Bi Tiegang said that he had to hurry back to the store to make a phone call. Bi Yue felt relieved and could tell her uncle that she was relieved.
She knew that her father was not the kind of parent in the village who had the final say, and that they could talk things over. He was different from her mother, who would speak for herself first even if she was unreasonable.
After driving Bi Tiegang to the store, Bi Yue returned home. It was already past nine o'clock in the evening.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw her mother sitting in front of the washtub, scrubbing clothes.
"Mom, didn't Dacheng come to pick you up?"
Liu Yafang rubbed her face with her arm, her hands full of foam, and curled her lips when she heard this:
"That unfilial fellow. I asked Goudan, but he hasn't come back yet. So, will it be just the two of you having dinner tonight?"
Bi Yue rolled up the sleeves of her white shirt, took a small stool, and let her mother wash the clothes while she rinsed the soap foam off them.
"You don't need to wash it, just leave it there. You're only making things worse. Go inside and read. You don't feel like studying anymore, so go to bed early. Why do I think you're going to suffer from the summer heat again? Have you lost weight?"
Bi Yue rolled her eyes and continued washing.
Her mother might have been talking nonsense one day. She must have been as fat as a pig, and her mother would still say she was thinner.
"It seems like I've gained three pounds."
Liu Yafang raised her arm and rubbed her face again:
"That's quite good. Eat more. You look so miserable. Being too thin is not good. Look at Liang Xiaoxiao. Humph, she's the same age as you, but they always hang out together. She has a big butt and a round face."
Bi Yue stood up and ran her hands through the clothesline before starting to hang clothes:
"Mom, that's just in my genes. [△网w ww.Ai Qu xs.] Why don't you look at yourself? You didn't give me the genes for a big butt and a round face."
When Liu Yafang heard this, she laughed heartily, and said with a smile on her lips:
"Well then. That's right.
Just be content, and let me grow up with you.
If he looks like your father, quite dark, that would be a real worry. Your grandmother's family is all dark.
I was thinking, a fair complexion can hide a hundred flaws. I was so worried at that time, but luckily you have a fair complexion like me, and Dacheng and Goudan both take after your father."
"Mom, who do you look like?"
"I look like your grandpa. Your grandpa was a famous handsome man in the village.
Haven’t you seen your uncle? He’s ugly, with small eyes, just like your grandma.
A girl will look like her father, and a son will look like his mother. This is a rule.
If I could have gotten pregnant with you at that time, oh, I would have been so worried.
After you were born, you didn't even dare let your father see you for the first time. It was Wang Mutou's wife in the backyard who let her in to see you. She's not bad looking, so she was allowed to come in and see you."
Bi Yue smiled and turned to look at Liu Yafang and said:
"Mom, come on, Wang Mutou's wife is just average-looking. That's absurd. Science relies on genes. And you're still calling my grandpa a handsome man? You act like you already know that."
After hanging up the clothes, Bi Yue turned and went into the house, but she felt that Liu Yafang was always staring at her from behind.
Bi Yue, feeling guilty, paced around the room nervously.
What was her mother thinking about as she stood in the yard staring at her window?
No way, she's not a big girl, and she's still pregnant, so it can't be that evil that you can see it, right? She's not pregnant at all, okay?
What was Liu Yafang looking at? She was squinting her eyes and smiling at her daughter's lighted room.
I don't know what Liu Yafang was thinking, but at this moment she thought:
If she really gets together with Xiao Chu, then what will happen is what will happen. Putting aside other things, both children are good-looking, so the baby she will give birth to will definitely be good-looking.
Well, she was somewhat satisfied with the fact that Chu was good-looking.
Bi Yue reopened the door: "Here, it's for you." At this time, she also realized that her mother probably didn't notice.
"What the hell?"
"It's for your face. Mom, I'm warning you, if you use the bottle as a cupping jar again, I won't buy you any more. They're quite expensive."
Liu Yafang immediately glared: "How much?"
"Don't worry about the price. Stop scratching your face with your hands and arms. If you don't wipe it off, how can it not irritate? It's itchy and painful because your skin is too dry. You've inherited such a handsome man like my grandfather for nothing."
"You kid!" Liu Yafang took it with a smile and scolded, and then said casually:
"That damned brat Dacheng, I think he got beaten up again. What time is it? He must be out drinking with his friends."
…
It was dark around nine o'clock in the evening.
Bi Cheng was not drinking as his mother guessed.
He was pretending to be a "second generation" and he almost got into a fight.
Just look at the ground, in front of the door of the short and dilapidated earthen house, Wang Qingtian's aunt was howling and throwing Wang Qingtian and her daughter's old clothes, quilts, and various shoes out of the door, even the shoes they wore for working in the fields were thrown out.
In the small room that could only accommodate a kang and an old desk, two young men, Wang Qingtian's two cousins, were searching on and under the kang.
The frame holding Wang Qingtian's father's photo leaned against the wall, the portrait in the photo seeming to bear witness to this absurd scene.
Wang Qingtian’s great aunt shouted:
"Money, huh?! That wasteland was left to us by your grandfather, for the male descendants of the Wang family. Do you and your mother have any shame? You're a girl, and you can't carry on the family line. How can you put this money in your own pocket?"
Wang Qingtian looked at the mess inside and outside the house. The girl was so angry that she was shaking all over. Even her voice was trembling. She shouted at the top of her lungs:
"Who of us is shameless?
When my grandfather passed away, was it agreed that the house and land would belong to my father?
There weren't so many wastelands at the beginning. They were all earned by my father. Not to mention that my grandparents were raised by my parents and my family sent them to our house to get medical treatment for their illnesses!
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