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? "He didn't understand, he didn't understand these wealthy women, "You don't care about him suffering so many crimes, why don't you let me treat him well, you..." In a hurry, he said something exaggerated, "You Is it his mother! "

The old lady is of course the uncle's mother. Her son is paralyzed. She also went to see him every day. She prayed to Buddha in the morning and evening, but it was useless. One son couldn't stand up, and she still had two more. She washes her face with tears every day, and kneeling and serving like an old mother is the real mother?

"I'm not his own mother, I'll marry him one by one!" The old lady was feeling bitter, and at this moment she stood up and vented her anger at Xu Zhui'er, "I married someone like you, and trampled him blatantly! "

"I didn't!" Xu Zhui'er didn't do anything wrong, and he wasn't afraid of her at all, "Ask the old man if I've ever ridden him as a horse, we...we're good!"

They are fine.This is not something a good girl can say, the old lady couldn't hold back: "I didn't say... I didn't say that you used him as a horse to ride, but you..." She couldn't say the rest, and sat back in vain .

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They are fine.This is not something a good girl could say, the old lady couldn't help but said, "I didn't say you used him as a horse, but you..." She couldn't say the rest, and sat back in vain.

"What are you talking about?" Xu Zhui'er looked stubborn at first glance, but if you looked closely, you would find that his mouth was pursed and the corners of his mouth were trembling, "Why are you bullying people like this..." He wiped his eyes with his sleeve as he said.

The old lady confused him: "You taught me a set of things, why did you cry yourself!"

"I didn't cry," Xu Zhui'er immediately retorted, "You're ignoring me, so I won't tell you to cry."

It was the first time for the old lady to meet such a child, not to mention being flattering, she couldn't even subdue him: "Come on," she waved her hand annoyedly, "Go back."

She let her go, and Xu Zhui'er left immediately. Just as she was about to go out, the old lady stopped him again: "What's the matter with your skirt?"

Xu Zhui'er got angry with her and didn't look back: "I came in a hurry, I forgot to change the clean one."

"You only have two skirts?" The old lady stretched her head, as if she didn't believe it. After thinking about it, she became a little bit more confident, she slowed down her voice, and said with a straight face, "What do you need, come to me directly Come and ask for it."

"I'm enough," Xu Zhui'er lifted his foot and stepped out of the door. As soon as he stepped out, he retracted it awkwardly, "Well," he lowered his head embarrassedly, "I'm short of a chamber pot..." After finishing speaking, He added, "It was the boss who had a fight with me and broke it."

The old lady blinked, her face flushed, and she choked there.

Xu Zhui'er went back to the big house, and the more he thought about it on the way, the more aggrieved he became. For the same thing, a man can do it, but a woman can do it...disorderly, he has never been controlled like this since he was a child, and he seems to do everything. No, there were a bunch of people staring at him no matter what he did, his eyes were red when he entered the room, afraid that the uncle would notice it, so he went to the table to clear away the teacups.

The uncle waited for him all the time, so he panicked, and called him: "Girl."

Xu Zhui'er muffled: "What are you doing?"

After being quiet for a while, the uncle moved his arms vigorously, as if he wanted to rub against the bed: "Did she say you?"

"No..." Xu Zhui'er couldn't let him move around, she rubbed her neck and sat down next to him.

The uncle's arm moved, very sluggishly and clumsily, stretched out a finger, and gently brushed across his wrinkled skirt: "Come up."

Xu Zhui'er grabbed the finger and shook it like a child: "I'll wash it first, and then I'll come."

Just wash and come.I used to hear this kind of talk, young prostitutes, dancers, and Kunjiaoer were never clean. The uncle watched the girl smile at him with red eyes, and watched her pull the curtains on the bed violently. Then, there was the sound of water in the room. Rubbing against her dress—she was washing her body, but she wouldn't let him see it.

That trembling feeling came again, from the soles of his feet, from the roots of his thighs, from his scorching belly, he stared at the picture of mandarin ducks embroidered on the side of the bed, sweating all over his body, suddenly, the curtain was lifted from the outside, Xu Zhuier With short hair and bare, white feet, they climbed up cleanly.

"Boss," he pushed the uncle in, and lay down next to him, "What do you mean by riding and playing tricks?"

The uncle understood it as soon as he heard it. It was an embarrassment. Xu Zhui'er felt that this was not a complaint, and said angrily: "Your mother said that I used you as a horse to ride. Next time she asks you, can you tell me?" She said, I didn't."

His mother can't say such a thing, the uncle wants to laugh but it's not funny, he is tactful, a little bit of an advantage: "If you want to ride...you can ride."

"I don't want to ride," Xu Zhui'er turned over, propped his face with his hands like a wild boy, raised his feet high in the air, and swayed cutely, "You have a swollen waist," he poked his hipbone playfully. Ba, "Sit up and tremble twice, I'm afraid you'll break it."

