I’m Chasing Rough Guys at 80s

Suozi's dreams are messy and lengthy.

After dreaming of the scene before death, I also dreamed of sitting on the wall of the ancestral house when I was a ghost. Watching the leaves turn yellow and green outside the courtyard, I look forward to Yu Jingting returning to the ancestral house once a year.

When she was alive, she couldn't remember what kind of man he looked like, but after her death, he was unforgettable.

Suizi in the dream was full of hatred in her heart, and she wanted to drag Li Youcai to hell with her, and tried various methods to make Li Youcai die badly.

In reality, it was almost two o'clock in the morning.

The mother and son of the Yu family stood in front of the kang in cotton-padded jackets, looking anxiously at Suizi.

It would be too late, the traffic in the village is inconvenient, and there is no way to go to the hospital.

The village doctor came to see, but couldn't say anything.

Suizi is pregnant, so she dares not take medicine, let alone acupuncture. Seeing her having a fever and talking nonsense, she can only cover her with more quilts and heat up the kang.

"What are you muttering about?" Yu Jingting's understanding was like a burnt potato on the stove, and he was extremely anxious.

Hearing that Suizi kept talking nonsense, he put his ear to her mouth.

"Mom, why does she keep saying regrets?"

"Isn't it a pity to marry such an inconspicuous thing like you?"

Wang Cuihua boiled an egg, peeled it, and rolled it on Suizi's body.

I have tried all the methods I can think of to reduce the fever, but there is no effect.

There is no way to use science to the end, so it is necessary to ponder metaphysics.

"Maybe Suizi is scared out of her wits, I'll do a dance to see if I can jump up." Wang Cuihua said, going to find her tambourine.

Yu Jingting hurriedly stopped him.

"Calm down, it's no use at all, good people will have to be scared out of trouble."

Wang Cuihua also knows that what she does is to fool outsiders, and she can't do that with her own family.

"Burn the newspaper, and bring me an iron spoon."

If a child in the village is frightened, they either burn a small piece of newspaper on top of the child's head, or stand in front of the door with an iron spoon and knock on the door frame, which is said to bring back the "soul" of the frightened child.

Wang Cuihua took a two-pronged approach.

I don’t know if it’s good or not, it’s been passed down from generation to generation.

"Chen Hansui is home!" Wang Cuihua stood in front of the door and knocked on the door frame.

Yu Jingting stood in front of the kang and burned newspapers.

Suizi in her dream frowned when she heard the noisy voice.

When the ink on the newspaper met the fire, it gave off a special smell. With the voice of Wang Cuihua calling her to go home, a road appeared at the foot of Suizi who was in the dark in her dream.

Light and hope filled the darkness, and the confusion in my heart was suddenly solved.

She traveled thousands of miles and read thousands of books, but lost a touch of human fireworks. This is her greatest regret.

When she sat on the wall of Yu's ancestral house and saw Yu Jingting waiting for her to go home every year, she was always regretful.

When I was young, I didn't have enough courage to face the changeable life, so I chose to escape, but it turned out that I was wrong.

Looking at the world from another angle, what she most wants to grasp is the smell of fireworks full of nostalgia.

Faint human fireworks, like burning pig hair - pig hair? !

Suizi felt that the smell of fireworks was too similar to the smell of burning pig hair during the Chinese New Year slaughter, and the more he smelled it, the more real it became.

"I ×! You set Suizi's hair on fire!!!"

Wang Cuihua smashed the iron spoon at Yu Jingting, and Yu Jingting frantically put out the fire.

He stood in front of the kang and burned a newspaper, and a small piece fell off, burning a small piece of tassel hair.

Fortunately, the meat was not burned, but one side was short, which was too obvious.

"She woke up and cried the wall down?!" Yu Jingting panicked when he saw the "disfigured" daughter-in-law.

"Mother, turn around and tell her that Jiaojiao did it, right? If she sees it, she will definitely not treat me well. Let her scratch Jiaojiao!"

The noisy voice is heard in Suizi's ears, but it is a practical disturbance in the world, which is great.

"Jiaojiao is so unlucky to have a brother like you." Suizi opened her eyes and said hoarsely.

"Wake up!" The Yu family's mother and daughter said in unison, with the same surprise expressions on their faces.

This real concern was written on his face, and in Suizi's eyes, the empty space in his heart was filled, and his restless heart settled down.

She has someone to care about, someone to care about, and she's not alone anymore.

"thirsty."

Yu Jingting hurriedly handed over the prepared cup, poured the tassels in one gulp, the water was still warm, added some sugar, it was sweet.

Just as she put down the cup, Wang Cuihua brought over a bowl.

"Eat some canned peaches."

The north especially believes that canned peaches can cure all diseases.

There is a sick child at home, so I open a can of peaches, a can to relieve my worries, and I am reluctant to eat it on weekdays, so I take out the stock for the tassels.

Suizi actually didn't want to eat it, but the Yu family's mother and father looked at her like the owner who was waiting for the fat pig to get out of the pen. Their eyes were full of eating quickly, getting better quickly, and they couldn't do without eating.

After eating two, Wang Cuihua put away the bowl contentedly.

"Go to sleep, everything will be fine when I wake up tomorrow."

I don't know whether it's because I want to open it, or the magical canned peach has played its magic, Suizi doesn't feel uncomfortable anymore.

Her new life has just begun, and Li Youcai's bastard is not worthy of her changing a bright future.

She must remain calm and rational, and use open and aboveboard means to make Li Youcai pay the price, and he is not worthy of the same death.

If she died, no one would be able to control Yu Jingting.

I can't eat canned peaches full of human touch

"What are you doing there if you don't sleep?"

Suizi saw Yu Jingting standing in front of the kang with his back to her, his back was particularly melancholy.

"Your hair. Well, I won't go to the kang anymore."

Yu Jingting, who knew he was "deeply sinful", reluctantly gave up the right to go to the kang, and he didn't dare to see Suizi's expression now——

Just to clarify, he is not the kind of worthless man who is afraid of his wife. Isn't it late at night, afraid that she will wake up the neighbors from crying?

Suizi was amused by this look of sternness on the inside, soft on the inside, strong on the outside, but dry in the middle, with a guilty face.

"Okay, I don't blame you, come up."

"Huh? Don't you love your big braid?"

She combs her hair for a long time every day, and this head of black hair is really beautiful, black and satin-like.

"Will the hair grow back? People have to look forward."

Yu Jingting always felt that she seemed to be implying something, like a pun.

However, his cultural level limited his "reading comprehension" of Suizi.

Suizi's fever subsided completely, and she lay on Yu Jingting's arm, staring at the dark ceiling sleeplessly.

Yu Jingting reached out and touched her big eyes, knowing that she was not asleep, a sentence suddenly appeared in his mind.

"When you look at the abyss, the abyss looks at you."

"Who taught you?!" Can't tell, he's still a philosopher?

Isn't this Nietzsche's Beyond Good and Evil?

Although it is the Northeast dialect version, it does mean that!

"My mother-in-law, she said it once, and I remembered it, but I think this word is not reasonable. A normal conversation should be, Abyss asks you, what are you looking at? You say, what are you looking at! Then you We had a fight with the abyss, and your small body definitely couldn't beat it, but in the end I pissed in the abyss, and we won."

"... Nietzsche's coffin can't be held down."

Probably the enthusiastic monthly tickets of my friends awakened my conscience. The author who delayed the update, Jun, updated on time today, and I was on time, on time, on time, on time! I stand up, I have a future! ! !