Looking at the scene, Ye Yao shook his head helplessly, but a gentle smile appeared in his eyes: "Let's go, if we go any later, the fireworks on the street will start first."
"Oh! Fireworks!"
The three children then remembered their business and let Ye Sheng go again.
Ye Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, secretly wiping non-existent sweat from his forehead, and muttered under his breath as he followed behind, "These clever little devils are just like Chu Xin'er, sigh!"
The group walked into the street, their cheerful sounds like a string of firecrackers exploding with warmth in the snowy night.
DaDa and ErEr hopped and skipped along, holding Ye Yao's hand. SanSan was held in Ye NianAn's arms, turning her little head back and forth, pointing at the red lanterns hanging by the roadside, and calling out in her childish voice.
"Red balls! So many red balls!"
Seeing an opportunity to shine, Ye Sheng immediately said, "Does San San like it? Your Uncle will make one for you when we get back!"
"OK!"
"I want one too! Third Uncle!"
"Third Uncle!"
Ye Sheng snorted and put his hands on his hips, saying, "Everyone gets one! Everyone gets one! Third Uncle is the fairest; he treats everyone the same!"
The three little ones shouted in unison in their childish voices, "Long live Third Uncle! Long live Third Uncle! Long live Third Uncle!"
"Hahaha~"
"Look! Sister-in-law, there's a place selling candied hawthorns!"
Chu Xin'er suddenly grabbed Ye Nian'an's arm, her eyes shining like they were coated with icing sugar.
"Let's go buy some for the kids to try."
"good."
The group arrived at the candied hawthorn stall, where the bamboo rack was filled with bright red hawthorns, their sugar coating gleaming enticingly under the lights.
"Which one do you want, darlings?"
Ye Nian'an lowered her head and asked.
"I want that one! The biggest one!"
Da Da stood on tiptoe to reach it, poked at the sugar coating with his little finger, dipped it in the sticky syrup, and immediately stuffed it into his mouth to suck on, his eyes squinting from the sweetness.
"Okay, boss, give me six skewers!"
"Okay!"
Just as Ye Nian'an and his group were buying candied hawthorns.
Two familiar figures appeared not far away, walking unsteadily.
"Mommy, Mommy, I want to eat, I want to eat candied hawthorn..."
"Mom, did you hear what I said?"
"Mother!"
Tang Jiang's voice sounded like it had been sanded, and he grabbed Shen Xiang's arm and shook it violently, pleading and begging.
Ever since his injuries healed, this brat's mischievousness has resurfaced, and he pinched several red marks on Shen Xiang's hand with his fingers.
Shen Xiang seemed oblivious, her eyes unfocused, her steps unsteady, her mind already far away.
Zhang Qingqing has gone mad.
When the Zhang family received the notice from the countryside that day, they were stunned, as if struck by lightning.
Zhang Weiguo should have expected it. His sister's heart-wrenching cry when she hung up the phone felt like a dull knife cutting into his heart for days.
But who can turn back time? The mistake Li Dahong made is like a boulder, pressing down on the Zhang family.
To survive, and for the future, they have no choice but to face it.
Who would have thought that Zhang Qingqing would be so distraught as to jump into the river to commit suicide? After being rescued, she went insane and became a fool who could only drool and laugh.
They couldn't take care of the people in the countryside, so they could only notify Zhang Weiguo and his team to come and take them back.
Now, the person has been brought back.
Shen Xiang went to see her once. She sat in the corner of the kang (a heated brick bed) and grinned foolishly, drool dripping from her chin onto her clothes. She called everyone she saw "dumplings" and held a piece of ice in her hand like a treasure.
His appearance was even more frightening than Zhang Yaozu, who was lying on the kang (a heated brick bed) groaning.
Now, the Zhang family's situation has deteriorated after Zhang Yaozu became paralyzed, Zhang Weiguo became disabled, Li Dahong was arrested, and Zhang Qingqing went insane...
This doesn't look like a home at all.
It's a living hell!
Even junk collectors aren't that scary!
Now, let alone relying on the Zhang family to support herself and Tang Jiang, Shen Xiang would be lucky if they didn't get ripped off by the Zhang family.
Zhang Weimin and his wife came over yesterday to egg her on, saying that "a family should share hardships," implying that she should take care of all the family's needs.
But……
Who can clean up such a mess?
If they continue to stay in the Zhang family, their final fate will be to become a maid, serving the entire Zhang family, taking care of their every need.
I'm already exhausted from work, and then I have to do all this...
Shen Xiang was already having second thoughts.
Compared to her ties with the Zhang family, she was more concerned about her own future.
But at this critical juncture, what will the neighbors think, and what will the people at the factory think if we move out?
You'll be drowning in your own saliva!
"Mom! Can't you hear me?!"
Seeing that Shen Xiang ignored him, Tang Jiang kicked her leg, his eyes wide open: "Other kids get candy, but I don't!"
Then I saw that every family had their children buying candied hawthorns to eat on New Year's Day.
He felt even more resentful because he didn't have it himself.
Shen Xiang stumbled from the kick, finally regaining her senses, but instead of scolding or hitting her as usual, she wearily rubbed her temples.
Zhang Weiguo didn't come out with them, he just stayed in the room in a daze. Zhang Qingqing would occasionally run out barefoot, grinning foolishly at everyone she saw. Zhang Yaozu lay on the kang (a heated brick bed), shouting "water" every now and then, as if summoning a ghost.
She had originally thought that if she just endured it, things would eventually get better.
But now it seems that life is a bottomless pit.
She simply had no time to attend to Tang Jiang's requests, and even the strength to speak to him had been drained.
"Mother……"
Tang Jiang tugged at her clothes and shook her for a long time, but she didn't even lift her eyelids, her little mouth pouting so much it could hold an oil lamp.
The sweet aroma wafting in the air made his heart itch. The chubby little boy next to him held up a fluffy white ball, licked it with the tip of his tongue, and the sugar strands stuck to the tip of his nose, making him giggle.
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