Time space: the rough man's sick beauty, she turned wild

Chapter 920 Don’t pretend to be deaf and dumb

She saw it when she left in the morning.

Because it was an assignment that she was not in a hurry to hand in, and she hadn't finished it yet, she didn't bring it with her.

Daya raised her hand and wiped the tears from her face.

"Or...you can write it again." Thinking of Qian Dabao rummaging through drawers and doing whatever he wanted at home all day long, Shen Zhimei spoke hesitantly.

"I've been doing that calligraphy homework for a month..." Da Ya's tears fell softly.

Originally, I was just short of finishing one article.

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Da Ya started crying.

The teacher specifically asked them today if they insisted on practicing calligraphy every day...

Shen Zhimei looked at the tearful eldest daughter, feeling distressed and helpless.

"Mom, the water in the pot is almost dry." Erya's voice came from the kitchen.

"Hey! Here we come!" Shen Zhimei sighed and hurried to the kitchen.

After taking out the cooked dishes, she looked at the sky and started washing rice for cooking.

"Mom, what's wrong with sister?" Erya glanced in the direction of the small bedroom, tugged on Shen Zhimei's clothes uneasily, and asked in a low voice.

"Your sister's homework book is missing." Shen Zhimei sighed.

Ever since Qian Xingsheng and his family moved in, everything has been broken down or lost.

As soon as she asked, Xie Xiaofen started to speak in a sarcastic tone.

It is said that city people are noble, but their mud-legged people are looked down upon...

"Brother Dabao came into our small room today." Erya frowned.

Perhaps thinking of something, Erya turned around and ran out of the kitchen on her short legs.

Shen Zhimei thought that her little girl had gone to comfort her sister, so she didn't pay much attention and quickly poured the washed rice into the iron pot.

Thinking that her mother-in-law and sister-in-law were coming over for dinner, Shen Zhimei took out a few potatoes from under the chopping board and prepared to peel them and make spicy and sour potato shreds.

As soon as the potatoes were taken out, Da Ya's ghostly cries and howls came from the small bedroom.

Shen Zhimei quickly put down the potatoes and trotted back to the small bedroom.

The bedroom was not big. A bed, a low cabinet, a couch, and a row of wardrobes crammed the small bedroom into only a small corridor.

And at this moment...

Da Ya, holding a handful of scraps of paper in both hands, sat in the small aisle, crying heartbrokenly.

Erya stood aside helplessly.

Seeing Shen Zhimei coming, she hurriedly grabbed the corner of her clothes.

Shen Zhimei patted her little girl's hand comfortingly. Just when she was about to ask Daya what was wrong, she accidentally caught a glimpse of the scraps of paper in Daya's hand from the corner of her eye.

When she saw clearly what Daya was holding in her hand, Shen Zhimei's pupils trembled suddenly.

Although she was illiterate, she could still recognize what her eldest daughter wrote every day.

She had thought about this possibility before.

Can……

What's going on in your mind and what's happening in front of you are two different things.

"Sister..." Erya might have been frightened by Daya's hysterical crying, and for a moment she didn't dare to step forward.

"Da Ya, why don't you take this to your teacher tomorrow..." Shen Zhimei said cowardly.

Now that things have come to this, there's no point in crying.

When she thought about having to hand in her homework tomorrow, Da Ya cried even more sadly.

"What are you crying for?!" Old Mrs. Qian's shrill voice suddenly came from the door.

Shen Zhimei's body trembled reflexively.

Erya's hand tightened on Shen Zhimei's clothes, her young face full of panic and uneasiness. Da Ya's crying stopped even further, and she hurriedly got up from the ground.

Shen Zhimei's heartbeat speeded up unconsciously. She glanced at Da Ya and motioned for her to wipe the tears on her face.

Without even the slightest hesitation, Da Ya quickly raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face.

"Are you blind, or what? When did this happen? You haven't cooked yet, and you're waiting for me, an old man like me, to come and serve your family as a loser and loser?" Mrs. Qian yelled.

The old lady Qian was already upset because she had discounted forty yuan for no apparent reason.

At this time, I took the opportunity to find a punching bag, and I couldn't vent my anger.

Qian Zhizhi sat down on the single sofa and lazily put her feet on the coffee table, like an old man.

Qian Xingsheng and Xie Xiaofen moved to the double sofa in a familiar manner, as if they were waiting for a good show.

Old Mrs. Qian pinched her waist and glared murderously at the door of the small bedroom, as if her father-killing enemy lived inside.

Qian Dabao stood next to Mrs. Qian with his chin tilted slightly, his short legs trembling, looking very much like a second-rate kid in their village.

As soon as Shen Zhimei walked to the door, she was stunned by the fierce look in Mrs. Qian's eyes.

"Mom, you're back." She lowered her head in a hurry, not daring to look at Old Mrs. Qian's furious face.

Even so, she could still feel the coldness in Mrs. Qian's eyes.

The two sisters, Daya and Erya, huddled beside Shen Zhimei like frightened birds, never daring to raise their heads to look at Old Mrs. Qian.

"If we don't come back, will we die outside?" Mrs. Qian gave Shen Zhimei, mother and daughter a vicious look.

"Mom, I'm going to cook." Shen Zhimei whispered.

"If you're not going to cook, why should I?" Old Mrs. Qian had never seen such a weak-sighted person.

Shen Zhimei knew that she would make many mistakes if she said anything, so she said nothing and walked into the kitchen numbly.

Daya and Erya, who were following Shen Zhimei, didn't even dare to express their anger when they passed by Mrs. Qian.

Naturally, the caution of mother and daughter did not escape the eyes of Mrs. Qian.

What a loser!
The whole family is useless!
Old Mrs. Qian cursed crazily in her heart.

"Grandma, I want to eat big fat meat." Qian Dabao shook Old Mrs. Qian's arm like a baby.

Shen Zhimei, who was busy in the kitchen, bit her lower lip nervously when she heard this.

"Okay! My eldest grandson can eat whatever he wants!" Mrs. Qian smiled with a smile on her face.

Erya pursed her lips and looked at the potatoes, onions and cabbage on the chopping board, and asked in a low voice: "Mom, do we have any fat meat in our house?"

Shen Zhimei's potato-peeling blade went sideways...

"Mom, your hands are bleeding." Erya exclaimed.

The bright red blood dripped on the chopping board, which was a bit shocking to see.

Maybe the wound was a bit big, but in the blink of an eye, the chopping board was stained red.

"It's okay, it's okay." Shen Zhimei hurriedly put her hand under the faucet.

The tap water mixed with bright red blood flowed into the sewer.

When the wound on her finger stopped bleeding, Shen Zhimei started working again.

"Grandma, I also want to eat chicken cakes and white rabbit toffees." Qian Dabao's voice kept coming from the living room.

"Okay, okay, my eldest grandson can eat whatever he wants." Facing her eldest grandson, Mrs. Qian's usually sharp voice became gentle.

Shen Zhimei could even imagine how gentle and kind the old lady who gave the money was smiling at this moment.

"Shen Zhimei, did you hear that? Don't pretend to be deaf and dumb for me." Old Mrs. Qian's voice suddenly became shrill.

Shen Zhimei was startled.

My mind is a little confused.

She looked at the eldest daughter beside her.

But Da Ya's eyes looked more confused than hers.

Isn't grandma talking to Qian Dabao? !