Old Lady Song gritted her teeth and cursed unwillingly, "You black-hearted thing, why didn't you fall to death? You gave birth to a bunch of money-losing children, and now you can only wait for your family to be wiped out!"
When Liu Lanhua thought about the eight hundred yuan that was wasted, her heart ached.
Those two old guys are quite good at hiding things. They saved up so much money without saying a word!
Du Xiaoying sneered, pulled a stack of big unity notes from Old Man Song's tightly clenched hand, and lowered her head to count them carefully.
"Okay, that's enough money."
"You bitch, no one will throw the pot for you when you die!" Liu Lanhua cursed in a low voice.
"If you're going to scold me, look down at your good son."
Du Xiaoying kicked Song Zilong, who had fainted on the ground. All she could think of was her eldest daughter lying quietly with her eyes closed and her face haggard. She wished she could cut this whole family into pieces!
"Longlong, Longlong, damn Longlong, don't scare me..."
Song Zilong, who had fainted from the pain, was woken up by Liu Lanhua's pinch. His legs and philtrum ached, and he was sweating profusely from the pain. He was barely breathing, "Mom, it hurts—"
"What are you still standing there for? Push the cart and take them to the clinic." The captain shook his head and sighed, and told the stupidly stunned Song family members to lift the two people who had fainted from the pain onto the cart.
After the chaotic noise outside the house, the yard became quiet.
Du Xiaoying looked at her eldest daughter standing in front of her alive, and her eyes couldn't help but turn red. She hugged her thin and childish daughter tightly and choked with sobs.
"Don't be afraid, Daya. It was all Mom's fault before. Let's move out today."
Daya felt her mother's warm embrace, a hint of hope in her cautious eyes. She lowered her head, twitching her fingers and whispered, "But Mom, if we move out...where can we live?"
"Let's move to the old house of the former landlord."
"But...Mom, that house is not--" Daya tugged at the corner of her clothes and didn't dare to say those two words.
Du Xiaoying paused and took her eldest daughter's hands, which were only fourteen years old but already covered in callouses and scars. "Daya, I just want to ask you something: do you think this place is scary? Or is it scarier to have no one in the house?"
"Of course -" Daya glanced at the door secretly, "Mom, Daya will help you clean up now."
Looking at his timid eldest daughter, Song Guoliang clenched his hands into fists at his sides, his eyes red, "Wife, I——"
"Don't talk about that for now. Come quickly and help clean up. We still need to clean that place thoroughly, and maybe even repair it carefully." Du Xiaoying interrupted the man and lowered her eyes.
She didn't know how to face this man for the time being.
Even though he wasn't responsible for everything in his previous life,...
The six of them, mother and daughter, had very little stuff, so they packed it up quickly.
The couple carried food on a shoulder pole, Daya carried the luggage, and the three of them left the Song family without looking back.
"Mom, I'll go call my younger sisters." Daya was worried that her younger sisters would come back and be caught by her grandparents and get beaten.
"Go ahead."
The couple walked in silence all the way to the magnificent but deserted yard at the foot of the mountain. The yard was overgrown with weeds half a person's height, giving people a dead feeling.
Du Xiaoying let out a sigh and followed the man into the yard. The yard was desolate and lonely, with the sound of whistling wind. In the middle stood an imposing blue brick and tile house, surrounded by moss. In the backyard was a woodshed and several mud houses, and there was also a small door so as not to disturb the owner's life.
There is an enclosure not far away. It used to be the old landlord's livestock enclosure and the workers' simple mud houses. Now it is a cowshed where the brigade accommodates the people who have been sent down for labor reform.
The villagers looked down on the people who had been sent down to the cowshed, and were afraid of being contaminated by bad luck. Men, women, young and old usually walked around this area, and therefore no one deliberately made things difficult for the people there.
Du Xiaoying thought this was fine. No one would come here to disturb her. Besides, a few years later in her previous life, those people in the cowshed were rehabilitated and returned to the city one after another. It was a pity...
"By the way, why did you come back...suddenly?" Du Xiaoying looked at the man who was bending over and pulling weeds with both hands.
Song Guoliang paused, then said calmly, "I've retired."
"What?!"
Du Xiaoying was shocked. She thought carefully and confirmed that nothing like this had happened in her previous life. Just as she was about to ask about it, she heard the voices of her daughters.
"Mom, my sisters and I are back."
"Mom, we picked a lot of pig grass today and earned five work points~"
......
Looking at her five pretty but pale and skinny daughters, Du Xiaoying felt a lump in her throat. The scenes of her daughters' tragic deaths in her previous life emerged in her mind. She could no longer control her tears and rushed over to hug her five daughters.
"Okay, okay, my good girls."
"Mom, who is that?"
The four-year-old Wu Ya looked up curiously at the tall man opposite her, stretched out her dark little hand, and smoothed her dry, frizzy, and uneven hair.
Du Xiaoying wiped the corners of her eyes, stood up and touched Wu Ya's little head, "Silly girl, that's your dad."
"Dad?" The youngest girls, Siya and Wuya, frowned with confusion. They had no impression of their father at all.
"dad!"
The older girls, Erya and Sanya, rushed over excitedly, but when they got close, they stood still timidly.
Arya took a deep breath and shouted bravely, "Dad, can you teach me kung fu? Once I learn it, I can protect my mom, sister, and my sisters."
Du Xiaoying felt sad and wiped her eyes.
Song Guoliang's eyes, sharp as an eagle, softened. He patted his daughter's tender and thin shoulders and nodded solemnly, "Okay."
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