Siheyuan: the beginning to realize the freedom of cooking

Big Mom can't sleep anymore.

She sat up and turned the light back on.

The uncle struggled in his dream for a while, then gradually stopped.

The big mother looked at the big man's arm and frowned.

The uncle's right forearm has been pulled out by himself with many blood marks.

Several of the skins were obviously torn and blood was oozing.

The aunt stared at the bloodstains on the uncle's hand, and for some reason, she remembered a night half a year ago, when the uncle also had a few scratches on his hand.

She frowned, feeling that some fragments of the picture in her mind were gathering together little by little.

That day seemed to be the first seven nights of the stick, right?

At Widow Qin's house next door, paper was burned all day long, and the smell filled the yard, so she remembered it very clearly.

It was vaguely that Mrs. Jia Zhang should be in the yard that day.

Because of the sound of her crying, the whole courtyard could hear clearly.

This was one of the few Jia Zhangs who wept bitterly from the bottom of their hearts. The last time was when Jia Dongxu had an accident.

She seemed to have had several quarrels with Widow Qin that day.

Hiss, I remembered.

She remembered that two or three days after Jia Zhang's first seven days, the police came to tell Widow Qin to claim the body.

It is said that it was because he fell into the water when he went to the river to burn tin foil for the stick.

The only thing that can't be confirmed now is when did Jiazhang go to burn the tin foil for the stick?
From the day when the prison sent someone to notify Widow Qin of the death of the stick, to the first seven days, there were several days in total.

Among them, it is possible for Jia Zhang to burn paper for sticks every day.

As for whether it is the first seven days, only Widow Qin will know better.

If it happens to be the day of the first seven, it means that Jia Zhang's slip and the scratches on the uncle's hand occurred on the same day.

As the saying goes, think day by day and dream at night.

If there is no ghost in his heart, how can he dream of becoming Jia Zhang?

Thinking of this, Da Ma didn't dare to think about it anymore, and her whole body trembled.

Then, she quickly persuaded herself not to think about it.

What if those few scratches really came from where the uncle accidentally scratched them!

The first mother just sat there until dawn, until the morning sun shone into the house.

She got up from the bed and was going to make breakfast for the child.

Seeing that the time was almost up, he shouted: "Old Yi, Yu Wang, it's time, it's time to get up."

After Yi Yuwang heard the big mother's shout, he stretched, got up, brushed his teeth and washed his face.

The old man was still lying on the bed motionless.

"Old Yi, get up quickly, you're going to be late for work soon!" The first mother yelled at the first uncle, preparing a washbasin and a toothbrush for him.

I saw the uncle let out a "hmm", but still didn't get up.

Seeing this, the first mother put down the washbasin in her hand, walked up to him, and looked at him: "Old Yi?"

I saw that the uncle's cheekbones were flushed, and he was moaning.

The big mother stretched out her hand to touch the old man's forehead.

Hot!I have a fever!

The aunt shook her head and muttered: I told you to sit there with your wet clothes covered for a long time yesterday. I really don't know how to live or die, and I don't care how old I am, and I'm still tossing around like this.

The nagging was nothing but nagging, but the aunt still poured a glass of water and put it beside the old man's bed.

"I'll send Yuwang to school, and I'll bring you back the fever-reducing medicine by the way."

After finishing speaking, Da Ma took Yi Yuwang and went out.

After the first mother delivered the child, she stopped by to buy medicine.

After returning home, I gave the uncle the fever-reducing medicine.

After the uncle took the medicine, he fell asleep with his head covered, and fell into a dark sleep.

Seeing that the uncle was asleep, the aunt turned around and left the house.

Came to the door of Jia's house.

The aunt looked through the window, wondering if Qin Huairu was there.

Since she came out of prison, she has not been able to find a formal unit, so she picks up trash for a living.

at this time.

Jia's door creaked open.

Qin Huairu was fully armed, ready to go out with the equipment.

Seeing Da Ma looking at her window, she couldn't help being taken aback.

Over the years, Da Ma hasn't talked to herself very much.

When we usually meet each other, we act as if we didn't see each other.

Qin Huairu knew in her heart that thanks to the big mother these years, she hoped that the child could grow up normally.

So she treats Da Ma as a stranger and has no opinion at all, and thinks it's better.

"Big Mom, do you need me?" Qin Huairu looked at Big Mom who hesitated to speak.

The first mother looked a little embarrassed, and said in a low voice: "Can we chat for a while?"

Qin Huairu nodded, and stepped aside to let Da Ma into the house.

After entering the room, Qin Huairu pulled a stool for the eldest mother to sit down, and sat down opposite her.

The first mother hesitated for a moment, looked at Qin Huairu, and asked tentatively: "Huairu, when did Aunt Jia slip up?"

Qin Huairu was slightly taken aback when he heard the words: "Mother, why do you ask this?"

The first mother lowered her eyes, she didn't want to tell Qin Huairu what she suspected before she figured it out.

"Huairu, to tell you the truth, your uncle had a fever and had nightmares, and he kept talking about Aunt Jia. I believed in these things, and I felt a little jealous in my heart. I wanted to burn some paper for her on the anniversary of her death."

Qin Huairu nodded: "On the first seven days of the stick, she went to the river to burn tinfoil for him, and it was at that time that she stepped on the ground and fell into the river."

When the first mother heard the answer she was most afraid of, she was shocked.

It's rare for Qin Huairu to have someone willing to talk to her now, and the words opened up the chatterbox, and the past flooded out like a tide.

"Speaking of which, the lives of the Jia family are not good. They all died, first Dongxu, then Banggen, and then my mother-in-law. If it wasn't for burning tinfoil for Banggen, she would not have gone to the river. Probably At that time, she was the only one by the river, and she scratched her fingernails, but she still couldn't climb up."

When the first mother heard this, her pupils tightened instantly.

The hand on his lap trembled uncontrollably.

The scene of Jia Zhang's grabbing and breaking the uncle's arm was automatically made up in his mind.

But there was one thing that she never figured out.

Why did the uncle do this?If he pushed the stick into the river, she could understand why.

Qin Huairu looked at the eldest mother who was stunned and silent, and felt something was wrong in her heart even more strongly.

She quietly asked: "Mom, did you find something?"

When the first mother heard this, she jumped up as if she had been scalded by boiling water: "Huairu, I have something to do at home, so I'm leaving first."

With that said, he ran out of Jia's house as if fleeing.

Qin Huairu squinted her eyes, watching the aunt running away, with a sneer on the corner of her mouth.

The old dog surnamed Yi, it really is you!
The life owed to the Jia family is now added!