70s: Dressed As a Villain’s Wife

    Exiting the train station, it was different from the cities they had seen before. There were many pedestrians coming and going, and they could smell the aroma of hot wontons from afar. Xie Mingtu and Su Xiaoman first After eating a bowl of wontons, the searchers inquired about where they were going.

    Su Xiaoman put her chin on her hand and listened to the person who was listening to a Beijing movie describing how things went south and how things went north, she sat on the small stool and looked left and right, thinking to myself what should I do? Know where is the south and where is the north?

    The lost head turned and couldn't find the north... But the problem is that she usually can't find the north, Su Xiaoman is a person who has no sense of direction.

    Su Xiaoman: "…"

    Xie Mingtu next to him had been listening to the man, nodding from time to time, or asking carefully.

    Su Xiaoman breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that as long as one of them can find Bei, she is just a piece of trash.

      what…

    But for someone like her who has no sense of direction, how does it feel that these alleys and yards look the same? Not even a recognizable sign.

    …this is very frustrating.

    Looking for a place, is it difficult to find a room?

    Su Xiaoman bit her lower lip, and felt that if she was the only one who traveled here during the day, she could play a ghost on the wall by herself. When you wear it, why do you feel the same all around? All the sounds in my ears are the same, the same tone.

    Even the employees who push tricycles on the road to sell pickles, sauces and vinegars have met several times. Are they still there?

    "Mingtu, are you sure to go this way?"

    Xie Mingtu smiled and looked at her, "Why don't you call me brother Xiaotu? I'll tell you if I call you brother Xiaotu."

    "Are you addicted to listening to it?" Su Xiaoman kicked his calf, "You can't take me on a wrong road."

    "Don't worry, Manman, it's coming soon."

    …

    The two of them stopped at the door of a courtyard house. From the outside, they looked ordinary and were no different from other courtyard houses, except that they were a little worn out. They took the key to open the door, and the two of them walked in and took a closer look. , Su Xiaoman discovered:

    It's tattered, it's really tattered.

    —It feels like a dilapidated house.

      The gray color, the blue bricks were stained with moss, the vermilion on the pillars was very old, and the east and west wing rooms were half collapsed.

    To live here, you must first realize the major renovation of the dilapidated house.

    It was just a simple step into the small yard, but there were more than ten rooms in the house. Xie Mingtu and Su Xiaoman chose a less dangerous north main house and cleaned it up briefly. Su Xiaoman liked it the most. It is a few inches of land in the yard, and there are still several trees growing. The grass on the ground is yellow, and the trees are only left with branches and leaves. It contrasts with the dilapidated houses around it, making it even more deserted and depressing.

    I can't see much turquoise, only when I passed by the door next door, I saw the Chinese cabbage like a hill.

     Along the way, Su Xiaoman just wanted to sigh, there are many, many, many, many Chinese cabbages! !

    Children on the road sang, today cabbage stewed tofu, tomorrow cabbage stewed tofu, the day after tomorrow, cabbage stewed tofu...

    Xie Mingtu asked Su Xiaoman to sit and rest. He went to ask about the place and filled a few tanks of water and came back. Su Xiaoman and him cleaned up the main rooms and the back rooms in the north. The room was still a little old. For furniture, those that are not in use are thrown out, and those that can be used are kept.

    I heard the movement here in the yard next door and ran to the door to ask.

    "Isn't that the yard of Lao Meng's house?"

    "It's been a while..."

    "What's wrong?"

    "Whose family do you two belong to? Xie family? Are you the child of that...? Oh, looks familiar, the nephew of the old Meng family."

    "You're here in Beijing, do you want to stay?"

    …

    With their versatile Xie Gouzi, Su Xiaoman doesn't need to worry about anything else. He goes up to repair the roof, and goes down to fix the windows. .

    The two of them had a meal in the small kitchen at noon, and the hospitable aunt next door gave them a lot of Chinese cabbage and pickles. , I also cooked a cabbage and egg soup, with pickles, barely full.

