Bi Cheng also laughed after hearing this: "Sister, you are just a bad mouth. It's okay to know everything in your heart. It's embarrassing to say it out loud."
"I don't have the emotional intelligence to ask my uncle what he's doing. Isn't this just telling you something?"
Bi Cheng saw his adobe house that was about to collapse and replied casually:
"Aren't people like that? No matter how impressive they are outside, it's useless. Only in front of the villagers will they always think about proving something to others. They live all for the sake of face. In fact, it's useless to think about it, but they can't let it go for the rest of their lives."
Bi Yue remained silent.
Yes, this is not the era of later generations where people don’t even know their neighbors’ last names.
This was the era where people would walk from the east end of the village to the west end, or even chat with people from the villages ahead about who was in your family. The other person would slap their thigh and say, "Oh my God, that's my third uncle. Look, look!" It was the era when everyone knew each other.
Dad, mom, and uncle, I am quite familiar with these people.
Chinese people don't really care about face when they are in front of strangers. They are not afraid of making a fool of themselves, but they are afraid of appearing embarrassed in front of everyone they know.
Bi Yue supported Bi Sheng to the door of their house. To their surprise, what greeted them was not a big padlock, but smoke coming out of the chimney.
When I pushed the door to the outer room, the hot air hit my nose.
"Brother Dashan?" The brother and sister asked in unison.
Zhao Dashan is dressed much better than in Kyoto.
He wore a new cotton-padded jacket, dark blue trousers, and his hair was cut quite short. Unlike the cotton hat he wore in Kyoto, he only had a fire stick in his hand, which looked a bit out of place.
"Well, you're back? The kang is warm, and there's water boiling in the big pot. If you want to take a shower, go ahead and wash off your fatigue."
Bi Cheng glanced at Bi Yue, who said, "I went to the hotel and then to the train station to look for you, but I couldn't find you. You just closed the door and left without even saying hello? You look so good! I went to the train station and squeezed through the crowds but didn't see you."
Zhao Dashan stared at the mud bricks: "What's going on? What's the matter?"
"It's okay. I made some freshly made dumplings and invited you to my house for dinner. I was thinking of sending you on the train, but you were so kind. I packed another lunch box and went looking for you, but I couldn't find it."
After listening to Bi Yue's words, Zhao Dashan felt even more upset.
"Ah, I... that's enough. You two sisters, take a rest. We'll talk again tomorrow. I forgot to lock the door when I came out, so I'm leaving now."
After leaving the Bi family, Zhao Dashan felt very depressed.
The current situation is not that Bi Yuele is unwilling to kick the guy surnamed Chu out, but that he is not worthy and he is not clean.
Bi Yue pointed to the door suspiciously and asked Bi Cheng, "What happened to him?"
Bi Cheng lifted the lid of the large pot and prepared to scoop out hot water: "You did it. Brother Dashan, come on, you've already rejected me, so why are you still clinging to me? But, sister?"
Bi Yueli's eyes: "Stop talking nonsense. You want to be like your mother and interfere with who I treat well and who I don't? I think you are going to rebel against the heaven!"
Bi Yue entered the house and heard Bi Cheng muttering to himself in the outer room:
"Look at Brother Dashan. It's not that Brother Chu is bad, it's just that he's lacking something. What's missing? Sister, for example, let's say we heat the kang at home. Brother Chu definitely wouldn't expect that. He's never lived in a house like ours."
Bi Yue took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She was getting fed up with the past few days.
No one agreed to let her and Chu Yifeng continue to be together, even Bi Chengdu betrayed her.
But they didn't know that the more they did this, the more she felt sorry for Chu Yifeng.
You said that he was training in another place and not at home at all. Just because of his mother and sister, both of whom were annoying, he was taken to watch the flag-raising ceremony early in the morning and was forgotten. The good things he had done for her and Bi Cheng were also forgotten.
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On the 28th, the white flour rises, on the 29th, the steamed buns are steamed, and on the 30th, a night of sleep is stayed up all night.
This time in Zhaojiatun, Bi Yue sat on the kang, looking at the busy Liu Yafang, and sighed:
This is really her mother's home turf.
Her mother would run to the big vat in the warehouse to get frozen meat, and then stand at the front of the house and shout at the fat aunt. No matter how she heard the shouting, she felt so proud.
What he said was even more meaningless.
How many pounds of flour did you make at home? Who is coming to my house today?
In short, no matter whether she did anything meaningful or not, it seemed that she was idle and her mother was busy.
And, oh my god, she's not used to it!
What kind of life is this?
The meal time is irregular during the day. When someone comes, we heat up the sauerkraut and stewed meat, and put it in a large aluminum basin with the sauerkraut and large bones. We set up a table on the kang for everyone who comes, and serve peanuts, blood sausage with garlic sauce, and frozen cabbage with dipping sauce. We cook a big pot for each meal, and it feels like we are eating leftovers every day. There is no stir-fry at all.
Her father and uncle are even more terrifying.
There were two drinks a day, and no matter who came to visit, she and Gou Dan would run errands to ask Zhao Shugen and the third uncle to accompany them. Each person could drink two taels of wine early in the morning.
The floor was littered with cigarette butts, and the house was filled with the sound of loud voices. It was freezing cold outside, and her aunt's house was far away, so she felt like she had nowhere to hide.
Bi Yue really admires Bi Tielin. Why does she seem out of place while others adapt well?
Even though her uncle hasn't done farm work for many years, he can still sit cross-legged on the kang and chat with people for half an hour, and spend the whole day with them.
What's even more inconvenient is that she is not used to rural life.
She was lazy on the 29th and got up a little late in the morning. She was almost seen by visitors staying in bed and was glared at by her mother several times.
In fact, when she tilted her head and looked at the clock on the kang, it was just past seven o'clock.
"Dani'er, are you going to give your uncle some steamed buns?"
Bi Yue stopped complaining after being interrupted, frowned and shouted towards the kitchen:
"I'm not going!"
Liu Yafang was so angry that her daughter rejected her without even considering it.
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