Zhang Xiaohua was unconvinced. "What's wrong with breaking off relations? We still share the same blood. Just treat it as a quarrel and make peace afterward, isn't that enough?"
Wang Danniu, who was watching on the side, nodded vigorously in agreement.
"Just treat it as a quarrel? That's easy to say." Mother Su sneered, "Zhang Xiaohua, have you ever heard of the phrase 'spilt water cannot be undone'? If you haven't—"
She turned to look at Su's father, who understood and immediately brought her a basin of water.
Su's mother took the basin and repeated: "If you haven't heard it before, I will demonstrate it to you."
As she spoke, she quickly poured the water in front of them and waved the basin towards them. "If you can take this basin of water back, I will let Old Su and Mrs. Su reconcile. But can you?"
Zhang Xiaohua, whose shoes were soaked by the water, screamed and jumped away, about to curse. Upon hearing this, she became even angrier and pointed at Su's mother and yelled, "You're clearly forcing me to do something I can't do!"
"As expected of someone with only an elementary school education, you even know the concept of 'forcing others to do something difficult'." Mother Su feigned clapping her hands and looked at her with disdain. "You can force others to do something difficult for us, but I can't force others to do something difficult for you?"
Zhang Xiaohua retorted without a second thought, "When did I ever force you?"
"We don't want to reconcile with you, but you insist on making us reconcile with you," Su's mother sneered, "Isn't this just forcing someone to do something?"
"How can they be the same?" Zhang Xiaohua was a little anxious.
"What's the difference?" Su's mother asked back, "Why, are you still forcing me to do what you think?"
Zhang Xiaohua was choked by the question. She wanted to retort but didn't know what to say, so she had to look at Wang Danniu for help.
Although Wang Danniu has never been to school, she is more scheming than Zhang Xiaohua. She usually doesn't take the lead, let alone now.
Without saying a word, she grabbed Zhang Xiaohua and ran away.
After all, she couldn't answer this question.
Mother Su: “…”
She spat and said "bad luck", then immediately said "pah" twice, and changed her words to "good luck", then gave the basin and broom to Su's father and went to close the door.
When Su's mother closed the door and came back, she saw her youngest son sitting on a small stool, looking at her with bright eyes. She immediately became happy, walked over, picked up her youngest son and started to affectionately talk to him.
Little brother Su had a stern face and let his mother rub him silently.
Father Su, who was standing behind the two of them, looked at the mother and son, feeling amused and helpless. Ever since his daughter jumped into the river, his youngest son, who was already taciturn, became even less talkative, but there was nothing he could do about him.
Alas~
Su's mother teased her little son for a long time but he didn't say a word. She was angry and distressed. How could this child become like this? His beloved sister had obviously returned safely.
She stroked her youngest son's head, her mind already wandering. Today was New Year's Eve. Did her daughter have a good meal out there? Was she persuaded? When could she come home?
"elder sister."
Hearing the sound, Su's father and mother suddenly turned their heads to look at the gate, but there was no one there. They couldn't help but look back at their youngest son in confusion.
Su Xiaodi said again: "I miss my sister."
His eyes were red and his voice was tearful.
Sister, when will you come back? I miss you.
Mother Su quickly took him into her arms and coaxed him, "Be good, don't cry. It's New Year's Day, it's unlucky."
Hearing this, Su Xiaodi sniffed and held back his tears, but his eyes were still red.
"Sister loves Xiaolang so much, she will come back after finishing her business." Mother Su stroked his back and said to him, "Xiaolang, can you wait a few more days?"
Little brother Su lay in his mother's arms and replied in a muffled voice, "Okay."
Father Su sighed. Sure enough, his daughter had to come. He simply changed the subject: "Does Xiaolang miss his brother?"
Su Xiaodi: Big brother?
He looked up at his father and nodded.
Even though I only thought about it a little bit, I still thought about it.
"Have you thought about it?" Father Su picked up his youngest son and strode into the living room. "Then let's go make dumplings. Your eldest brother must be making dumplings right now."
Little brother Su tilted his head and looked at his father, as if asking "How did you know?"
Father Su laughed and rubbed his youngest son's head, telling him about his time as a soldier.
"A-choo~" Su Qingming sneezed and was pushed away by Qi You.
"Go play somewhere else and don't sneeze into the stuffing."
Su Qingming leaned over dissatisfiedly and said, "I clearly turned around and hit him."
"Anyway, just stay away and don't get in the way." Qi You pushed Su Qingming away again with disgust.
Huang Tieniu laughed enough, pulled Su Qingming aside, pointed to a winnowing basket and asked him to look at it, "Look at what you made and what others made."
I saw that the winnowing basket was divided into two. One half was filled with strange-shaped dough objects, each of which looked different, and I didn't know if they were dumplings. The other half was neatly filled with dumplings that were regular in shape, white and plump, and you could tell at a glance that they were dumplings.
Su Qingming was speechless, but still wanted to struggle.
He muttered quietly, "Isn't it still not allowed for me to learn?"
"Excited. But," Huang Tieniu patted his belly, "Can you wait until you've fed my internal organs before you start learning?"
Before he finished speaking, Su Qingming heard a rumbling sound from the other person's stomach. He couldn't help laughing and took out a piece of dried meat from his pocket and handed it to him, "Use it to sacrifice your internal organs first."
"Hahahaha, what a brother!" Huang Tieniu held the dried meat in his mouth and went to search Su Qingming's pocket again, "Are there any more? One piece is not enough."
Su Qingming dodged as hard as he could, "No more, no more, this is it."
How could he still hold his pockets when he had nothing left? Huang Tieniu naturally refused to give in.
The two men immediately started a fight, and the other comrades watching from the side were extremely amused. Some people even urged them to go outside and fight, and the winner would get a piece of dried meat.
Su Qingming looked over unhappily, "You don't feel bad about it being not your jerky?"
The man laughed and spread his hands innocently, "Who told you to be the only one in our camp who has dried meat to collect?"
"that is."
"Qingming, why don't you introduce your sister to me?"
"How can there be such a good sister who sends you delicious food every now and then?"
Su Qingming: "How can it be so rare? I sent it twice!"
"Once a month, the probability is high enough."
"Your sister is so nice to you. Why can't I meet such a nice sister?"
"My sister not only asked me to send me things, but also asked me to send money back to buy her clothes."
"My sister too."
"I don't have a younger sister, but I do have an older sister, and she also asked me to send her money."
…
Before I knew it, the topic had gone off track.
Su Qingming and Huang Tieniu looked at each other and decided not to join in the fun.
The two retreated to a corner and talked in a low voice.
"Don't say that, Qingming. I've seen a lot of brothers and sisters, but you and your sister have the best relationship."
Hearing this, Su Qingming smiled brightly, turned his head and looked in the direction of home, his expression instantly softened, "Really? Thank you."
In fact, as long as you treat it sincerely, don't care about the order, and don't compare the depth, anyone can have such feelings.
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