    In an ordinary courtyard, a middle-aged man was sitting on the stone steps at the door, wearing a ragged black padded jacket, a cigarette in his mouth, and the jagged hair was covering the top of his head. The old, rotten cane lay across his ass.

    "Dad, I don't blame you for not getting the yard back sooner."

     "When the younger brother gets married, he is still crowded in this room. What if there are more children in the future?"

    "Aunt and Aunt are not here."

     "Brother, it was my grandma who didn't agree before."

    …

    On the heated kang in the main house on the north side, sat a thin little old lady, skinny as a wood, wearing a shabby coat and hat, coughing twice, even if she was old So far, that thin face can vaguely see that she was a beauty when she was young.

    "Mother, my little sister said that her youngest son has gone to Beijing and will live in that yard. In the future, the yard will be his."

    The little old lady squinted her eyes, her voice was sharp and thin, "It was her family."

    "Her youngest son, is it the banquet hall?" In this cold twelfth lunar month, sitting on the heated kang, it was warm and warm, eyes narrowed, thinking about taking a nap.

    Mr. Meng doesn’t remember things very well for a long time, and her past memories are fragmented. After living for more than 80 years, the part of the brain responsible for memory has long been screaming. strike.

    A lot of things I can't remember.

    I heard my son mention his little sister's little son, what a little son? Mrs. Meng thought for a while and remembered such a person. It was Xie Yazhi who told her several times, saying that her youngest son was like a second child, and Mrs. Meng never felt that way.

    Her youngest son has nothing in common with his second uncle.

    Mr. Meng squinted her eyes and looked at the third child in front of her. The only two boys in the third child's family, An Tai and Chang Tai's two grandsons, gave her the only remaining comfort.

    Her favorite son is gone.

    The lame man standing in front of the old lady, that is, middle-aged Xie Zhongqi, Xie Yazhi's third brother, showed an embarrassed look, not knowing how to describe what he was going to say next.

    When I first heard about this, Xie Zhongqi was full of disbelief, that such a thing happened at his little sister's house.

    Little sister's youngest son Jiang Yantang is not her biological son, but has been replaced since childhood.

    Xie Yazhi didn't dare to tell the old mother about this before, because she was afraid that the old mother would be too old and couldn't stand such stimulation. Now the really young grandson has gone to Beijing with his grandson-in-law. It is also not appropriate to let the old mother know.

    Xie Zhongqi mentioned this matter when he saw the old lady getting up and looking energetic.

    "Mother, it's not a banquet hall, little sister, her little son was not biological before, but he was stolen and replaced when he was born. Oh, what a guy who kills thousands of knives like this..." Xie Zhongqiyi 510 explained to Mrs. Meng how his little nephew was stolen.

    I was afraid that the old lady could not bear it, but who knew that the old lady just frowned and said, "I saw that it didn't look like her child, it turned out to be stolen. ...I haven't seen that biological grandson yet."

    "I'm in Beijing, I have to meet."

    Xie Zhongqi nodded, "See you, I want to see you."

    At this time, a middle-aged woman wearing a blue jacket ran in outside the door. It was Xie Zhongqi's wife Gao Mengyue. She came in and shouted for dinner. Xie Zhongqi and Gao Mengyue looked at each other , let the wife take the eldest daughter-in-law and serve the old lady for dinner.

    After dinner, the old lady fell asleep.

    Gao Mengyue stood outside the yard and sighed, "It's really hard to be your daughter-in-law."

    It is said that the daughter-in-law will become a mother-in-law for ten thousand years, but her mother-in-law is too capable of living, and now she has not been able to become a mother-in-law, and has to live under this old lady.

    Xie Zhongqi took a cigarette: "But who's not like this."

    "Hey, did your old lady really leave something behind? Otherwise, the Meng family doesn't know about it, so our old lady knows where to hide?"

