Qingben beauty

Chapter 67
As soon as I asked a question, the proprietress started talking, telling me gossip about the Tian family.

The surname Tian is the common surname in this area, and my grandmother's family is the direct descendant. Although my grandfather's father smoked opium and ruined the field, there is still an old house and some gold and silver jewelry left in the family. Also considered a rich owner.

It's a pity that because of the rich peasant background, my grandfather's father died of opium smoking before liberation, and my grandfather himself was weak. He didn't marry his grandmother who was 30 years younger than him until he was 12 years old.

And my grandmother was born in poverty, and my grandfather spent a gold bar to marry her.

Grandma was very competitive when she came to Tian's house, and gave birth to the eldest daughter and the second son. Grandma's mother-in-law loved her grandson very much, but grandpa loved her daughter very much.

She also spent money to keep her daughter in high school and became a well-known talented girl in the town.

But the luck didn't last long. When the daughter was 15 years old, her grandfather got sick and died, and then her grandmother's mother-in-law also got sick.

The house leak coincided with the continuous night rain. At this time, the 14-year-old son actually enlarged the stomach of a female classmate at school.

After treating two patients in a row, the family was already poor, and the female classmate's family was a tyrant in the town. She asked Tian's family for an explanation, and almost burned Tian's family down.

The grandmother wanted to sell the old house to the female classmate's family to lose money, but the grandmother's mother-in-law disagreed, standing on the old street, pointing at the grandmother and yelling at her, saying that the old house was reserved for the grandson to marry a wife, and the house could not be destroyed If you want to fight, hit your daughter's idea.

Anyway, the daughter is a loser.

The grandmother called her daughter back from the county seat, and two months later, the female classmate's house stopped making trouble, and the grandmother married her daughter to the mountains dozens of miles away.

A year later, people in the town heard that the daughter of the Tian family had died, and died of dystocia, leaving only one daughter.

The custom here is that the married daughter throws water. The Tian family's daughter died at the age of 17, and it was just a few sighs, and no one asked.

What made people in the town bring this up again was that ten years ago, the daughter's in-laws approached Tian's family in the town and asked her grandma if she had abducted their granddaughter.

The two families had a big quarrel, and people in the town knew that the daughter's in-law's family was really not a thing. The granddaughter was sold as a child bride right after the son died, and the granddaughter didn't know whether she left or something happened one day. The whole person disappeared.

As for the grandmother's family, they have never cared about the poor granddaughter since the death of their own daughter.

Perhaps it was finally discovered by conscience that grandma started wandering around the town, crying every day to find her granddaughter.

At the end, the proprietress said disdainfully: "Why are you crying? Who are you crying for? That girl Tian Luo was such a good girl back then. She must be talented, good-looking, and good-natured, just for her son. , I sacrificed my daughter, and for so many years, I knew that my granddaughter was not doing well, but I didn’t dare to take care of it just because my son said a word, and now I’m crying like a cat!”

Another customer came to the store, and the proprietress put away her chatterbox to greet the customer. I finished my meal in silence, paid the bill, and left the store.

I walked slowly along the street outside the town and up the hill.

The mountain here is not as high as Tiantou Village, but the spring flowers on the mountain are more colorful and brilliant.

I found a depression, picked up a few stones to cushion it, and sat down.

I looked at the small town in the nest at the bottom of the mountain, and at the fog rising around me.

I thought, there used to be a girl who walked through that town like me, stroking those old stone walls with her fingers, and the moss on the stone walls also left a faint aftertaste on her hands.

I thought, it turns out that my own mother died at the age of 17.

Probably not as old as I am now, and died on that simple wooden bed.

Perhaps it was the mist in the mountains that drifted into my eyes, I lowered my head, and habitually rolled myself into a ball.

Just sat like that until it got dark.

I got up before dawn the next day. I meditated first, and then went out for a run around the town.

After the breakfast shop in the town opened, I went to eat something, and after wandering around the town, I strolled to the old street.

No matter how she treated my mother in the past, she has indeed cried for me in the past ten years.

I thought, I should go see her.

I knocked on the old door.

The door opened with a creak, revealing grandma's face and her eyes that had obviously been crying.

My heart was a little sour, and I called grandma softly in my heart.

After opening the door, my grandma looked at me for a long time before she said happily, "Niu, Niu, is that you?"

"I'll come and see you." I didn't say yes or no, just smiled at her.

"Okay, come in!" Grandma smiled happily, hurriedly opened the door and let me in.

I walked into the courtyard and followed her into the main room.

It was just dawn, and the light was not too strong, so the main room became darker because there was not much sunlight in.

Grandma fumbled for a candle and lit it, then turned around to pour hot water.

This time I settled down and sat down, and then looked around.

The house was quiet. The proprietress said that my uncle was not doing his job properly, and his wife ran away not long after we got married. Now there are only two people in this house, my grandmother and my uncle.

It seems that my uncle is probably still sleeping now.

That's good, that's why I came earlier.

I want to see grandma, but not him!
"Niu, where do you live now?" Grandma came in with a bowl of tea and asked softly.

Hearing her voice, my heart skipped a beat, and I lowered my voice and said, "I'm in Pengcheng, my adoptive father said they picked me up in Xiangcheng, I'm sorry, I don't have any memories of the past. "

A look of distress appeared on the grandmother's face, she sighed softly and said, "Poor child, it's all to blame..."

"I have a good life." I interrupted her, and said with a smile that I thought should be able to show happiness: "Both my adoptive parents and adoptive parents have treated me very well."

"Really?" Grandma had a complicated look on her face, and said, "Hey, yes, that's fine, it's better than the Gu family who cannibalize people somewhere."

I smiled and said nothing.

Grandma didn't speak either, and the two of us just sat quietly, drinking a sip of hot tea occasionally.

Until there was a sudden bang in the back room.

"Mom! Get me some hot water! I want to wash my ass!" With an impatient voice, the man in his 30s came out of the back room.

It is my cheap uncle.

His jacket was open, his trousers were half-lifted in one hand, and a few pieces of paper was in the other hand to wipe his buttocks, and he walked out in such a big way.

My grandma and I stayed together.

Grandma jumped up and cursed: "You bastard, why don't you be ashamed?"

Uncle looked up, as if he had just seen me, raised his hand holding the papers and said, "Hi, niece!"

"You! Go back quickly! Put on your clothes!" Grandma pushed uncle to the back room.

I turned my head in embarrassment, but when my grandmother pushed my uncle past the candlelight, I turned back suddenly.

Although the light in the room was very dim, with the candle light, I could still vaguely see the few pieces of paper in my uncle's hand.

Yellowish paper with traditional Chinese characters arranged in vertical lines and well-crafted fonts!

(End of this chapter)