Yan Xiao felt he couldn't bear to look.

After returning home, Yan Xiao converted the high-definition photos to black and white.

These photos are on my phone; they're not suitable to take to the photo studio in town.

He used his home printer to print out three copies.

The printer was something Wen Qinghe prepared along with her study materials for the upcoming college entrance examination.

Originally intended to make it easier to create exam questions for Yan Xiao, the iPad is connected via Bluetooth, making printing convenient.

I taught Yan Xiao how to use it a few days ago.

He originally intended to give the photo to the village chief anonymously.

But a couple of days ago, he overheard Aunt Niu and Liu Meihua's conversation and suddenly realized that it would be more appropriate to give this thing to Aunt Niu and Feng Dafa than to the village chief.

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The sky was dark.

I left work before the sun went down today.

By now, many families in the village had finished eating and were sitting at their doorsteps chatting and enjoying the cool air.

Aunt Niu and Feng Dafa carried bamboo baskets on their backs and hurried home.

Aunt Niu noticed this as soon as Liu Meihua returned.

My daughter-in-law's belly doesn't seem to be growing much.

In an ordinary family, a three-month pregnant woman's belly will already be slightly protruding.

I wonder if she suffered a lot during that month she was away.

As a result, her belly remained flat, and she worried that her grandson was not getting enough nutrition in her womb.

As soon as he finished work, he hurriedly took Feng Dafa to the small river at the east end of the village to see if they could catch a fish to nourish Liu Meihua.

As a result of this delay, it gradually got dark.

Aunt Niu, who used to be as indispensable as a cow in the village, has changed a lot since Er Gouzi passed away.

They became less willing to chat with others.

What she fears most is hearing gossip from others about why her son got into trouble.

But just because she doesn't speak up doesn't mean no one tries to talk to her.

"Dafa, it's been so long since you got off work, why are you coming home so late?"

"Oh my, you two are going back together? Isn't your home exciting enough?"

The person who said this was then ridiculed by the others nearby.

Aunt Niu felt uneasy and kept her head down, silently pulling Feng Dafa along as they walked quickly home.

In the past, who would dare to tease her like that?

She absolutely had to go up to that person and tear their mouth apart, and then expose all the filthy things that had happened to their ancestors for eight generations.

But now she has no face.

I've already lost all face because of that Er Gouzi incident.

Now we're just hoping that once our eldest grandson is born, the new life will drive away the shadows of the past.

…

When Aunt Niu got home, she put the five or six small fish, each about two fingers long, from the bamboo basket into a basin of water to keep them alive.

Before I even got close to the kitchen, I could smell the aroma of food.

As expected.

Smoke curled up from the kitchen.

Liu Meihua, wearing an apron and carrying a basin of vegetables, came out of the kitchen.

"Mom, why are you so late today? Dinner's ready."

Aunt Niu was envious.

Fortunately, Er Gouzi left them a good daughter-in-law.

However, she did not expect that this idea would be completely shattered just a few hours later.