Dazhu's father smoked without saying a word, but Dazhu's mother knew that he was listening and waiting for her to continue.
"Ruan Ruan came here a few days ago, and she came again at noon today."
Dazhu's father still didn't say anything and continued to smoke.
Dazhu's mother glanced at her, hesitated for a moment, and then continued, "She said she was staying at our house before and left something there."
At this time, Dazhu's father looked at Dazhu's mother, but still did not speak. Instead, he slowly exhaled the cigarette, coughed up a mouthful of phlegm, and spit it on the ground.
Dazhu Niang stood up and took a rag to wipe the spit, continuing, "It's a photo, a black and white photo."
"How do you reply to her?" This was the first sentence Dazhu's father said tonight.
Dazhu Niang waited for a long time, wiped the spit clean, straightened up, and said slowly, "I said I would look for her for her."
Dazhu's mother was still kneeling, and when she straightened up, her height just reached Dazhu's father's waist.
Dazhu's father was sitting on the bed with his legs crossed. Upon hearing this, he pulled out one leg and kicked Dazhu's mother in the chest.
"Ouch!"
Dazhu Niang fell backwards and hit a cabinet. She was knocked down and used her hands to exert some force, falling to the right. The cabinet behind her also fell over, and the things on the cabinet fell to the ground with a "ping pong" sound.
"What are you looking for, you crazy bitch? We didn't take anything from her. Where are you going to find it for her? You crazy bitch!"
Dazhu's father was still not satisfied after just one kick, so he got up and kicked her a few more times, but he still felt unsatisfied. "I'm working hard outside, and you're staying home and causing trouble. I'll beat you to death, you crazy bitch."
He picked up his shoes and hit her a few times, but it was not enough. He wanted to hit her with his pipe but was afraid of breaking it. Finally, he searched around and found a thumb-sized stick and started beating Dazhu Niang hard.
The stick hit the flesh, making a "puff puff puff" sound, mixed with Dazhu Niang's suppressed "ouch" and an even more suppressed "woohoo" cry.
Li Dazhu heard the noise and came in.
"Dad, what are you doing?"
"You're just in time." Dazhu's father finally stopped and put the stick back where he had just picked it up.
"Come and see what trouble you, crazy woman, have caused us."
Dazhu's father sat cross-legged again and smoked his pipe, "puff puff", as if nothing had happened just now.
If Dazhu Niang hadn't been lying on the ground, one would have thought he had been sitting there without moving.
Dazhu Niang was lying on the ground, her body twitching, but almost no sound could be heard.
Because Dazhu's father once said that he likes quietness and is afraid of noise.
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