, so she simply patted the dirt on her body and stood up directly.

"You treat me like this, pay me!"

"Bah!"

Maybe if something really gets started, the next step will be much easier.

Wang Xiuhong, who is strong as a mother, completely lost her usual cowardice and talkativeness, and looked directly at Mrs. Jin fiercely: "You deserve it! I thought the beating was not hard enough!"

"Did your conscience get eaten by a dog or something? You said such disgusting words to me, Qing En, and you bullied me even as a child!"

Old Mrs. Jin bit her to death and wanted to pay for it: "Anyway, if you treat me like this, you have to pay for it, or I'll call the police and let the police arrest you."

Seeing that the commotion had reached the point of calling the police, the people nearby quickly advised, "Forget it, we are all neighbors, don't make it so ugly."

"I'm so unlucky to have such a neighbor! It's okay for you to run against me before, but you won't let my son go when he's so young. You'll call the police if you call the police. No one is afraid of who!"

Wang Xiuhong, however, had no intention of giving in.

It would be okay if she was bullied, but the person being bullied now is her Qing En.

This child has just lost his father and is at his most vulnerable. What does Mrs. Jin mean by saying this to him? ?

If the child is scared out of her mind, will she be responsible?

She must not retreat. She must suppress the evil fire of Old Mrs. Jin. Otherwise, she cannot move now and live in the same yard in the future. How can Old Mrs. Jin continue to say this and that to Qing En? manage.

The little boy who had been standing aside and looking timidly said with a cry: "Mom, call the police uncle. Uncle Hu Zhi said before that he was a teacher and teachers should be polite, but his mother didn't. Be polite, after we finish looking for the police uncle, we will go to the school to find Uncle Hu Zhi and ask him to teach Grandma Jin good manners. "

Old Mrs. Jin, who just now was clamoring to call the police and claim compensation, immediately shut up when she heard what Duan Qingen said.

Hu Zhi is her youngest son.

He is a teacher at No. 1 Middle School in the city. What she is most proud of is that her son has knowledge and can use it. When people mention that her son is a teacher, she becomes extremely proud.

Mrs. Jin is unreasonable, but that doesn't mean she doesn't know that she is unreasonable.

Saying these words to a seven-year-old child, if Wang Xiuhong really went to her youngest son's school and directly preached like this, how could her youngest son teach with peace of mind with such a mother.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Jin, whose face was covered with bloodstains, had to give up the idea of ​​claiming compensation. She covered her face and glared at Wang Xiuhong: "Just wait!"

Wang Xiuhong could feel her body shaking. She didn't know whether it was because of hindsight fear or excitement.

But these tremors seemed to be less severe after Duan Qingen's small body fell into her arms.

She tried to raise her voice: "I'm waiting! If you dare to say something bad about my son next time, I will go to your house to ask for an explanation!"

Old Lady Jin knocked on the door of her distant home and went home, cursing.

It was the old man Hu with a grim face who opened the door for her.

Old Man Hu has always been very face-conscious, and he didn't go out to help when Old Lady Jin was beaten on the ground just now.

Old Lady Jin can be justified in front of others, but she is weak in front of her husband, and she dare not curse, and shuts up quietly.

It is said that when she was young, she spread rumors and caused their family to break off contact with a relative's family. Breaking off contact is nothing, the most important thing is that the relative went around saying bad things about Old Man Hu.

Old Man Hu was so angry that he grabbed his wife and beat her, and it is said that he broke a cane.

Then from then on, Old Lady Jin didn't dare to provoke her husband.

Old Man Hu didn't want her to be gentle. When it comes to fighting for benefits, he just needs to let Old Lady Jin go. He will stay at home quietly and get a good reputation.

Neither of them is a good person. It can only be said that the pot matches the lid.

Wang Xiuhong thanked the people who tried to mediate and comfort her, and then took her son upstairs.

Walking on the empty stairs, she found that even her legs were weak.

As soon as she got home and opened the door, Wang Xiuhong staggered without changing her shoes and sat directly on the sofa with her son.

She was weak, but she still held Duan Qingen tightly in her hands.

This mother, who has always been weak, but today took action for her son, seemed to have a little sobbing in her voice, but her tone was very firm:

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Qingen, Mom will protect you."

Duan Qingen also hugged her back.

"I will protect Mom too."

****

Old Lady Jin really didn't forget the hatred of that day.

From the next day, she moved a stool and started to sit downstairs and curse. Anyway, she didn't mention anyone, she just cursed at the top of her voice.

Wang Xiuhong went downstairs to argue with her, and she said that she was talking to herself. She cursed in the yard. This yard belongs to all the residents. Why did Wang Xiuhong chase her away?

Wang Xiuhong is still young after all. If someone plays rogue, she doesn't know where to resist even if she wants to.

Seeing that she was so angry that her eyes were about to turn red, Duan Qingen asked her for money and ran to the store to make a phone call.

He was looking for Grandma Duan.

The Duan family is actually not bad, but it's because Duan's father is too bastard that he cut off relations with him.

As soon as the phone was connected, the fair-skinned boy's voice was a little crying, pitiful and aggrieved: "Grandma, I'm Qingen..."

Grandma Duan's heart melted at once, and then her eyes turned red.

The two talked for a long time before hanging up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Duan Qingen thought about it and gave the money again.

"Grandma, I'm Qingen. There are bad guys bullying me and my mother..."

The next day, two old ladies with white hair and gray clothes, who had their own heroic deeds in the village, moved stools and sat in front of Old Lady Jin's house.

They both cleared their throats in tacit understanding.

Curse!

The loud and rich curses resounded throughout the yard, and it was a duet.

The two of them were quite cooperative, one after another, not only saving energy, but also being particularly aggressive.

They really think their grandchildren are easy to bully, right!

Whose family doesn't have an old lady!