The Sweet Wife of the Seventies

Wang Xiaoqian didn't want to go out, but if Mrs. Wang ate the camellia oil at the corner of the street, she had to eat it. She couldn't eat anything else.

She is stupid, but also obedient. Although she won't make a big noise, she will sit there wrongly and don't eat.

Wang Xiaoqian is filial again.

He promised as soon as he softened his mouth.

As a result, I met a person who had a good relationship with guochunda at the entrance of the alley, and the person kept looking at her for several times.

Wang Xiaoqian's eyelids always jump, and she always feels bad.

I'm afraid something will happen.

"Mom," Wang Xiaoqian said to Mrs. Wang, "shall we play hide and seek later?"

Wang Xiaoqian said while feeding oil tea to old lady Wang, "you can't go anywhere until you find me? No matter what happens outside, you can't go out, OK?"

Mrs. Wang shook her head, "don't go."

Afraid of Wang Xiaoqian leaving.

"Mom." Wang Xiaoqian smiled and fed her. "If you don't go, qian'er won't go anywhere."

But you still have to hide your mother, or what if that person comes?

I can't help but regret. Did I believe those two young people too much?

Can I just let my mother suffer like her?

Even after being beaten for so many years, Wang Xiaoqian still wants to resist in her bones, so she can't just give in.

"Mom, as long as you are good, qian'er will be fine." Wang Xiaoqian buried her head in Mrs. Wang's arms, "Mom."

Her mother, although not pro year.

But just because of that sentence, qianer and Niang have depended on each other for so many years.

Also because of her, let her suffer so many years of injustice.

If she could resist fiercely in those days, she might not have married Guo Chunda, and she would not have suffered for so many years.

Thinking of Wang Xiaoqian makes me feel distressed.

God, when will such a day come to an end.

Sometimes, she thought, or she would die like this, and she would be free if she died.

But every time I see Mrs. Wang like that, every time I am lovingly held in her arms, she is such a big person. My mother will still comb her hair and sing nice nursery rhymes while combing her hair.

Wang Xiaoqian doesn't want to die.

She can't bear it.

Days, why is it so difficult?

Also reluctant to have an accident is grandma Yao who is drinking medicine.

"Grandma is fine." Grandma Yao put the medicine bowl on the table and said with a smile, "look, I'm worried about you two. It's an old problem."

It happens every year at this time of year. It's good to keep it for a period of time.

"I haven't found your grandmother yet. Nothing can happen." Grandma Yao smiled and said, "go ahead, do what you should do."

"Baby, you can't live without people in your shop. If I have your sister here, it's enough." Grandma Yao took Gu Lingling's hand and said, "didn't I tell you the puppet your grandmother made last time? I found it."

I'm also old and have a bad memory. I clearly remember that I put it in a box, but I can't find it there.

As a result, I suddenly found something two days ago.

"You go to the box and get it. It's the box on the table." Grandma Yao pointed and said.

"OK." Gu Lingling smiled and patted grandma Yao's hand. "I'll go and have a look. Didn't you say I played when I was a child?"

"Yes." Grandma Yao sighed, "it's just that my craft is not as good as miss."

Miss, your craft is like what you do.

"Grandma... Grandma?"