Talented Young Lady

"You, you evil animal, you take things from your father's study again!" Grandmother also just looked up, saw the uncle's hand, yelled angrily.

"Cut, there's no paper in the toilet. Isn't it convenient for me?" Uncle said with disdain: "Dad, there is a pile of waste paper in the room, just like you are treasure."

"What do you know? This is you..." Grandma said angrily.

"I what? Is it useful for you to guard that pile? That's a bunch of rags. The collectors don't take it! " My uncle pushed my grandmother fiercely and yelled, "I'm over 30 years old. Now my wife doesn't know where she is. You'd better think about how to make your son have a future! Otherwise, our Tian family will be broken! Even if you are dead, you will have no face to see my father and my grandmother when you go underground

Grandmother staggered a few steps, her back hit the wall, her hands supporting the wall behind her, shaking the candle light out of the corner of her eyes shed two tears.

"Cry, cry what cry! Just cry! Have time to cry, hurry up, give me to go out to change money, if you can't find money, don't come back, die outside! Useless old thing Uncle hate scolding, at the same time with one hand on the paper ready to wipe the bottom, the other hand is to push grandma.

"Wait!" I stood up.

It was very dark in the room, and the brightness of the candle light was not big, but I still saw in the faint light the joy that flashed on my uncle's face with my voice.

Also, grandmother that white eyes, complex look.

My uncle put out his hand and said to me

My uncle's eyebrows picked, and on his face, you didn't give me money to let me stop doing things to the old lady, but asked me to wipe my buttocks. He looked at the paper on his hand, hesitated for a moment, handed it to me and said, "be careful, this is a legacy left by my father. My mother is precious. Don't break it."

By is I already in the heart repeatedly let oneself calm down, also can't help but shriveled the corner of the mouth, almost did not give him to spray back.

I forced to suppress the impulse, reached out to take the pieces of paper, but just glanced at it casually, then put the paper on the table, looked at my uncle and said, "you let go of her, she is too old for you to push. Do you have any of these papers here? I bought it. "

Uncle spat, in thought I can not see the angle to the grandmother cast a proud look, turned back and said: "have, many, how do you want? Like it? "

I took a breath, stepped forward and held my grandmother's arm. I slowly helped her back to her seat and sat down. Without looking at the pieces of paper on the table, I rubbed my grandmother's shoulder and said, "you can offer me a price."

The uncle raised his trousers and said to the next one, "this is a good thing..."

"All right." I interrupted him coldly: "don't you just want money? How much? "

"My niece is smart, but..." Uncle's face slightly Leng, and then rely on the face to say.

"I'm not your niece." I gently interrupted his words again, said: "I have my own parents, I never know you, this gentleman, people can not be confused."

"Cut, isn't it? What are you doing here? What do you have to do with our family? " My uncle snorted, and his face was cold.

With his words, I just look down to see the flash in grandma's eyes, and feel a little sigh in my heart.

Almost without thinking, I said in a cold voice: "I didn't say that. I came to travel. My father likes some things with local flavor, so I came to have a look."

"You..."

"Good son, all right!" Grandma said to me, "if you like these things, there are still some in them. They are handed down from ancient times in our family."

"Yes, it is! One book, one book, one hundred, no, two hundred dollars, no, five hundred and one My uncle answered.

I opened my eyes and looked at my uncle and grandmother in surprise. I didn't understand the turning point. Then I said in silence, "well, I'll buy one."

"One? How can one be enough? " My uncle's eyes glared at her and scolded: "you dead old woman, what are you waiting for? Don't go out and change money! "

Grandmother's eyes suffused with a trace of tears, turned to look, face with a guilty color, said: "girl ah, or, you buy a few more."

"I..." But I said, "I'm not embarrassed by the money."

"I said you, dead old woman, quick..." My uncle stood up and tried to beat grandma again.

I held out my hand to block him and said in a sharp voice, "what's wrong with you? You do this to your mother

"You said it was my mother! You're not my niece. Why do you care about my family? " My uncle shook my hand and said, "anyway, I can't get my daughter-in-law. She has no face to see my father and my grandmother."

Voice a meal, raised eyebrows, uncle with a kind of even in the dark is also very obscene smile said: "if you love her, you pay, don't say you are poor, eat a meal all out of thousands of, you will not have money?"I blinked and remembered.

When I paid the bill after dinner in that small shop, because I had been thinking about what the landlady said, I opened my pocket bag and took the money out.

The cash I took was put in the bag for convenience.

I think it's the landlady who saw

This town is not big. With the big mouth of the landlady

I took a deep breath, looked down at my grandmother and asked, "how many copies do you have?"

"More, more!" Uncle's face showed a happy face, got up and rushed to the room which was separated by wood. Not long after, he came out with a pile of broken books and paper.

I think, I understand why the rag collectors don't want these anymore.

Those books and paper are yellow, very brittle, a little bit careless, a little bit more, can be broken into paper foam, it is impossible to do waste paper recycling.

"You see, there's more." My uncle put the pile of paper on the table, turned and rushed to the wooden house.

I subconsciously reached for a hand, and held the pile of paper away from the candle on the table.

Such a crisp paper can be burnt clean with just a little spark.

After carefully closing the pile of paper, I breathed a sigh of relief, and then suddenly felt awe in my heart.

I turned my head and looked at grandma.

In the beating of the candle, the whiteness in my grandmother's eyes seemed to fade away a lot, revealing a kind of unspeakable expression.

There are too many emotions in it. All I can understand is clearness and comfort.

After looking at me for three seconds, grandma stood up, picked up the candle and said to me, "go, go in and have a look."

I hesitated for a moment, or went up to her arm, followed her to the wooden house door.