high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 14

"The head of the house, the head of the house."

The woman yelled softly.

The wind whimpered in through the broken window, and the old window paper was blown high, making a piercing sound that disturbed the woman.

"The head of the house, the head of the house!"

She yelled a few more words in a low voice, but this time, her voice raised a few degrees unconsciously.

The man sitting on the threshold was motionless, as silent as a stone sculpture.

He coughed a few times, took off his old smoking pipe, and tapped on the threshold with his yellowed fingers.

Behind him, the woman's voice was louder and louder, and her voice seemed to be urging her to die.

He couldn't help coughing again, and sat on the threshold, the wind at night was really strong.

The man remembered that when he was a child, if he dared to sit on the threshold to play at night, his mother would definitely beat him severely.

Mother is not a master, neither is father.

None of them had read any books, and all of them were born in the Zhao family.

It is unbelievable that there is only one child in the family.

Aunt Qian's family next door, Monkey has five brothers and sisters, and even fights are more powerful than other families.

Mother complained more than once about the uselessness of father, and after complaining, she went on to complain about her stomach.

In the mother's eyes, it seems that as long as they have more children, their family's situation will be prosperous.

From childhood to adulthood, men have grown up with complaints.

The voice grew louder and harsher.

Why?Isn't she the one who did the wrong thing?

Why is she still so loud?

The man's hands trembled slightly, and he was suddenly a little scared.

He was afraid of being heard by the people next to him.

No, they must have heard it, maybe they were still laughing in the corner.

He was afraid of what he would do tomorrow morning.

The man covered his mouth and coughed heart-piercingly.

Cough louder, louder...

He said to himself in his heart, in this way, they will not be able to hear clearly.

Pillows slammed on the head from behind, shoes, keys, chests, clothes—

Sesame-like balls fell all over his body together with the paper bag.

The man grabbed the ground, it was his medicine...

Suddenly he couldn't bear it anymore, hugged his knees tightly, buried his face, and cried loudly like he was beaten by his mother when he was a child.

In the sound of crying, he suddenly thought of his mother.

Every time my mother beats herself, she cooks herself a bowl of brown sugar eggs.

The man still remembers the smell to this day.

Two tablespoons of black glutinous rice wine, an egg, and a whole piece of brown sugar.

The egg yolk floats in the sugar water, with a sweet steam, one bite, and the satisfying sweetness and heat rush from the tip of the tongue into the stomach.

That is the unique taste of childhood.

His mother had died a long time ago, and he couldn't remember when he had never tasted brown sugar eggs again.

The man's entire face turned pale violently, his crying was interrupted, and he tightly covered his mouth, as if he was about to cough out his lungs.

Mother, mother...

He had the last hope that the woman sitting on the bed would help him up and panic.

But nothing happened.

The man didn't know how long he had been coughing, but he could barely see clearly after the scurrying Venus disappeared.

He coughed up blood again.

He leaned against the wall and slowly got up, turned his head, and the woman sitting on the bed looked calm, with her feet raised, looking at him with contempt.

"Hehe~"

Laughter came from the door next to it, and when the man went to look, the window was hastily shut.

hey-hey--

hey-hey--

He tried to breathe with his mouth wide open, his heart was congested for a while, and tears flowed out.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey...

That burst of laughter kept echoing in his head, the man slapped himself in the face, and slowly shook his head.

"You are a sick child, the fact that you are able to marry me is the smoke from the ancestral grave."

The woman who was originally terrified was now proud. She looked at the man coldly and spat hard on the ground.

"Young master Zhou is the son of the second bedroom master, but that is the young master of the Zhao family! Who are you crying for? I was favored by Master Zhou, but it is a blessing for eight lifetimes of your family!"

She didn't pay attention to the man's increasingly pale face, and there was no trace of blood on that sallow face.

"If your damn old lady didn't come to beg repeatedly, you thought I cared about your family? You don't have anything, and you can't even eat two catties of meat during the holidays."

When the woman said this, she gained more confidence. She jumped off the bed and pointed her finger at the man's nose without taking a step back.

"Can you afford this bracelet with your salary this year?"

She took off the jade bracelet on her wrist, shook it vigorously in front of the man's eyes, and sprayed saliva on the man's face.

"Can you afford it?"

The woman's voice was sharp and she repeated it again.

"Hey Hey……"

This time, he heard the family laughing from the other side of the wall.

Hey Hey……

People's faces turned around him, their eyebrows and eyes were deeply curved, the corners of their mouths were turned up, and they smiled happily.

His eyes became more and more blurred and blackened in bursts. He struggled to turn his head, and finally took a look at his wife before falling down.

"mother……"

At the last moment of his life, such a thought flashed through the man.

"You're not always right, like now."

He fell straight to the ground like a log, lifeless.

The woman's voice was far away, and he knew that this time, he finally didn't have to listen to her scolding anymore.

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Seven days later at night, a woman in filial piety opened the door.

She touched another jade bracelet on her wrist, unable to put it down.

Since the man died, she and Zhao Zhou had no scruples left. The woman closed the door and lay on the bed with a charming smile on her face.

Young people, how can you have a calm mind.

Waiting for me to hang out with him for a few more days, I would act like a baby and beg him to take me into the room.

Maybe, I will be a grandma in the future.

She covered her face and smiled coquettishly, and rolled a few times in the quilt.

"Hehe~"

Suddenly she heard a low laugh.

The wooden door was opened at some point, and a figure squatted on the threshold, coughing twice.

A biting chill came from the bottom of her heart, she wanted to yell, she wanted to cry, she wanted to call someone over...

But the woman couldn't do anything, she just watched herself move towards the threshold like a marionette.

The moonlight is extraordinarily bright tonight, and everything under the big jade plate is shining brightly.

There was no sound, not even the sound of crickets, and even the sound of having sex next door, which was usually very disturbing, disappeared at this moment.

In the moonlight, all sounds are dying.

"Uh...uh..."

Tears welled up in her eyes, and a few indistinct syllables came out of the woman's throat.

She saw, another figure, another figure sitting beside the dead man.

The elderly woman stretched out her hand and gently combed her son's hair with a loving tone.

"Mother is sorry for you. Mother shouldn't have let you marry her in the first place. Mother misjudged her. Mother thought she was a woman from the Gu family."

The man remained silent as before, but leaned his head gently.

The long-dead mother-in-law turned her head, and there were maggots crawling in and out of her empty eye sockets. She looked at the woman, and her toothless gums slowly widened.

"Mother will cook brown sugar eggs for you."

(End of this chapter)