    "I also asked about the land earlier. We will know how to dig in the future. I think the situation is getting better and better in the past few years..."

    "Wait for your nephew to come over, ask the old lady to chat with him, and give the yard to our second child."

    Xie Zhongqi shook his head, "Don't think about it, the old lady won't agree."

    "Heh." Gao Mengyue sneered, "Your old lady is the hardest to serve, she has to be humbly in front of her when she is eating."

    Xie Zhongqi glared at her, "It's not what you did before."

    Since the defeat of the Xie family, the previous Gao Mengyue did not respect the old lady, and was even mean. Later, when she learned that the old lady might know what the Meng family buried, she immediately changed Face, willing to be a filial son and a worthy grandson.

    It's not to deceive things first.

    Gao Mengyue pursed her lips, "Secretly kept some meat slices, it's not cold yet, call the elders to take a bowl back."

    "What's the use of saying that her old lady is hiding it, your old Xie family has given birth to our eldest and the second child, what good things, the old lady still doesn't keep them for them? Don't you have to go to the Meng family?"

    "She doesn't even know how many years she has been married to your Xie family."

    Xie Zhongqi: "It's from the Meng family."

    Gao Mengyue: "There are also many things from the Xie family."

    "A batch was cleared away back then, and I don't know how many things were left. No matter what it is, it's just like the yard. , don't you understand?"

    "There are several children in the younger sister's family and two in the younger brother's family."

    Gao Mengyue laughed, "What about the three grandsons? The grandson is a foreign character, the younger brother's family has two female dolls, what can they do, they have to be married off, the younger brother's thing In the end, it's not all our son's."

    Xie Zhongqi laughed with her.

    "You don't rely on me to give birth." Gao Mengyue stuck her waist proudly, thinking of Xie Yazhi and sneered a few times, "Your little sister is very kind to her little son, I heard that you grew up in the countryside, take a closer look, and even arranged to go to a university, I wouldn't believe it without your brother-in-law's handwriting."

     "Let her do a job for our two sons, that would be unwilling to help at all, her youngest son is a treasure."

    Xie Zhongqi: "She helped too."

     "Then the work is too tiring and our son refuses to do it, so can't we get them into the university?"

    "Ah, neither of them are good candidates for reading, so don't be fooled."

    Gao Mengyue: "She is also surnamed Xie, why don't you take care of the only two species in your old Xie family?"

    "Her rural son who was replaced has gone to Beijing? What's your name? When will you come up?"

    Xie Zhongqi: "In the next few days, Xie Mingtu."

    Gao Mengyue frowned, and immediately asked: "What did you say? What's it called?"

    "Xie Mingtu."

    Gao Mengyue became anxious when she heard the name, "Why does the youngest son of the Jiang family have the surname Xie? What do you mean by your little sister? Why does he follow What's our surname Xie?"

    —What does their house mean?

      Are you coming?"

     "Why is she so shy and surnamed Xie?"

    "Changing his name will make him Xie's family. She must be thinking of something?"

    Gao Mengyue tucked up her sleeves and said angrily: "Your sister is thinking well, her son will also come to share a cup of Lao Xie's soup."

    "Why do you ask her to give her son the surname Xie? There are still two Miaomiao in our old Xie family. Do we need her to give the youngest son the surname Xie?"

    Xie Zhongqi: "I didn't think about it at first."

    Xie Zhongqi really didn't think about it. When he heard the name at first, he didn't feel anything, but when Gao Mengyue mentioned it, his heart froze.

    Is it true that the little girl wants to send this child to Xie's house?

    "How can you think of that in your head?"

    Xie Zhongqi: "She didn't say it directly."

    Gao Mengyue sneered a few more times and sneered: "You think that Xie Yazhi's wishful thinking will really come true, a country boy from the countryside, send him to our old lady, See if our old lady recognizes this grandson of the 'Xie' family."

    "The grandson is a grandson, no matter how you can escape the word 'foreign'."