If we were to ask who is the most protective and biased, it would not be Bi Tielin or Bi Yue, but Fu Guo.
No matter what, the uncle and nephew of the Bi family still have to talk about reason and discuss right and wrong. How can you communicate clearly with such people?
Fu Guo is simply unreasonable, and sometimes he is very stubborn in his thinking and actions.
How could it be that he was very protective of Bi Jinzhi before, but when Bi Jinzhi had a miscarriage, no matter how Bi Jinzhi apologized, he changed so much that he even dared to slap her?
To describe this person in Northeastern dialect, he is always a little different from people with normal thinking.
Even though Bi Yue didn't say why she was in the graveyard circle with Fu Juan, it would be useless even if she did.
Because in Fu Guo's heart, his children are the real children, and other people's children are bastards.
Fu Guomian's hat was tilted and he was riding a bicycle with his daughter on his back, sweat all over his forehead.
He was panting with exhaustion, and from time to time he turned his head to look at his daughter. He tried to persuade her with a loud voice:
"Old girl, stop crying. You're just howling in the wind. Your face will become rough if you cry any more.
Listen to what dad said, don't bother with your sister.
Don't you see? Your sister's a bitch. No one can get along with her. It's not your fault, huh?
That kid won't open up to anyone. He's a little bastard with no conscience!
When she begged our family before, she kept silent and acted funny.
At that time, all the embarrassing things happened because your uncle and aunt asked me to borrow money. What an unfilial person.
I've just had a few days of good food and life is just getting better, but this girl is acting like there's no room for her at home. Now she's scratching the ground and making trouble for me!"
Fu Juan, dizzy from crying, looked towards the roadside blankly and sniffed pitifully:
"But my sister is good at studying. Dad, is my brain really that bad?"
When Fu Guo heard this, he realized that his daughter had finally spoken. That's good, that's good!
I'm really afraid that Fu Juan will inherit Bi Jinzhi's stubborn temper and get frustrated and depressed.
Look how scared the child was at her uncle's house. She looked like she was going to hit her head against the wall and die. Oh, she is his only daughter.
Fu Guo pedaled harder and shouted:
"What's the point of just studying? You're still ignorant and far behind me.
Look at her, she's grumbling and breathless, as thin as a thorn, and can't do any heavy work.
I’m telling you, old girl, seriously, Dad isn’t kidding you, so don’t listen to your mom’s nonsense!
What the hell, you're not as good as your sister? I think the three of your uncle's family combined are not as good as you.
How old were you then? Wearing open-crotch pants, you would go to the dilong ditch to collect firewood for home.
You are still a little kid, but you only know how to pick up an empty bottle to pour me some wine, and you keep as much money as you get in change. Even without an adult teaching you, you are good at counting.
That old woman Wang from the village saw me praising you over and over again, saying you were very smart, and…"
What other clever things had he done? Fu Guo couldn't think of anything for a moment. He had no words to praise his daughter, and the work of counseling had to continue, so he scolded Bi Yue.
"Your sister, your mother always says she's good at studying. Well, yeah, she's just like a dog urine moss growing on the throne room, she can only read a little.
If I can't do anything and can't learn to read, then God will really starve me to death. Unlike you, who can learn anything, my daughter is the smartest.
In the past, if your sister was like that, she would have been everywhere in the village, but no one would have come to her house to propose marriage. She was incompetent at everything she did, and she was so weak that she couldn't even move a muscle.
Your uncle treats you like a baby. If he were to take care of me, I would have slapped him in the face for that stupid move just now.
Just spoil him, this is just the beginning, life is long.
This grown-up girl doesn't act like a grown-up girl. She's so proud of herself for being able to drive a car. How old is she? She's like a troublemaker, everywhere she goes!"
Fu Juan couldn't hear anything. Although she thought her father's words made sense, she couldn't stop her mother from being fond of her sister. This made her even sadder. It was useless for her to be so sensible.
Fu Juan wished she didn't have a mother. She was obsessed with figuring out what to pack when she ran away from home, thinking about what to take with her. Then she simply gave up on worrying about what to pack and focused on the rest.
Thinking about whether she could scare Bi Jinzhi to death now that she was gone, the more he thought about it, the more relieved he became.
Fu Guo didn't hear a reply, so he turned his head hard to catch a glimpse of his daughter. But before he could catch a glimpse, the handlebars of his bicycle started shaking, forcing him to look ahead again. He sighed and said,
"Don't hate your mother. I don't know what's wrong with her. Isn't she always in that bad mood? Don't be like her, okay?
She's still talking about your mother. You just have her temper. Whatever your mother says next time, just turn around and leave. Dad will take care of it for you.
Besides, don't you have money in your pocket? Buy whatever you want. When you come back from a stroll, your mother's anger will subside.
You kid, you have to rush forward, how can you rush forward? If you keep going, how can she not hit you?
Girl, no matter what, your mother and I have to take care of things, and then your grandmother. How could you hit your mother? She must be so sad.
Think about it, let’s not talk about the distant past, just talk about this morning.
You ran out of the door with your head bare, and your aunt and the others saw you but acted as if they didn't notice anything. Didn't your mother have to get a hat for you and force you to wear it without even bothering to put on your shoes?
I curse a few times, and your mother also curses me, but you look at me and pretend not to hear! "
Fu Juan was just gritting her teeth and thinking about the plot of leaving home, but after hearing a few words from her father, her little face immediately wrinkled and tears came down again.
She licked the tears from her scarf, tasting the salty taste, and cried.
If you ask her why, even a girl in her teens can't explain it clearly.
Unexpectedly, she was born with a sentimental temperament, and she felt that her father's words had disturbed her. She immediately remembered the scene where her mother scolded her and put a hat on her, and then she remembered that she had beaten her mother.
…
Here, the father and son rode their bikes and chatted on the narrow path, while there, Bi Jinzhi lay on the kang instead of sitting, as if she had suddenly fallen seriously ill. Her eyes were colorless.
At first, she swore to Ge Yufeng that she would sever the mother-daughter relationship, and was so depressed that she wanted to divorce. After Ge Yufeng tried to persuade her for a while, Zhao Dashan came. Although Zhao Dashan worked as a chef in Kyoto, he refused to work when he returned to his hometown. He was called away by his mother to cook.
As soon as Ge Yufeng left, Bi Cheng was indeed in a very depressed mood. He didn't even say, "Auntie, don't cry" or anything like that. He silently boiled a pot of hot rice and rubbed away the broken teacup with an iron rubber.
If you ask Bi Cheng why he didn't say anything to his aunt, can the young man say that he was afraid?
Bi Cheng was indeed a little afraid of Bi Jinzhi's violent temper. He thought he wouldn't be able to persuade her, so he might as well not put himself in danger.
A few days ago, when he tried to persuade his sister, he almost got beaten before he even said a word against Brother Chu.
Whatever words of advice he gave might offend his aunt. Bi Cheng sat in the outer room, hoping his mother and sister would come home soon.
Bi Jinzhi was the only one left in the room, and she looked listless.
When a woman gets angry, she can't just talk about the matter at hand. She'll think about "all these years." What good has it been? The more she thinks about it, the more broken Bi Jinzhi's heart becomes.
Bi Jinzhi was still lying on the kang, feeling sad for her daughter. What she didn't know was that her backyard almost caught fire. If it wasn't for her own daughter, she really couldn't have been prepared to bury the flames.
…(To be continued.)
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