Siheyuan: Starting from Building a Village

When Qin Huairu returned home, she saw Xiaodang and Huaihua with tears on their faces, sitting helplessly in the main room, with their clothes on the table next to them.

There was a little dust on the clothes, which was thrown directly from the bedroom by Banggeng.

To put it in a good way, this is his bedroom and it is not a place for two money-losing guys to live in.

"Xiaodang, Huaihua, what happened? Did you fight with anyone?"

It is normal for children to quarrel when playing together. They quarrel today and play together again tomorrow. Qin Huairu didn't take it seriously.

Xiao Dang cried, "Mom, my brother is back."

"mom."

At this time, Banggeng walked out of the inner room. He had been away from home for three years. Although he had some complaints in his heart, when he saw Qin Huairu, Banggeng was still very excited. From childhood to adulthood in this family, except for Jia Zhang, Qin Huairu was the only one who treated him the best and always saved the delicious food for him.

"came back."

Qin Huairu's tone was calm, or even indifferent, as if Banggeng had never left home.

His heart full of expectations was like being poured with cold water, instantly extinguishing his excited heart. Bang Geng even began to doubt whether Qin Huairu in front of him was his biological mother.

The intense disappointment and anger in his heart surged into his heart like a tide, and Bang Geng felt like he couldn't breathe.

This was different from what he had imagined. First, there was his younger sister's reaction, then his mother's reaction when she saw him, and then there was also the grandmother who loved him the most and had not appeared until now.

Banggeng's eyes dimmed. The family affection he had longed for for three years seemed too cold.

Countless thoughts were blocked in my heart, making me feel uncomfortable, but I didn't know how to start speaking. I could only say "hmm", and then Banggeng sat aside and said no more.

"Ugh!"

After taking a deep look at Bang Geng, Qin Huairu just sighed in her heart. It’s good that he’s back. What else can she say?

miss?

encourage?

Complain?

Or regret?

Qin Huairu felt even more conflicted.

She could not forget the purple face of her youngest son after his death.

I can't forget Banggeng's ferocious face at that time.

She could not forget the sarcastic and mocking looks she received from her neighbors and co-workers, and the rumors she heard from time to time.

All of this gradually faded as time went by.

The return of Banggeng made everything clear again.

The wound that was about to heal opened again, like a ferocious beast, ruthlessly gnawing at her numb and weathered heart.

"Mom, where should Huaihua and I sleep tonight?"

Xiaodang's words brought Qin Huairu back to her senses. She took a deep breath, calmed herself down, and adjusted her tone and said, "Xiaodang, Huaihua, you will sleep in the same room with mom from now on."

He wanted to refuse, but when he saw Qin Huairu's pale face, Xiao Dang nodded obediently.

When Huaihua heard that she would sleep in the same room with her mother, she clapped her hands in approval. A four-year-old child doesn't have much to think about, and it is the time when she should be sticking to her parents.

"Xiaodang, take your sister and the clothes to mom's room. I'll go cook for you."

Qin Huairu gave an order, and Xiaodang brought Huaihua and clothes into Qin Huairu's room.

"Mom, I want to eat meat, preferably pork belly."

Over the past three years, Bang Geng's biggest wish is that after he is released, he can have a good meal of pork belly, the kind that is so juicy that it oozes fat when you take a bite, and it would be best if he could eat to his heart's content.

On the way back, when he passed by a roast duck restaurant, he stood at the door of the store for a long time, just to smell the long-lost fragrance. He didn't have a penny on him, so he could only smell it.

Now that I'm back home, since I haven't been back for three years, this wish should be able to come true, right?

"There's no meat, but steamed cornbread and fried cabbage are enough to fill you up."

Qin Huairu was thinking of buying a few sausages for the office. In the eyes of most people, that was considered pretty good meat, and she had saved a few meat tickets. But when she said it, she couldn't help thinking. What she thought in her heart was completely different from what she said.

"Humph, I won't eat without meat."

Banggeng is a stubborn guy. In the past, everyone in the family spoiled him, so he naturally got angry when he didn't get what he wanted.

"Eat it or not."

Banggeng's tone was not right, and Qin Huairu was also angry inside, so she didn't tolerate him when she spoke.

"Where is my grandma? I asked her to buy it for me."

When Bang Geng mentioned Jia Zhang, Qin Huairu paused noticeably, with a flustered look on her face. It seemed that she hadn't brought food to Jia Zhang for two days. To be honest, she had forgotten.

However, thinking that it was Jia Zhang's negligence that caused the death of her youngest son, Qin Huairu said unhappily, "He's dead."

"What? Impossible. My grandma was in such good health, how could she die?"

It was like a bolt from the blue, and Bang Geng jumped up in shock, his eyes filled with disbelief and anger.

"What's impossible? Everyone will die, it's just a matter of dying early or late, just like your brother."

"That's not my brother, that's a monster, that's a beast."

When mentioning the younger brother who was suffocated to death by his own hands, Bang Geng suddenly roared, his face became a little ferocious, and the anger in his eyes disappeared, replaced by fear.

Over the past three years, he would occasionally dream about his dead brother, and in his dreams, his brother would always ask him why he had poisoned him in the first place.

Two heads, two faces.

One angry, one happy.

One called him murderer, the other called him brother.

In his dream, he tried to suffocate his brother to death again, but for some reason, the pillow kept hitting his roommate's face. If his roommate had not resisted desperately, he would have been suffocated to death.

When the instructor asked him about it, Banggeng just said he was having a nightmare.

The correctional officers here all knew why Banggeng came here, and they were not surprised when Banggeng said he had a nightmare.

Even a vicious person would have psychological burden after killing someone, let alone a child in his teens.

However, they have no good solution for Banggeng's situation.

We have also conducted so-called psychological counseling, but the effect does not seem to be very obvious.

Finally, the doctor suggested ending the discipline of Banggeng and allowing him to return to his family. Many cases have shown that family warmth is the best medicine to heal psychological trauma.

After discussion and consultation, it was finally decided to let Bangteng return to the family.