Chapter 93 It turns out that the itchy head is because
Song Shuyan finished the porridge in a few mouthfuls, took the bottle, opened it and smelled it. The smell was strong and pungent, and very pungent.
She frowned and quietly moved the bottle away.
"Does this thing really work?"
"It works!" Grandma Qin's eyes were firm and kind.
"The wardrobe in my room was made of camphor wood when I got married. It won't get bugs for decades, unlike the beds made of fir wood nowadays, which start to creak after just a few years. The bed in Ah Jin's room is like that. There's a pile of sawdust gnawed by bugs on the floor."
"Grandma, why are you talking about this?"
Qin Jin came out of the kitchen, "The water is ready, I'm going out to play!"
After saying this, he ran away, fearing that Grandma Qin would continue to order him to do work.
Grandma Qin smiled as she watched him run away, then turned back to look at Song Shuyan, "Song Zhiqing, shall we begin?"
She touched her neatly combed and tied-up silver hair. In fact, before Song Zhiqing came, she had washed her hair inside and out and wrung it dry, for fear that Song Zhiqing would think her hair was dirty.
Song Shuyan was also looking at Grandma Qin's silver hair.
Her hair is styled in an elegant bun.
However, she suggested again, "Grandma Qin, how about I help you cut your hair?"
She gestured with her hand, "Get a short haircut that can be tied up. It's easy to manage and looks good too!"
Long hair is a breeding ground for lice.
Grandma Qin is old, and it is difficult for her to take care of her long hair.
Grandma Qin, who had long hair all her life, couldn’t accept it and kept shaking her head, “No, no!”
She couldn't imagine how ugly it would be to have such short hair.
Song Shuyan couldn't persuade her, there was nothing he could do.
Following Grandma Qin's instructions, she poured out the camphorwood oil and evenly applied it to her silver hair. The pungent smell made her doubt again, "Will this stuff really not be toxic if it comes into contact with my scalp?"
Grandma Qin said firmly, "No."
She suddenly sighed, her cloudy eyes filled with nostalgia for the past times. "Actually, I can do it myself. I just suddenly remembered a time when I was a kid and my hair was infested with lice. It was my mother who fumigated my hair."
"Later, I did it to my own child and Ajin's mother..."
Song Shuyan didn't stop moving and just listened quietly.
I didn't care why Grandma Qin could do it herself and asked her for help.
"Come to think of it, you look a bit like Ajin's mother. Even the position of the mole at the end of your eye is exactly the same."
Song Shuyan suddenly remembered that before going to the countryside, Song's father might have been afraid that she would have illusions about Song Yan's adoptive parents, so he secretly told her that she didn't look like Song Yan's adoptive parents at all, and suspected that she was not the child of Song Yan's adoptive parents.
At this moment, when I heard Grandma Qin say that Qin Jin's mother looked like her, my imagination was inevitably running wild.
I became extremely curious about Qin Jin's mother.
"Grandma Qin, where did you pick up Qin Jin's mother? Why did she leave? Is she still alive?"
Song Shuyan thought of the rumors he heard from the village. They said that Qin Jin's mother was a crazy woman.
Everyone also tacitly believed that Qin Jin might be the product of Qin Jin's mother being bullied when she was wandering.
She was deeply saddened by what she had heard about what had happened to Qin Jin's mother.
Deep down in her heart, she also hoped that Qin Jin's mother had nothing to do with her.
It was hard for her to accept that her blood relative was not living a good life and had such a tragic past.
Grandma Qin heard the sympathy and heartache in her tone and said with a smile, "Don't listen to what the villagers say. Ajin's mother is really a little confused sometimes. When she sees a pretty girl in the village, she will rush forward like crazy, hug her and call her her daughter."
"Most of the time, she's just quiet, but she's actually quite organized."
Grandma Qin lowered her voice and said, "In fact, sometimes I even suspect that she is pretending to be crazy."
Grandma Qin still finds it strange.
Qin Jin's mother seemed to be hiding from someone and deliberately made herself dirty. One day after giving birth to Qin Jin, she suddenly disappeared. She searched for her for a long time but couldn't find her.
Song Shuyan was surprised, "Pretending to be crazy?"
"Shh!" Grandma Qin looked around furtively and lowered her voice, "Keep your voice down."
Song Shuyan cooperated and lowered his voice and asked, "Why did she do this?"
Grandma Qin waved her hand dismissively, "I don't know!"
Song Shuyan frowned and thought about what could make a mother abandon her child.
Leaving the child to be taken care of by an elderly person living alone.
She is not afraid. What if something happens to the elderly before the child grows up?
Isn’t she afraid that the motherless child will be treated as worthless and be bullied?
She is not afraid, does Qin Jin blame her?
"Grandma Qin, do you know what Qin Jin's mother's name is?"
"have no idea."
Song Shuyan: “…” Don’t know?
He picked her up and raised her child for her, without even knowing her name.
Grandma Qin is really kind-hearted.
"I named her Xiaofen. She can understand when I call her Xiaofen and tell her to eat."
"Hey, Song Zhiqing, don't tell anyone about Ajin's mother. I'm afraid that if Ajin's mother really has an enemy to hide from, it will bring trouble to Ajin."
Song Shuyan nodded obediently, "Okay."
Grandma Qin actually didn't know why, but when she saw Song Zhiqing, she thought of Ajin's mother and couldn't help but tell her more about the past.
Song Shuyan applied medicated oil on Grandma Qin's hair and wrapped it with a cloth according to Grandma Qin's instructions.
Her hands felt sticky and greasy, so she went into the kitchen to wash them.
Even after washing with water, the smell still remains on my hands.
She glanced at the soap on the wooden shelf next to the patio and called out, "Grandma Qin, can I use your soap?"
Grandma Qin laughed cheerfully, "If you don't mind, feel free to use it!"
The children in the village were running around. When they passed by Grandma Qin's house, they saw her with a cloth wrapped around her head. Their innocent eyes were filled with curiosity. "Grandma Qin, what are you doing?"
When Grandma Qin took a look at the group of children, she saw that all the girls had messy hair and looked sloppy. All the boys had crew cuts and were equally sloppy, with mud stains on their clothes that couldn't be washed off.
She suspected that the lice on her head were contracted by them.
These days, they like to come to our house to see the little fish.
Give a hug and tease.
Grandma Qin waved her hand and called people over.
"Grandma Qin, what's going on?"
A few children came running over quickly.
Grandma Qin took a closer look at their heads. Wow, there were so many small black and white spots on them. If they weren't lice, what else could they be?
She had a headache. "You have fleas, did you know that? Does your mother know?"
The little girls looked at each other and scratched their hair, "I don't know."
"It turns out my hair is always itchy because I have lice." A little girl sighed.
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