The courtyard: the atmosphere of human life

Seeing that her parents were in a bad mood, Xiaoying quietly went into the small room to do her homework. After Darong cleaned up the kitchen, she sat in the house picking wool. Because the family's output was less, there was no rush to pick wool during this period.

The third brother, who usually goes out to play after dinner, was surprisingly well behaved today. He dug out Darong's father's old tea, drank it by himself, and sat on the sofa, listening to the conversation.

"You've seen his grandfather act crazy when drunk, so how can I not be angry?" Darong's father took a puff of his cigarette and sighed deeply.

When talking about Darong's grandfather, Darong's mother fell silent. Although the grandfather had been dead for many years, Darong's mother still remembered him vividly.

On the first day that Darong's mother got married, Darong's grandfather drank too much. Darong's grandmother was very cautious in avoiding him, but she still couldn't avoid being beaten.

He took advantage of the alcohol and grabbed Grandma Darong's hair and stepped on it. At that time, old ladies all had their hair tied up in a small bun behind their heads, and after being stepped on, their heads were stuck to the ground and could not move, leaving them no room to fight back.

Darong's grandfather was so excited that he took off his shirt without paying any attention to his daughter-in-law who had just come home.

Darong's mother was only 19 years old at the time. She had never seen such a scene before and was so scared that she stood behind the door of the west room, at a loss as to what to do.

If she tried to stop the fight, her father-in-law was shirtless and she was too embarrassed to leave the house. If she didn't, her mother-in-law would be beaten and scream in pain. God knows how she felt at the time and what kind of people she had married.

It was not until Darong's father came back from seeing off the guests and went over to pick up Darong's grandfather that grandma got up from the ground and ran to the old lady's room.

Because of the fight, Darong's father was also beaten up, but Darong's father was a young and strong man at that time, and people at that time could not afford leather belts, so the cloth belt was just a tickle on Darong's father's body.

"What do you think will happen to the fourth generation and Xiao Ling in the future?" After a moment of silence, Darong's mother sighed dejectedly.

"You just keep talking about my brother. Don't you think Xiao Ling deserves it?" The third brother thought for a long time and was finally ready to express his insightful opinion.

"Your brother hit someone and you still protected him. I think you two are the same kind of people." Darong's mother was already in a bad mood, and the third child was rebuked as soon as she opened her mouth.

"I'm not trying to protect her, I just want to know, does Xiao Ling have to follow my brother? My brother beat her, can't she stop following him? Besides, think about it yourself, is there any slap she got in vain? How many troubles has she caused outside? She herself said that she is a troublemaker."

The third brother took a sip of hot tea and made himself look like a wise man, as if he knew everything about the world.

"Look at what you can do. You're the only one who understands."

Darong's mother mended Darong's father's cloth shirt, rolled her eyes at the third child's pretentious look, and then started picking wool with Darong.

Darong's father also looked at his second son happily. Indeed, compared with the four generations, the third son saw things more clearly and understood more.

"I also think that these two people are not suitable. Xiao Ling is indeed good to Sibeier, but she puts herself too low. Sibeier has become accustomed to her temper that cannot be beaten or driven away. In the future, he will have to take action if he cannot make any mistakes."

Darong took over the third brother's words. Actually, it's not that she dislikes Xiao Ling, and she knows that she is genuinely good to her brother, but objectively speaking, she really doesn't like the way this pair of enemies get along.

"Who said it wasn't true? Last time I said that to her, she went home and came back to apologize to me. I didn't expect that."

Darong's mother was also helpless. What she feared most was not whether these two people would succeed or not, but that they had to succeed even if they failed.

In fact, no matter what others say or think, you have to make your own choices in life. Even if the whole world opposes Xiao Ling following Sibei'er, the real right to choose is still in Xiao Ling's own hands.

"Xizi, you haven't been home for a long time. Why don't you go visit your grandma tomorrow when you have a day off?"

These days, Lao San and Zhong Yunxing have been taking turns to pick up Darong after her night shift. Now, she suddenly misses Xizi a little.

"Well, I'll go check it out tomorrow. I told it last week when I went there not to run around all the time. I'm afraid it might run into someone who beats dogs."

The third child responded, and when he saw that his parents were no longer discussing Xiao Ling, he turned on the TV and started watching TV.

"Sister, brother-in-law is at home!"

While the family was watching TV, the voice of Darong's third uncle was heard from the yard.

Darong's mother and father couldn't help but feel nervous. It was already this late and Uncle San came to their house on his bike, so something must have happened.

"I'm at home. Come in quickly." Darong's mother stood up and welcomed her third uncle in.

"You come here so late, is there something wrong?" Darong's father looked at his dejected uncle and said with a somewhat anxious tone.

"Sister, my girlfriend and I had a fight, and she wants to break up with me." After holding it in for a long time, my third uncle finally spoke.

As soon as these words came out, the third brother, who was nervously struggling nearby, stood up suddenly.

"Why? Are you planning to take advantage of my son again?" The third brother shouted with his eyes wide open.

"Oh, it has nothing to do with Xizi. Who would care about your broken dog?" The third uncle was unhappy to begin with, and he also got angry after being yelled at by the third uncle.

"Whose dog is that? My dog ​​is better than your partner." The third brother stiffened his neck and retorted.

"You little bastard, if I don't beat you up for a day you'll want to make trouble, can you speak human language?"

Da Rong's mother slapped the third child on the neck with a big slap and threw him directly into the small house.

"Sit down and tell me what's going on. Aren't you going to get married soon? What's the reason for the quarrel?"

After Darong's mother took care of the third child, she turned and asked the third uncle.

Darong's mother is more than ten years older than my third uncle, and she got married early, so to her, my third uncle is just a child.

"She said...she said..." My third uncle sat down heavily on the sofa and hesitated for a long time without saying anything.

Darong sat aside and watched her third uncle like this. She probably understood in her heart that he was definitely going to create problems for her parents again.

"What did you say?" Darong's father was also a little impatient. A grown-up boy had such a hard time speaking a word.

"She said that our mother should be raised by my eldest brother. She said that after we get married, she won't let our mother live with us. She also said that the betrothal gifts are not that small nowadays. She won't marry if it's less than 3 yuan."

When saying all this, Third Uncle no longer had the look on his face that he had used to laugh at First Uncle’s cowardice. When it came to his turn, he too did not dare to resist as if someone was holding his lifeline.

After the third uncle finished speaking, Darong's family all fell silent. They didn't come here to complain, but obviously to ask Darong's mother for money.

"Uncle, do you think the rice in our kitchen will be enough to last until next month? We won't even have fine grains to eat by the end of the month."

The third brother poked his head out from the inner room, looked at his third uncle in front of him, and said with a cold expression.