Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 4377 Who is singing?

As soon as they turned around the corner of the kitchen in the backyard, Sun said to Yang Ruoqing, "Why are you here? Didn't you go to see Jun Mo and Zi Chuan? Are they awake? Are they all okay?"

Yang Ruoqing said: "They're awake, and they're all fine. I heard from my aunt Cuilian that you were called over by my mother. I'm worried so I'll take a look."

Mrs. Sun smiled, "There is nothing to worry about, your grandma is not a big tiger eating people."

Yang Ruoqing raised her finger and pointed to the toilet in Mrs. Sun's hand, "This is scarier than a big tiger eating people!"

Mrs. Sun shot Yang Ruoqing a look, and said: "Don't say that, when people are old, your grandma is like that before, you are not around anymore, looking at it really hurts, blood is coming out..."

"Mom, you better stop talking about my grandma, I'm not suitable for listening to these thrilling things now." Yang Ruoqing said.

Glancing at the toilet, he subconsciously covered his nose.

The airtightness of this toilet is not very good, it is too close to the station, it is inevitable...

"Mom, let's go, I'll accompany you to pour, let's go home as soon as we're done!" Yang Ruoqing said.

Sun knew that Yang Ruoqing was preoccupied with these things, she said: "You don't need to go there, you go back first, I have to talk to your grandma after I finish cleaning the toilet, and sit with her for a while before leaving."

Yang Ruoqing glanced at the dark lights outside the yard: "It's okay, I'll be your companion, and then I'll go back."

Yang Ruoqing stood beside the courtyard door in the backyard, ensuring that Mrs. Sun was within her sight.

Being bored, she glanced around, looking at the small courtyard where she had lived for a year, and the three low thatched huts to the west.

These three thatched houses have very different meanings to her.

After she came to this time and space, she was born here, started from here, and experienced setbacks, almost devastating blows and suppressions here, but in the end, she also climbed up from here little by little.

Although the thatched house is dilapidated, when it rains, the big ones fall outside and the small ones fall inside the house. The pots, pans, pans, and footbaths are all used to catch the rain. Ding ding dong dong accompanied her like a big ensemble many sleepless nights...

The bitterness in this is only clear to me.

"Oh oh oh... Mmmmm..."

From the room with dim lights, such a voice came out, and when it was distorted by the night wind and then blown into the ear, it had a magical power to make people want to sleep.

"Oh oh oh... Mmmmm..."

The voice came out again, it was a woman, Yang Ruoqing suddenly remembered the young crazy woman who was imprisoned in the house, yes, it was the one that my little cousin brought back from the outside years ago.

The last time she went to Zhao Liu'er's room to see Xiao Niuniu, that crazy woman also came and brought them a thrilling trip.

By the way, no one knows the name of that crazy woman, but the surname is Xia.

Thinking of Xia's distorted smiling face squeezed behind the crack of the door that day, and those eyes that seemed to be facing pain, death, and injury without any fear, Yang Ruoqing still couldn't help feeling a little palpitating.

She is not afraid of the living, nor is she afraid of the dead. She is most afraid of this kind of half-dead with mental insufficiency, like a crazy machine that will never stop roaring as long as it has oil.

While thinking wildly, Mrs. Sun came over after washing the toilet.

"Qing'er, what are you looking at?"

Mrs. Sun came to stand beside Yang Ruoqing for a while, and found that Yang Ruoqing was tilting her head and looking at the brightly lit West Room, very engrossed.

Hearing Sun's question, Yang Ruoqing suddenly recovered.

"Mother, I'm listening to Xia's singing." She said.

"Mr. Xia singing?" Mrs. Sun was startled for a moment, and then realized who Mrs. Xia was talking about Yang Ruoqing.

"You mean Yongqing's daughter-in-law?" Sun Shi asked, and she also pricked up her ears to listen, "Why didn't I hear it?"

Yang Ruoqing said: "It seems to be at rest now, I was still singing just now, I stood here and stopped for a long time!"

Sun smiled, "Then what did she sing? Is it nice?"

Yang Ruoqing thought for a while, and said truthfully: "I can't say whether it sounds good or not, but my voice is not bad, very light and soft, the tune makes me want to sleep!"

Mrs. Sun laughed again, "Then Mrs. Xia is singing a lullaby. I heard from your fourth and fifth aunts that after Mrs. Xia was locked up in this room, she made a fuss every day to go out for a run. At first you Little cousin Yongqing is coaxing Xia shi patiently."

"Later, there was a lot of trouble, and he became impatient. When he became stubborn, he beat Mrs. Xia, and Mrs. Xia made more trouble, and she was not afraid of being beaten at all."

"Later, your Fifth Aunt came up with a way to get someone to wrap two pieces of children's old clothes in pillows and throw them in, and put an old broken cradle in there to make her a baby hug, so it stopped. Singing every day to lull the children to sleep!"

When she first heard Mrs. Sun talking about Mrs. Xia, Yang Ruoqing's first reaction was probably to laugh like many people.

A fool is a fool, and she can play for a long time with a pillow.

But after laughing, looking back for a while, a kind of indescribable sadness and distress suddenly filled my heart.

"Mother, I want to go to the window over there and take a sneak peek at Xia family." Yang Ruoqing said.

Mrs. Sun hesitated for a while, intending to stop her.

"Okay, then I'll accompany you there." She said.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Mom, you'd better not go there, there are so many of us, it would be bad if we startled her, and then we will have trouble again."

"It's better for me to sneak over and take a look alone."

Mrs. Sun thought about it for the same reason, "Okay, then be careful, I'll wait for you at the kitchen."

Yang Ruoqing quietly came to the window of the west room, and looked in through the gap of the dilapidated window.

The outside of the house is locked, and the little cousin probably went to the entrance of the village to watch a play and eat fritters, so he is not in the house at this moment.

In a room with weak lights, there is a simple bed, the bed is messy, piled up with piles of bedding, clothes and so on.

There was a table in front of the bed, and the table was also full of things. One leg of the little cousin's trousers was on the table, and the other side hung to the ground.

The ground was also messy and messy. There was a cradle in the middle of the mess, and there were piles of things in the cradle.

Yang Ruoqing was puzzled, where did there come from so many shabby clothes?
The cradle moved gently and made a creaking sound.

Xia Shi sat sideways on the side of the cradle, gently pushing the cradle, while she was pushing back, she nodded lightly towards the cradle, smacking her mouth, like a real mother teasing her child.

From Yang Ruoqing's perspective, she happened to see the gentle and loving smile on Xia's clean face.

Yes, her face was really clean, her hair was combed neatly, and although the clothes on her body were worn out, they were not dirty at all.

In this room, the cleanest and neatest is herself.

(End of this chapter)