Master is not to be provoked

Ke Muai went to the wing room to get some things first, and then took Jing Yunsong out.

Jing Yunsong was sad, lowered his head, pouted his lips, rubbed his red eyes, and followed Ke Muai silently.

As far as he can remember, he has had four fathers successively, and each father was not too long. Ke Yongli is already the fifth. As for the men he has fucked with his mother, he has seen more than a hundred. That scene is also common, but it is still very embarrassing now. He looks down on Ke Muai's flattery to the two adults, but he also knows that he has no capital to despise others. After all, his mother brought him to Ke's house. I am a foreign oil bottle.

He clenched his small fists tightly, sadness welled up one after another, tears swirled in his eyes, although he was desperately held back, they finally flowed down.Realizing that he was crying again, he quickly fumbled with his sleeves, and looked at Ke Muai with a blushing face. Having such a mother is already embarrassing enough, but he himself can no longer be looked down upon by the other party: "I didn't cry, It's just that the eyes are uncomfortable...uncomfortable..." Rubbing and rubbing, he choked up and couldn't speak.

Ke Muai sighed: "There's nothing embarrassing about crying. Everyone came to this world crying. My mother ran away with others, but she is better than your mother. She is quite dedicated, just one真爱，不过不是我爸……凭良心讲，我爸还不如你妈呢，最起码你妈不打你，我爸动不动就揍人，前阵子还把我打迷糊在地上，差点就死了， Besides eating, drinking, whoring and gambling, he does everything. After my mother died, our family got a compensation of [-] yuan, and my dad didn't spend a penny on me. Look at what I wear, and then look at what you wear. I know that my life is not as good as yours. I used to cry too, but now I don’t cry, because crying is useless. Like us, even if we cry, there is no one to coax or hug. After crying, we have to Get up and move on."

His voice was clear and clear, matched with the whistling northwest wind, there was an indescribable vicissitudes.

The clothes and trousers Ke Muai wore were all leftovers from his cousins, and they were handed over a few times. For example, Ke Xunting’s clothes were passed on to Ke Lingxiao, and Guo Zhendong’s clothes were passed on to Zhao Muguo to Ke Muai. It’s best to be third-hand, or even fourth-hand or fifth-hand. From the inside to the outside, the shirts and socks are all given by others.

He wore patches on his elbows and knees, and they were patch upon patch, a large thick piece of cloth of various colors put together, and on his feet he wore a pair of black cloth and rubber sandals shoes bought the year before last, so that he could wear them when he bought them again. I bought it in a large size, and it doesn't squeeze my feet when I wear it now.

Ke Muai is eight years old this year. She is thin and small. According to his uncle, his fingers are like matchsticks. To bleed.

Jing Yunsong is nine years old this year, but he is a fist taller than him. He is wearing a small maroon jacket with a black and white sweater inside, and a pair of sneakers on his feet. Patch also looks fair and clean. His mother may not care about him, but at least she doesn't beat him and doesn't need him to do rough work.

Before meeting Ke Muai, Jing Yunsong always thought that he was the most miserable person in the world. Whenever at school, his classmates shouted that Jing Yunsong’s mother was a prostitute, he wished he could slam his head on the blackboard to death. In the past, people said that children are the most innocent, but they are also the most naked when they hurt people. They tear people's skin without any cover and leave no room for a knife to stab people's heart.

Jing Yunsong even took the fruit knife at home to school, planning to stab anyone who scolded him to death, and then commit suicide. But the other party only scratched the arm of a classmate, and the teacher found the parents of both parties, and his mother apologized and compensated him, but since then, no one dared to scold him face to face.

Today, he found Ke Muai who was just as miserable as him, and even more miserable than him.Looking at the thin boy, standing in the wind and saying those words nonchalantly, this scene is more distressing than Ke Muai crying and telling his own story, and it also made him feel close to his life in his heart.He held Ke Muai's hand and wanted to say something, but his mouth moved, but in the end he didn't know what to say, so he clenched Ke Muai's hand tightly again.

When we arrived at the old courtyard, before entering the gate, we could smell the aroma of stewed meat.

Ke Muai’s grandfather, Ke Guoguang, has three sons. The eldest, Ke Yongsheng, runs a cement factory in the county. The second son, Ke Yongli, is Ke Muai’s father. It's been nearly two years, and he hasn't found a wife for a long time after he came out. Ke Yongshou got married earlier than him, and both of his sons and daughters are older than Ke Muai.

There are four main houses in Ke's old home, the two houses on the east side live in Ke Guoguang, and the two houses on the west side live in Ke Yongshou's family. Ke Guoguang has announced that two houses will be used for the elderly. My son is in charge. After a hundred years, the whole yard will belong to Ke Yongshou.

Today Ke Yongshou went out to help others, and brought back a piece of fat meat, cut into chopstick-thick slices and stewed with sauerkraut.

Sauerkraut tastes better the more it is stewed. When Ke Muai arrived, he had been rolling on the fire for two hours. His aunt Hong Guifen was just coming out with a bucket to pour out the slop. Well, there is no doubt that she came here for dinner at this point, she cursed secretly in her heart, and asked Ke Muai: "Mumu came to see your grandfather? Whose family does this child belong to?"

Ke Muai told her truthfully: "My dad brought back a woman today and said it was my stepmother. He was brought by the stepmother. My dad said he wanted to study at home with my stepmother, so he asked me to bring him to live with my grandfather." one night."

Hong Guifen looked at Jing Yunsong with a very responsive look, and then nodded unnaturally: "Well, let's go in, your grandfather is watching TV inside."

Ke Muai brought Jing Yunsong into the east room, and his grandfather Ke Guoguang was wearing a hearing aid, watching "Longing" in front of the TV.

Television was still a novelty at this time. Ke Yongli and Ke Yongshou did not have it at home. Ke Guoguang’s [-]-inch black and white TV was eliminated by Ke Yongsheng’s family. It has a wooden frame and two knobs on it. One is full channel trimming.

"Why are you here?" Ke Guoguang sat on the chair and looked back at Ke Muai, then continued to look back at Wang Husheng on TV, "Your father brought back a stepmother for you today, and she brought the child here Right? What's your name?"