Otaku's beauty doppelgänger

Chapter 17
The village roads that have been in disrepair for a long time are full of pits, big and small. When it rains, these pits become large and small quagmires, so that people passing by have to walk carefully, and often have to step over or go around. .

Ye Han frowned and looked at the dilapidated dirt road in front of him, feeling very puzzled: the town has been engaged in new rural construction in the past two years, and building village roads is one of the key projects. Now most villages have access to it. The concrete road was built, but in this village, she did not see the slightest trace of road repair.

Walking carefully step by step, Ye Han unconsciously held the dumb mother's arm even tighter.

At this time, an hour has passed since the conflict just now.

Seeing Ye Han chase the two women away, seeing Ye Han's appearance after taking off his mask and the smile that made her forget the severe cold at the end of autumn, the dumb mother-in-law regarded Ye Han as a close person, she insisted on Giving Ye Han a basket of potatoes, Ye Han didn't refuse, but thanked her with a sweet smile, which actually made the dumb mother-in-law even happier.

But when Ye Han offered to drive her home, she refused to agree.Many elderly people are like this, especially unwilling to trouble others, and sometimes even refuse help from their own children.

Ye Han didn't force her, she picked up the basket, picked up the potatoes that the two women had dropped on the ground and put them in, and dumped them all into the trunk of the car. Then, she returned to the car with the empty basket. Beside the dumb mother-in-law, as soon as she hugged her arm, she refused to let go, and insisted on walking her home.

The dumb mother-in-law looked at the pestering little goblin who was hugging her, and she was also very helpless. Compared with the fragrance of the other party that made people feel comfortable from the bottom of her heart, she was very worried that the old man's smell on her body would infect Ye Han.

In the end, the mother-in-law couldn't hold back Ye Han, so she let Ye Han send her home. At this time, the special task column showed that the task of finding the dumb mother-in-law had been completed, and the second round of tasks appeared: entering the home of the dumb mother-in-law.

At this time, the wind and rain had calmed down a lot. Occasionally, a gust of strong wind would bring fallen leaves all over the sky from the hill beside him. Whenever this happened, Ye Han would hold his mother-in-law tighter, and the colorful leaves would float onto the umbrella and fall into the water. fell into a pit, fell to the side of the road, and even got under the umbrella mischievously, lying on her mother-in-law's shoulder, Ye Han gently brushed it away, and when he looked up, the small village was in sight.

The mother-in-law's house was just beside the road, in a lonely small courtyard, with only half of the house, the other half had collapsed, broken walls and ruins were not cleaned up, and weeds were overgrown.The side that collapsed was supported by a few long logs, and a few boards were scribbled on it to serve as a wall. The outside was covered with red and blue striped nylon cloth, which rattled when the wind blew.Grass grew between the roof tiles, and it was all withered and yellow, lying dying in the wind and rain.

Ye Han couldn't imagine what kind of life his mother-in-law lived on a daily basis. How many years had she lived like this, and how did she sustain herself in this hardship?
Not far away, a skinny middle-aged man was squatting under the eaves of his tile-roofed house, smoking a cigarette, his face was silent, and his eyes glanced at the village road from time to time. When he saw the figure of his mother-in-law, his eyes lit up, and he turned and walked into the house go.

Ye Han helped his mother-in-law into the yard. The small yard was empty, except for a simple sink with a half-broken faucet on it, which was constantly leaking water.

Opening the door, the mother-in-law led Ye Han in. She fumbled on the wall to find the light cord, and after a click, a small low-hanging lamp turned on, emitting a faint yellow light.

To Ye Han's surprise, this half of the room was quite tidy, there were few things, but everything was neatly placed.

Occupying half of the room is a one-hole stove. In the past, the stove was a must-have for every rural household. People relied on it for cooking. The stove burns firewood, and the smoke generated by the firewood burns through the roof. The chimneys are exhausted, so people who work outside will know that it is time to eat as soon as they see the smoke rising from the village.

But now most of the villagers have built new houses and used gas-fired gas stoves, and stoves are rare.

A row of chopped firewood was neatly piled up next to the stove, and behind it was a short long bench, which was specially used for sitting while lighting the fire and adding firewood. A layer of firewood ash had already accumulated in the stove, Ye Han remembered When she was a child, she often simmered sweet potatoes, potatoes, and sometimes rice cakes and steamed buns in the ashes of the stove in her hometown.

There are only three things in the other half of the room: an old wooden bed, very low and narrow, barely enough for one person to sleep, the bed is covered with a thin quilt, and the cloth sheet is washed white , a small cloth pillow was placed on the quilt, and a shriveled quilt was neatly folded in the middle, and small holes that might have been burned by sparks could be seen on the quilt.

In front of the bed is a set of low tables and chairs, similar to children's homework desks, with a stack of side dishes on it, covered with a cover, and beyond that is a wooden cabinet one person high, with mottled paint, and two windows on the upper floor The large cabinet door is now locked with an old-fashioned copper lock. Below it are two rows and two rows of four drawers. Most of the paint on the handles of the drawers has been peeled off, revealing a black background.

Next to the cabinet is a pile of potatoes, as well as a pile of plastic bottles and cans of various colors standing upright. I think these two are the main source of life for my mother-in-law.

The difficulties of life did not overwhelm this old man. The obsession in her heart allowed her to survive tenaciously. Just like the weeds on the roof, they withered in winter, but the expectation for spring kept her last vitality in the roots. When spring comes, it will be full of vitality.

The mother-in-law asked Ye Han to sit down on the bed, then took out a green plastic thermos bottle from the stove, and then took out a white porcelain bowl from the stove, washed it several times with the hot water in the water bottle, and then filled it up for Ye Han. Come.Ye Han didn't stop the old man from doing these things. Some people may think it's wrong to ask the old man to wash the dishes and pour water, but to the old man, it's a courtesy she treats guests, and it's what she should do seriously. Drinking the tea is the greatest due and respect for her.

So Ye Han respectfully took the bowl of tea that his mother-in-law poured for her with both hands, put it to his mouth and took a sip, then smiled sweetly. In an instant, the whole room was brightened!
Right at this moment, a man whispered outside the courtyard: "Grandma, grandma."

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