If there weren’t so many people standing next to her, Shen Siyue really wanted to hold Li Xiang’s shoulders with both hands and shake her hard.
What's in her head is not brains, but shit, right?
Why did Wang Huilian cry to death?
It's because she knew that the Zhao family was a trap. Marrying her daughter into them would be like pushing her into a fire pit, ruining the rest of her life.
You know, if it wasn't Shen Hongmei who married him, it would be Shen Siyue who married him. Even someone as selfish as Wang Huilian knew how to feel sorry for her daughter, but Li Xiang, as a mother, had never said that she felt sorry for her.
Shen Siyue was almost pissed off by her mother, the Virgin Mary, who couldn't tell the difference between inside and outside.
The two hands hanging down moved again and again. What should I do? I really want to strangle her to death.
Shen Siyue, who was so angry that she was about to fall over, turned around and went back to the small east room. She was afraid that if she stayed with Li Xiang any longer, she would really kill her mother herself.
When Li Xiang wanted to follow her, she turned around and yelled at her fiercely: "Don't follow me. If you follow me again, I will chop you to pieces."
Li Xiang wanted to follow but didn't dare to, and she couldn't just ignore it either, so she had to stand at the door of the small east room and guard it.
Over there, Wang Huilian was helped into the west room. She collapsed on the kang like a zombie with her soul taken away, sobbing up and down, making her look quite pitiful.
The women in the village sat around her, comforting her and chatting with her.
"It's hard for a mother to feel this way when her daughter gets married. She has worked so hard to raise her to adulthood, but now she has to become a wife and mother in someone else's home. It hurts just thinking about it."
"Isn't it? When my daughter Fang'er got married, my heart was broken."
"But now that she's married and has a child, I've let go of that worry. Getting married sooner or later is inevitable, and no woman can escape it."
Someone beside her said, "Your Fang'er is lucky. She married into a good family. Her son-in-law is capable and has a good temper. She will have a good future."
"Haha, I was attracted to you because you are a sincere man."
When Wang Huilian, who was lifeless, heard this, she stopped crying and started sobbing again.
Thinking about the other person's son-in-law and then thinking about the one Hongmei was marrying, Wang Huilian felt uncomfortable again.
The people who were chatting also knew that they had said something wrong. What else could they say? Calling the young man "son-in-law"? Isn't this just rubbing salt into Wang Huilian's wounds?
The few of them looked at each other awkwardly, talked about irrelevant things for a while, then stood up and said goodbye.
After all, Shen Jiahongmei's matter was a foregone conclusion, and no matter how much they said, it was just to comfort Wang Huilian.
Outside, Old Man Shen and Shen Chunshu were also sending people out one after another.
Everyone was feeling awkward at today's wedding, and we didn't know what to say if we sat down again.
You say congratulations, but there was a fight during the bride-picking process, the bride was replaced at the last minute, and in the end she was tied up and put on a donkey. This is not a happy event no matter how you look at it!
You say you don't want to congratulate them, but they are getting married.
After chatting for a few minutes, let's get on with what we need to do!
After everyone left, the Shen family, which had been noisy all day, finally quieted down.
Old man Shen was half lying on the kang, groaning, feeling uncomfortable all over. When the fight broke out, that bastard Zhao Changgui punched him several times.
How could his old bones withstand a few punches from a man in his 40s?
I guess there are bruises all over his body.
The four of them, Shen Lao Da, Shen Lao Er, Shen Lao San, and Shen Limin, sat on the edge of the kang in silence, and no one spoke.
The east room was unusually quiet.
Boss Shen secretly glanced at his father several times, and then glanced at the other two brothers, especially the second brother, out of the corner of his eye.
Although he wanted to take out the remaining money that his father had promised to give him, he held it back.
This time, the betrothal gift included a share for the third son and a share for their family, but there was no share for the second son. He was afraid that the second son would find out and make a fuss, and then something bad would happen again if he was about to get the 5 yuan.
Shen Lao Er felt that it should have been his daughter who got married today, but the fourth girl suddenly went crazy and not only made a mess, but also replaced his eldest brother's girl. He felt very embarrassed in front of his father.
He was so afraid that his father would point at his nose and scold him that he wanted to hide in a crack in the ground.
Shen Laosan doesn’t care who she marries, since they are all his nieces anyway. As long as the betrothal money is not returned, it is all the same to him.
However, seeing that his eldest and second brothers were sitting there without saying anything, he knew better and kept silent. After all, they were all for his marriage, and they had caused so much trouble, so he was afraid that his father would blame him.
Old man Shen endured the pain in his forehead and lay on the kang for a long time.
When I opened my eyes again, the lights in the room had dimmed.
The three sons sat in the room like wooden stakes, and no one spoke.
"Second brother, let your wife cook!"
"Third brother, move your mother back to your second brother's room!"
No matter what, life must go on. Old Man Shen sat up and began to arrange work for everyone.
"Hey." Chen Xiashu nodded and immediately left the house as if he had been pardoned.
Chen Qiushu also nodded, took off his shoes, got on the kang and prepared to move Old Lady Wang.
Who would have thought that Old Lady Wang, who had been quiet all day, would slap Shen Qiushu's hand and refuse to let him touch the quilt no matter what.
She had finally taken the opportunity of getting married to move out of the small east room, so how could she possibly move back?
That little devil would always stand over her head late at night, either waving a sickle at her neck or strangling her with both hands, as if he wanted to strangle her to death at any time and anywhere.
If she stayed in the small east room any longer, she would die at the hands of that little devil sooner or later.
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