Although Luo Yisen was only 23 years old, he was indeed a widower with a five-year-old child. His wife died during childbirth.
At this moment, it was already noon and he was busy cooking for the children, while Luo's parents were still working in the fields.
His son was driving the tractor and was busy picking up young men who were shedding, so he didn't go to the fields, and no one was at home.
I had just washed the vegetables when I heard a sound coming from a place that looked like a nose and not an eye.
The lesbian he brought home, said to be "Song Yitao", stood in the yard, yelling:
"The people next door live in a shabby house with complete furniture, but you built me a woodshed to live in. Are you planning to let me live out my life in solitude?"
“There’s not even a stool.”
"Bah! This shabby house still smells musty!"
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"Dad, who is she? She's making a lot of noise."
Luo Xiaojun and Luo Yisen were crowded in the kitchen cooking. The little guy stretched out his hands and covered his ears, thinking that Song Yitao's voice was too noisy.
"Xiaojun, she will live in our house from now on."
"Don't tease her anymore!"
Luo Xiaojun curled his lips and looked at Song Yitao outside, wishing he could stuff a lump of mud into her mouth.
"Then Dad, please tell her to shut up, she's making so much noise!"
Luo Yisen put down the vegetables in his hand and went to the yard.
"Comrade Song, there are no other houses in the brigade."
"You can stay here or not, if you don't want to, get out!"
Song Yitao was abruptly stopped by his voice, and stood there in a daze.
"As for the house and furniture, I'll bring them to you later."
Luo Yisen's attitude was so tough that Song Yitao opened her mouth, wanting to refute but not knowing what to say.
She looked at Luo Yisen's stern face, and felt inexplicably frightened. She could only whisper:
"Then you must send it to me."
Luo Yisen ignored her and went back to the kitchen to continue cooking.
When Luo Xiaojun saw his father coming back, he immediately asked, "Dad, is she no longer making noise?"
Luo Yisen patted his head and said, "Stop arguing, Xiaojun, be good."
Afterwards, he discussed it with Luo Xiaojun.
"Dad is giving your little bed to that auntie to sleep in, okay?"
Luo Xiaojun knew that if his crib was given to someone else, he would have to sleep with his dad. Thinking about it carefully, there was nothing to object to. The little guy nodded in agreement.
"Well, I'll give her the crib."
Luo Yisen went back to the house and gave some simple furniture to Song Yitao, including a small table, a chair and a single bed.
When Song Yitao looked at these things, she felt much less angry.
"You have some conscience."
She whispered.
Luo Yisen didn't say anything, just put down his things and prepared to leave.
At this time, Song Yitao suddenly stopped him and said, "Well, thank you."
Luo Yisen paused, looked back at her, and left without saying a word.
Song Yitao looked at his back and felt a strange feeling in her heart.
Then she immediately shook her head.
Start cleaning and putting all the furniture in place.
But before ten minutes had passed, her throat-breaking screams were heard from the room again.
“Aaaaaaaaaaa——”
"There's a spider!"
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