Why not hang yourself on the southeast tree

After not seeing her for a year, the old woman's back has become hunched, and the wrinkles on her face can kill mosquitoes.

I reached out my hand, took the heavy weight of my grandson, and was so happy that my teeth were blooming.

The 70-square-meter house is indeed small, cramped and stuffy. The crystal chandelier hanging on the ceiling is so bright that it makes me feel suffocated.

There was a living room that stretched to the end of the room, two small bedrooms, a three-seater sofa, a four-seater dining table, and baby supplies piled up in every corner of the room...

The old woman was full of grievances. When she saw me, her nose felt sore and tears and snot started flowing.

She habitually raised her hand to blow her breath, and her daughter-in-law quickly handed her a piece of tissue.

This is the tacit understanding formed between the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law after spending more than a year together day and night.

No matter how much I tell her, she won't change. In order not to make herself feel worse, the daughter-in-law has already developed a conditioned reflex.

I couldn't help but tighten my hands that were holding my eldest grandson's butt. Oh no, this old woman is being despised.

In her hometown, where is there no corner that doesn't have the yellow stripes she casually throws? !

Tissue paper is so expensive, a pack costs five yuan at the village store.

I...I'm the same.

Be careful at your son's house so that your daughter-in-law doesn't look down on you.

[Sister, stop cleaning up, just sit down and rest first! ]

It was Lan Zi's first time to come to her brother's house in Beijing. She felt uneasy from the moment she entered the door and simply got up to clean up everything.

Her biological mother seemed to be unable to see her presence, but her younger brother and sister-in-law came to greet her.

Lan Zi: My sister-in-law has such beautiful, soft and sweet fingers, no spots on her face, and she didn’t gain weight after having a child. She’s amazing!

[Dad, have you chosen a name for Doudou? We're going to register him now... Don't scold me if I tell you something. This kid's name will be Wu Doudou on the birth certificate. If you're not satisfied, you can change it when we register him!]

【Wu Zhi! You little bastard! 】

【Wow--】

I was so angry that I wanted to curse and forgot that I was holding my chubby grandson in my arms, and I scared the little guy.

Such a loud voice, oh no, my ears are going to go deaf!

The old woman picked up Doudou and comforted him with a loving look on her face, calling him "her sweetheart" which made me break out in goosebumps.

Wu Zhi shrank his neck, went into the house and rummaged through the drawers, and found a box of cigarettes that was a gift from a colleague on the day of his wedding banquet. One pack was worth 1,100 yuan.

He put the cigarette in my hand and hooked his finger.

Good boy, it’s like teasing a dog, I’m your father!

I went downstairs and stood in an open space, with the sky vast and the clouds high.

【Ahhh! 】

I sneezed so hard that I almost fell down.

The old lady who grew more than a dozen pots of flowers on the first floor looked at me strangely, then took a pair of scissors and quickly cut off the flower buds and put them in a vase with branches and leaves.

I shook my head, not understanding.

Wu Zhi helped me light the cigarette. I had been holding it in for the whole journey and my urge could no longer be suppressed.

I took a sip intoxicatedly, but it wasn't strong enough and not as good as the black eggplant.

[Wu Zhi, the smoke has drifted into my room, cough cough cough! ]

My son and I looked up at the same time. Oh, they were wearing gold-rimmed glasses - they belonged to the elderly couple whose pension was 70,000 or 80,000 yuan.

[Is Beijing's city management so broad? ]

I muttered to myself, that old man is not even as old as me, and he makes 80,000 a month, which is one million a year. How is he going to spend so much money?

Oh, I hate the rich...

very sour!

The room is too small and the sofa is too hard.

I lay on the sofa unable to straighten my legs and tossed and turned half the night.

Lan Zi, who was sleeping on the floor, was sleeping soundly and snoring loudly.

The old woman was woken up by Doudou again, and was mixing milk powder in the kitchen like a wandering soul.

Doudou was very well-behaved and quiet when he was drinking milk.

The old woman held him in her arms, looked at me with her dark eyes, opened her mouth, and then closed it.

After drinking the milk, Doudou kicked his little hands and feet hard and refused to go to sleep.

The old woman had no choice but to stand up and walk around the house holding Doudou.

Before she came to the sofa, I quickly closed my eyes and pulled the quilt with stiff hands.

I said to myself, don’t call me, my back hurts and I can’t coax the child. You have experience, so you should do it.

[Old man, how about we go back...]

I could feel that the old woman was speaking from her heart through my slightly trembling eyelids, but I kept silent and let her think I was asleep.

In another bedroom, the young couple slept soundly with their heads touching, unaware that their mother, who was always fighting for power at home, wanted to go on strike.

……

Many guests came on the day of the 100-day banquet.

My wife and I sat upright at the head of the table. My mother-in-law, holding Doudou, followed the young couple around the stage, laughing happily.

My father-in-law offered me a glass of pure milk and said, "Thank you for raising a good son!"

I drooped my eyelids and thought, haha, who are you looking down on? Only babies drink milk. Is that bottle of Moutai on the table just for show?

The old woman nudged me with her elbow and said, "Old man, my father-in-law has a bad liver and can't drink alcohol. Just take a sip of milk. It tastes better than our grandson's milk powder. I just drank two large cups. Hiccup~"

OK.

I also filled my glasses with milk with a smile, clinked glasses, and cheers!

Mmm, it’s really delicious!

I didn't expect that in just a few years, my son would be doing so well in Beijing, with many guests and gifts coming his way.

If I had known earlier, I should have kept Lan Zi for a few more years so that she could marry and live a happy life in the capital.

[Eh? Where's Ranko? ]

The old woman picked up some food and shook her head nonchalantly, saying she didn't know.

After a long while, Lan Zi came back.

I saw her head down, her eyes red, as if she had been crying.

My in-laws just happened to ask me to go to the stage to take a group photo, and I forgot to ask because of the interruption.

When the Hundred Days Banquet was over, Wu Zhi handed me the brand new household registration booklet.

On the first page, the name of the householder is my daughter-in-law’s name. I am a little disappointed because I adhere to the old traditional thinking…

The second page was still about my daughter-in-law, so I quickly turned the page.

On the third page, the household head’s husband, Wu Zhi, had the large characters “couple taking refuge with each other” at the bottom which were somewhat glaring.

Hiss, my balls hurt a little. God knows how many years it has been since I last felt the presence of that thing.

Okay, okay, I admit that my skills in reincarnation are not as good as others.

Page 4, Wu Xie, son of Wu Zhi.

Wu Xie, Wu Xie, although... but... how can it not be a good name that is easy to remember?

I am really well educated. I read all the books to pieces before I finally came up with the idea.

Lan Zi didn't even have dinner and said she wanted to leave because something happened at home.

【What's wrong? 】

Lan Zi shook her head and just said that the tickets had been bought and there was no need to worry.

Wu Zhi drove to see her off, and in the back seat, Lan Zi was crying.

When he came back, he told me that when Lan Zi was checking the ticket, her eyes were so swollen that the facial recognition failed several times and finally had to be handed over to manual inspection.

Alas, I have rubbed my beard so hard that it is brittle, but I still can’t figure out what could have happened to Lan Zi’s family.

Worry!

After taking a plane, a bus, and a public transport, and then walking six kilometers on a mountain road, Lan Zi sent me a text message as soon as she got home.

It was already the afternoon of the next day.

Once again, I regretted letting Lan Zi marry into that mountain valley where the Eight-Nation Alliance couldn't find her even after searching the entire mountain.