He said this without meaning at all, the uncle knew it, but he just couldn't control his eyes, and glanced at his tightly fastened neck buttons and his obviously barren chest: "What did she say, don't go Go with your heart."

Xu Zhui'er stopped smiling, put her hands on his hips, and rubbed him slowly: "You don't need to worry about me, it's just..." He felt very distressed, "Why doesn't she come to see you?"

"She comes," the uncle cared about the little hand on his waist, and slowly rubbed it over, "I didn't let her come," he grabbed him, with a thin wrist, thin but strong, "I don't want to Seeing her crying, I don't want her—and them, to see how pitiful and miserable I am."

Xu Zhui'er understood him, suffering, but with self-respect: "I'll accompany you," a warm and dry hand on his arm, like a brother, made him reluctant to let go, "Stand up with you."

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From then on, Xu Zhui'er accompanied his man to wander around the yard every day, saying that he was slipping, but in fact it all depended on him to procrastinate, once early and late, tiring him alone.Not to mention, after half a month, the uncle's body has become stronger, and he has a lot of energy. He can take two steps with his arms around him, but he still can't stand up.

On February 26th, it was late at night, and Xu Zhui'er was pinching the uncle's arm in the yard, when he heard the sound of gongs and drums in the front yard from a distance, his eyes lit up: "Hey, why is it so lively!"

The uncle heard it too, and didn't make a sound.

"It's an opera troupe." Xu Zhui'er was wearing a small flowered jacket embroidered with roses. The old lady just gave it to her. Underneath is a fluffy red dress, which looks pretty when she turns around. "Let's go take a look?"

The better the uncle is, the more he has the air of making a statement, he raised his eyebrows slightly: "Don't go, there will be trouble in the hall."

Xu Zhui'er looked over there: "I...haven't seen the hall yet," he said pitifully, pulling up the sleeve of the uncle's sleeve and tugging, "Is it okay?"

The uncle looked at his hand, so white and flawless, he covered it and held it: "It's all here..."

The old lady, the second master, the third master, and the female relatives of each house were all there. When Xu Zhui'er heard that he knew that he was in trouble, he immediately waved his hand: "Then I won't watch it. When you get better, take me with you." Go to the theater to watch."

The uncle looked at his small face, small nose and small mouth, no matter how attractive he looked, he knew he wanted to see it, so he didn't look at it for his own sake, scratched his soft palm, and said softly: "Go, here I'm looking for a nice coat."

Xu Zhui'er had never been pampered since she was a child, but she was suddenly pampered by him, and she didn't dare to move. The uncle felt itchy, pulled his hand to his mouth, and took a bite, Xu Zhui'er Er'er shrank suddenly, and hid her hands behind her back: "You wait for me!"

There are plenty of good clothes in his room, all given by the old lady. Ever since she talked back to her that day, the old lady seemed to be in a daze, sending things to him every now and then.He picked out a black satin coat for the uncle, stuffed a gold pocket watch on his chest, bit his head with saliva like a cat, put it on, and walked towards the front yard.

In front is the second master's yard, the bustling energy, the Tianling Gai rushing to people from a long distance, those who refill drinks, those who serve fruit plates, girls and boys come and go, suddenly saw Xu Zhui'er and the uncle, all in a daze there.

That's how they walked into the hustle and bustle, a paralyzed man, a wild girl, silently, there was a burst of thunder, everyone poked their heads to look this way, the stage was singing "Mulian Save the Mother", the provincial capital The team was singing to the point where they were screaming, but no one cared to listen, they all stared and whispered: Why did the young master who has been paralyzed for more than a year get up!

The table was set up, in the middle, next to the old lady, that proud old woman, holding the hand of the uncle and refusing to say anything, weeping.

After sitting down, I found out that it was the birthday wine of the second master's daughter. It was a happy event. It was dark at night, and Xu Zhui'er couldn't see his surroundings clearly. He only felt that people on the left and right were looking at him. He was a little scared, so he went to hold the uncle's hand, As soon as I put it on, someone gossiped behind me: Did you see, hand, you are so brave...

He hurriedly retreated, but was grabbed by the uncle, dragged tightly, very domineering.

The second and third masters came over to toast, jujubes and walnuts were placed on the table non-stop, the stage was babbling, and the audience was lively like Chinese New Year, Xu Zhui'er was a little dizzy, his face was hot, and he was about to faint In this scorching bustle, at this moment the uncle gave him a hand and whispered into his ear: "Let's go later."

Xu Zhui'er looked at this man by the moonlight, he grew up in the bustling, he didn't care about the bustling, he slept with him every day, tickled his itch and told him jokes, but after all, they were not the same .

"What's the matter?" The uncle let go of him, and stroked his smooth temples with his fingers.

"No..." Xu Zhui'er avoided him a little bit, "Your house is really magnificent," he giggled, "I... I'll break the walnuts for you." Lu'er came and held it up to feed the uncle, as if he was still the paralyzed person who couldn't move.

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