His eyes fell on the other children in the compound. It was New Year's Day, and everyone in the compound was gathered together.
The four beauties of the Li family, Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter, were pestering Aunt Cuihua, laughing at something they didn't know what they were talking about. Little Li Ba was playing house with the new arrival, Little Fubao. Uncle Li was talking animatedly with the two brothers of the Su family. Old Lady Qian and Old Lady Wang were once again looking at each other with their eyes, probably talking about which family in the compound was doing well.
Old Mrs. Su kept pestering Grandma Xu, especially loving to hear about Grandma Xu's glorious past. Although there was almost a thirty-year age difference between the two, the more she looked older, the more admirable she became, and she was almost becoming Grandma Xu's little fan girl.
As for the three golden flowers in Old Wang's family and his beloved son, they all stayed at home and did not come out. As for the man Wang Mao, he went out early in the morning to find someone to drink with.
In the small open space in the courtyard, people were sitting and talking in one place, and people were standing and talking under the eaves of another house. It was packed and much more lively than usual.
After looking around, Song Jiayu's eyes fell on Xiao Li Ba and Su Fubao who were playing house.
I quietly leaned over, wanting to hear what the two children had to say.
Unexpectedly, Su Fubao raised her head, with her big watery eyes and fair, chubby face, and asked, "Auntie Song, do you want to play house with us too?"
Little Li Ba answered for Song Jiayu: "No, Sister Song is an adult, she won't play childish games with us."
"Well, that's a shame." Su Fubao thought Aunt Song didn't know how to play, but how could adults not love playing house? It was so much fun!
Song Jiayu stood there somewhat awkwardly. She didn't expect that the man who was invincible in the compound would be embarrassed by two little guys.
Isn't it embarrassing? Can't she just stand here and appreciate the cultural landscape of the compound?
"I'm the mom and you're the dad."
"I'm out working, honey."
“…”
You know what, listening to the two children, one saying "wife" in a childish voice, and the other answering "husband" in a baby voice, saying things like "Have you eaten?", "You've worked hard", and "If you dare to hook up with other women, I'll kick you out."
The little chubby-faced boy said this in a baby voice, which really made people want to laugh!
It’s all Uncle Qian next door’s fault for being such a bad boy. Don’t learn how to curse from Aunt Zhou Ying!
Song Jiayu was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
Just when she thought that the first task of the day had nothing to do with Little Li Ba and Su Fubao, Song Chengshi came with Song Chengyi and Jiang Wanyi from the compound next door. The three children first said "Hello, little auntie" to Song Jiayu, and then leaned against Little Li Ba and Su Fubao and whispered to each other.
Someone eavesdropping: ...the feeling is coming.
But why is there a matter about the three children of the Jiang family?
"Let's go play next door~"
A group of children said something to the other adults in the compound, and then the older children took the younger children's hands and crossed the threshold of the compound together and left Compound No. 14.
Song Jiayu also followed them out, and lagged far behind the group of children. She saw them talking and laughing, and they didn't even enter the gate of Compound No. 13.
Is he really a kidnapper? Looking at the children going there happily, he doesn't look like a kidnapper.
But how could a group of children understand the kidnapper's cunning?
It’s better not to jump to conclusions first, let’s wait and see.
Tianwen Lane is traversed by two main cross streets, and then interspersed with many small alleys. Each courtyard is neatly located on both sides of the alley. Looking from above, you can see that the houses in Tianwen Lane are very neatly arranged, like a row of small squares.
The children walked through two alleys and went straight until they came to the open gate of a small courtyard.
This yard should be very small. Judging from the terrain, it looks like a piece of it protruding from the edge of the alley.
"Yeah, we're here." This is Song Chengyi.
"Aunt Lin, we are here." The one speaking in a baby voice was Su Fubao.
Three or four seconds later, a neatly dressed woman came out of the door. Half of her hair was gray, and her eyebrows were wrinkled from years of wrinkling. At first glance, she looked like the heroine of a tragedy.
"Now that you are here, I have made a lot of delicious food. Do you like malt candy? My daughter Xiaoguaiguai loves it very much. She likes the malt candy I make the most." As Lin Yin spoke, she fell into some memories again.
The children were used to Aunt Lin's occasional pauses.
Su Fubao even took Aunt Lin's hand and said, "We are here to see you."
"Is that you, little darling? My dear, you came to see me, didn't you? Come in quickly!"
Lin Yin hugged Su Fubao as if she was hugging the best treasure in the world.
Just as the group of children were about to go in, Song Jiayu appeared. She smiled sweetly and said in a clipped voice, "Do you welcome 240-month-old babies here?"
When the three children of the Jiang family saw Song Jiayu, they panicked for a moment. The adults always told them not to associate with Aunt Lin. This time, if they were found out by their aunt, they would definitely be beaten when they returned.
Song Jiayu waited for Lin Yin's answer.
This person... is also very famous in Tianwen Lane, but he has a tragic reputation.
Can you imagine? Lin Yin is only thirty, but she looks like someone in their fifties or sixties. If it weren't for the age spots on her face, she could really be mistaken for an old person.
She originally had a husband who was a soldier and a lovely daughter.
But the war took away her husband, and the rampant kidnappers took away her daughter. The two people closest to her, one died and the other disappeared. This was a devastating blow to Lin Yin.
I heard from Aunt Cuihua that Lin Yingang had lost his daughter. He searched all over Songshan County, Beilin City, and nearby communes and villages, but couldn't find her.
A few years later, Lin Yin sat at the entrance of Tianwen Lane every day, waiting for Xiaoguaiguai to come back.
Until the last one or two years, Lin Yin had become a little crazy. She would call a three or four-year-old girl her little darling. At first, the people in Tianwen Lane had sympathy for Lin Yin, but time would dilute everything. Sympathy gradually turned into distance, and later to disgust, and even let their children avoid her.
How to say it?
Want to say who did something wrong?
That’s not the case, it’s just a tragedy.
"Are you also Xiaoguaiguai's friend?" Lin Yin asked.
Song Jiayu answered without hesitation: "Yes~"
"Then come in." Lin Yin welcomed people.
As she approached the courtyard, Song Jiayu looked around. Although Lin Yin was in a very miserable situation, she still had to be on guard against others.
In the main room, Lin Yin prepared a lot of food for the children, all of which were their favorites.
There were malt sugar, egg cakes, candied fruits, and even a steaming roast chicken on the table. The aroma was so strong that Jiang Chengshi and the others couldn't help but swallow their saliva.
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