Chapter 216 Yang Huaihua's End 1
Zhong Qixin didn't want to watch Liu Baoer's antics, so she turned to Han Guihua and said, "Guihua, I plan to go see your mother tomorrow. I have some questions for her. Do you want to go with me?"
"Okay, I'll go tell her that I'm married. I'll also tell her that my man is a worker in the city and ask her if she'll regret it?" Han Guihua said with red eyes.
"Okay, you are a good child, and they don't know how to cherish you. We shouldn't be sad for such people, it's not worth it." Zhong Qixin advised.
"Thank you, Aunt Zhong. You didn't blame me for the way my mother treated my sister Yike. I am very grateful. Thank you!"
"Silly child, what are you talking about? You are you, and your mother is your mother. Besides, you were the one who took care of Yike all along, so I should be thanking you. From now on, just treat me as your mother, just like Yike. Don't call me auntie, call me godmother, or call me godmother as you do here."
"Really, can I, can I?" Han Guihua stood up and said excitedly.
Yi Ke was also happy, and looked at Zhong Qixin, who nodded affirmatively and said, "Are you willing?"
"Yes, I am. I have always envied my sister Yike for having such a good mother like you. Now, you are also my mother. I also have a mother who doesn't despise me for being a girl."
"Sister Guihua, why don't you call me godmother?" Yike reminded loudly.
"Okay, my name is, godmother, godmother, please accept my greeting, thank you for not despising me, thank you!" Han Guihua spoke incoherently.
"I don't dislike you. I'm a woman too. If I dislike a girl, isn't that dislike for myself? I'm stupid." Zhong Qixin said with a smile, "I'll buy the gift tomorrow and give it to you. Good boy, your godmother likes you very much. Look, I have another daughter."
"Hahahaha, my aunt has another daughter. I'm going to tell my mom too. She will definitely be even more jealous. Hahahaha!"
In the main room, the laughter spread far and wide...
The sun is shining brightly across the state, and the atmosphere is peaceful.
Zhong Qixin took Yike, Han Xiner and Han Guihua to the labor camp in a jeep.
Tang Xiao acted as the driver. Wherever Ziyi said his wife was, he would be there. He wanted to protect his wife, so he would follow her no matter what.
Ma Youcai was even more outrageous. He said he would go and show his daughter's mother that the man her daughter was marrying was rich, handsome, and had a job (he had already joined a department store as a buyer. This job had the freedom that suited him just right, and it would also make it convenient for him to sell the products from the mountains in the future), and he also had the city hukou that she wanted most, which would make her regret it to death.
So except for Liu Baoer who took the bus back, everyone in the family went to the labor camp together. If you didn’t know, you would think that the family was going out for a trip. Of course, in this era, people don’t have the luxury to travel.
In the labor camp, the sun hung lazily in the sky, unwilling to move an inch for a long time, scorching Yang Huaihua so much that he felt dizzy and his sweat dripped down in rows like earthworms. The sweat on my face was mercilessly dried up by the sun before it had time to flow down my neck.
Her skin was dry and flaky, itchy and painful, which tortured Yang Huaihua who was working hard. Her husband and son were even worse off than she was at this time, because men's labor intensity was even greater than women's.
As soon as they arrived at their destination, Tang Xiao went to communicate with the farm's disciplinary officials. His ID was the best pass, so they were quickly led to a large thatched shed. The cadre in charge said that this was an auditorium for prisoners to undergo ideological transformation and political studies.
But they didn't have to wait long in the auditorium. Yang Huaihua, her husband and son were brought in by the responsible cadres.
Yang Huaihua suddenly saw a large group of people, who were escorted here by the responsible cadres. She was frightened and dared not step forward, trembling.
It was not until Han Guihua called out "Mom" uncertainly that Yang Huaihua realized that the person in front of him, dressed beautifully and neatly, was her own daughter, the culprit who had caused her entire family to be sent to labor camp.
Yang Huaihua let out a roar, then stretched out her hands that were like dead branches and pounced towards Han Guihua, trying to scratch Han Guihua's face with her fingers.
"What are you doing? What are you doing?" The cadre in charge stepped forward and grabbed Yang Huaihua, "Behave yourself."
Yang Huaihua's brain, which had been heated by anger, calmed down. This was not the village, and she couldn't beat anyone she wanted.
She glared at Han Guihua, staring at her as if she were an enemy. Han Guihua didn't expect that her mother still didn't realize her mistakes after participating in labor reform, and she felt very upset.
Han Jiabao saw his mother's actions, heard her scolding, and recognized that the beautiful girl was actually his sister.
He took a step forward in surprise: "Guihua, is that you? Are you here to see us? Did you bring us clothes? Let me tell you, it's so hot here during the day and so cold at night, so you prepared clothes for us, didn't you? Food, is there any food? We don't have enough to eat here every day, and we have to work all day long. If my mother scolds you, don't bother her, just give me her share."
Han Guihua didn't say anything, just listened to what her mother said. This was her doted on child, and this was how filial she was. Don’t even mention that she didn’t bring anything today. Even if she did, she wouldn’t give anything to her mother. Let her filial son do it, haha.
Yang Huaihua didn't expect that her beloved son would say such words. She just looked at her son without saying a word, and no one knew what she was thinking.
Han Guihua's father, Han Dajun, has been standing there in silence since he came in. His previously robust body has now become as thin as a bamboo pole, and his tattered clothes can only cover up his ugliness.
Han Guihua called out sadly, "Dad."
Han Guihua's father, Han Dajun, uttered a low "ah" and looked at the beautifully dressed girl in front of him with disbelief in his eyes.
Although he did not dote on the child like a son, he did not abuse her either. If I hadn't committed suicide, this wouldn't be the case today. If he had stopped it at that time, things would not have turned out like this.
He actually felt very regretful. Now his only son was sent to labor camp like him, and their family was going to be extinct.
"Go back. It's your father who has let you down. Go back and live your own life, find a good family to marry, and don't come here again. Otherwise, your in-laws will make things difficult for you." Han Guihua's father, Han Dajun, finally said something sensible.
"No, Dad, you can't do this. You have to ask her to bring us food and clothes." Han Jiabao yelled.
"Shut up! If you speak louder, I'll lock you up," the officer in charge yelled.
Han Jiabao was so frightened that he dared not speak for a moment, and the other three also fell silent.
"Dad, I'm already married. My husband is a city dweller and has a formal job. Don't worry." Han Guihua said.
"Okay, it's good to have a job, so you don't have to go hungry." Han Guihua's father, Han Dajun, also raised his voice a little louder. Although it was unclear whether he was smiling or not, his tone showed that he was happy.
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