Chapter 253
Lingwu remained silent for a while before speaking: "Grandma, our lives will get better and better. From now on, you can eat as many big meat buns as you want."
“No way! If you can eat as much as you want, you’ll get tired of it!” Song Chunhua frowned.
Ling Wu nodded, amused.
Before going to sleep, Song Chunhua took out the iron box and carefully counted the money inside in front of Ling Wu.
"Consider this money as your way of repaying your old woman for all these years."
Song Chunhua's voice was very soft, but her heartbeat was as loud as thunder in the quiet night.
“No.” Ling Wu replied decisively.
Before Song Chunhua could react, Ling Wu said in an extremely serious tone:
"This is not enough."
"Xiao Wu will spend her whole life repaying Grandma."
Many homes in Wanyue Village have electricity and turn on their lights at night, but Song Chunhua's home doesn't even have a kerosene lamp.
The old woman often said, "If the lamp is left on for too long, the moon will not shine."
Guan Lingwu also disliked lighting lamps, because only in this way, under the moonlight shining through the window, would the old woman's full head of white hair appear as black.
Only in this way will she feel that her grandmother can stay with her for a very long time.
But the moonlight could not blur the wrinkles on the old woman's face, nor could it erase the traces of her years of struggling to survive.
"Xiao Wu wants to stay with Grandma forever," Ling Wu said, looking at the wrinkles on her face.
Song Chunhua could see the stars filling the little girl's beautiful eyes.
Like the stars in the sky, it shines brightly.
It's so bright...
It also illuminated her will to live.
If it weren't for her concern for this little girl, she would have followed her daughter to the afterlife the day the news of her death arrived.
The old woman's thin lips trembled, and after a long while, she managed to squeeze out a single, laborious "Okay."
That night, Song Chunhua slept exceptionally well.
Because of Song Chunhua's habit, she didn't sleep until dawn.
For decades, she has woken up every day when the sky is shrouded in a deep purple mist.
Looking at the little girl's sleeping face, Song Chunhua smiled silently before washing her face and heading to the edge of the field.
Because this is the only time she can see the road clearly, and the villagers who hate her haven't gone out yet.
This period was Song Chunhua's exclusive time for rambling on and on.
In the misty sky, the two grave mounds stood close together, yet even so, they still occupied most of the space in this small field.
Song Chunhua pulled the weeds as usual, then sat down by the old grave, gazing at the endless horizon in the distance and murmuring:
"My daughter is very filial. She always breaks half of the mooncake for me when we eat it. She did the same last night when we were eating steamed buns. She wouldn't eat any if I didn't want any."
As she spoke, she sighed, "Don't you think this girl is silly? Everyone else wants everything for themselves, but she's the opposite; she just wants me to eat it all."
"So you don't need to worry about me. I'm perfectly healthy now. That girl, I don't know where she got the prescription from, makes me take medicine every day."
"But I must say, after taking that medicine for a while, my leg and back pain did get a little better."
"I just don't know if it's because I'm overthinking things..."
She kept rambling on and on, and after a while she got up and went to sit by the new grave.
"Don't worry, Nannan. Xiaowu is a smart girl, and her teacher likes her so much. She even said she would pay for Xiaowu's education!"
"But I didn't agree. I was afraid that I would be unable to repay such a huge favor, and I was even more afraid that if this girl didn't amount to anything in the future, wouldn't that break her heart?"
“I’m also worried that this girl might have a burden on her shoulders. Anyway, life goes on no matter what, as long as she’s happy.”
Her face was filled with worry. "My dear girl, if you're a good girl, come to me in a dream. Tell me, was that ginseng that the girl dug up something you and the old man got together?"
"Or tell me, does digging that thing actually diminish her good fortune?"
"I'm so afraid she'll squander all her good fortune, and that she'll have a bad life in the future. I'm so worried..." she sighed.
However, this incident quickly passed, and she started praising Ling Wu again.
She didn't get up until dawn broke and the figures of villagers carrying hoes and buckets of water appeared in the distance.
I can't keep overthinking.
Today she has to go to school to cook for the children.
At the end of the day, Li Rangqing, who was in exceptionally high spirits, watched a group of children leave.
"Indeed, teaching is easier than cooking," he remarked.
Then, thinking of Ling Wu, he finally sighed, "Sigh, if only we were born in the city..."
Song Chunhua, who had finished a thorough cleaning of the entire school, straightened her back and thought to herself that she hadn't felt tired at all lately.
Watching Li Rangqing see the children off at the door, I sighed inwardly:
"After a long day, my voice must have been strained. I'll make some pear juice tomorrow to soothe the children's and Teacher Li's throats."
The day passed in this way, and the children who went home said one after another: the lunch made by the new grandma at school today was delicious; the new classmate was also very popular with the teachers and classmates.
Parents who asked more questions were surprised to discover that the school's new cook was Song Chunhua and the new student was Ling Wu.
"That crazy woman is really insane! She's so poor, yet she still sends a worthless brat to school!"
Such words were uttered in surprise by different people in different homes.
next day
When Song Chunhua woke up, she was in a daze. The feeling of her daughter and husband holding her hands on either side in her dream seemed to have not yet disappeared.
She covered Lingwu with a blanket, washed her face, and then sat down in front of the two graves without saying a word, just staring at the two mounds of earth.
After a long pause, she finally spoke: "It's good that the girl's good fortune hasn't been ruined, it's good that it hasn't been ruined..."
After a while, he said, "Then I'll go back first. The girl will wake up soon."
She turned around, thought for a moment, then turned back again, "You should leave quickly too. I heard that if you stay too long, you'll have bad health in your next life."
"Don't worry about that girl, that girl... everyone is too happy for her."
"Don't worry about me. With that girl around, I'll definitely be fine," she said with a smile.
A pale purple mist lingered both near and far.
Song Chunhua took a few steps and then turned back to look.
And so, he left the field ridge, turning back every few steps.
Lingwu stood in the courtyard, waiting for Song Chunhua to return home.
If faith is considered superstition, then these superstitions might be the last line of defense in the hearts of these people.
Love is, longing is, greed is, and the bottom line of moral crime is...
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