After the marriage, the strong beauty became rich and busy raising children

As Liu Pengcheng spoke, he pulled Liang Yuting's arm and dragged her into the house.

Liang Yuting howled.

At this moment, Luo Taohua, who had gone to the fields, came back.

When the old woman saw that the hooligan was bullying her precious daughter, she dropped the basket and ran over on tiptoe.

She pulled Liu Pengcheng's arm and said, "Fuck you! Let my daughter go."

Liu Pengcheng looked at her with contempt and pushed her away.

The old lady was very old, 65 years old, and she lost her balance and fell to the ground.

Liang Yuting was so angry that she bit Liu Pengcheng's arm hard.

Liu Pengcheng yelled and slapped Liang Yuting, and the whole house was in chaos.

Liang Yuting ran into the kitchen, took out a cutting knife, and with red eyes, she shouted that she would kill Liu Pengcheng. Only then did Liu Pengcheng flee in panic.

Liang Yuting put down the knife, quickly helped her mother up, and anxiously checked around to see if she was injured.

Luo Taohua looked at her daughter with tears in her eyes. She stretched out her dry bark-like hand and tremblingly stroked her daughter's face, saying, "It's all my fault that I didn't have the ability to protect you, so you were bullied by that beast."

Liang Yuting shook her head, tears streaming down her face. She shook her head and sobbed, "Mom, don't blame you. It's all my fault. I didn't protect you well."

The mother and daughter hugged each other and cried bitterly.

Guan Lei, who had been hiding in the corner and eavesdropping, was very satisfied.

As soon as Liu Pengcheng entered Liang Yuting's house, she made the excuse that she was going to the grocery store at the entrance of the village to buy something and asked Wang Yuetao to go back first.

She lifted the hair beside her ears and thought: I let you show off, but you don’t even have brothers, what’s the point of showing off!

She walked into the house humming a little tune.

The weather is good today, and Zhang Caihe is hanging the quilts in the yard.

As soon as she saw her little daughter coming back, her face instantly lit up. She threw the quilt on the clothesline and walked over with a smile.

"Leilei, why didn't you call us when you came back so I could ask your dad to pick you up."

"Zhao Yang's mother sent me to the market, and I happened to meet Aunt Yue Tao, so we came back together."

As Guan Lei spoke, she took out the two sets of autumn clothes from the cloth bag and said, "Mom, these are what Zhao Yang bought for you and Dad. Go and try them on to see if you can wear them."

For a moment, Zhang Caihe's face looked very unhappy. Ever since Guan Lei called her in the county that day and said that Zhao Yang had other women, although she tried to comfort her daughter with kind words on the surface, she felt like a thorn in her heart.

She hasn't slept for the past few days.

Guan Lei noticed it and said hurriedly, "Oh, mom, are you still thinking about Zhao Yang? I was just impulsive. Later, Zhao Yang came back and explained that he had drunk too much and his colleagues were joking with him."

Zhang Caihe was obviously relieved and said, "That's good, but it's not a good idea for you to be separated from him all the time."

"Zhao Yang's project is still in arrears with wages, and he has used up all his savings to pay the workers." Guan Lei held her mother's hand and said, "I thought that when he gets paid, I will let him buy a house in the county town, and then I will move in."

"Well, this is the best." Zhang Caihe pointed at her daughter's belly and whispered, "You've used up the soda water, right? Is there any movement now?"

Guan Lei's face suddenly turned red, and she stood up and said shyly, "It's only been a few days, how can it be so fast?"

"You have to hurry up. Once a man has a child, he will settle down and live a good life."

Guan Lei quickly changed the subject and said, "Where's my dad?"

"Going to weed."

"Xiaojie, school is almost over, right? I'll help you cook."

"No need. It's rare for you to come back. Why are you cooking? Just stay in the house."

Guan Lei returned to the side room.

This house has been empty ever since she and Guan Youshuang got married.

Everything remains the same as it was.

She walked to the table and touched the old photos through the glass, and scenes from the past came to her mind.

Many of the photos are of her and her brother, some of them standing, and some of her holding her brother.

Although the family was poor, every year when there was a play, her mother would take her and her brother to take a group photo of them.

Among so many photos, there is only one photo of the three siblings, but the sister's part is mostly covered by other photos, leaving only half of her face exposed.

She didn't know why, but ever since she could remember, she remembered that her mother didn't like her sister.

I don’t like to buy her beautiful clothes, braid her hair beautifully, and I’m even less likely to take her to take photos.

Of course, she didn't like her either.

The only photo...

Guan Lei’s thoughts flew back to when she was 11 years old.

That year, my younger brother Guan Ruijie was only 2 years old.

Guan Youshuang is 13 years old.

In March of that year, a simple stage was temporarily built under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, where the village's annual Qinqiang opera was being held.

In an era without the Internet and television, opera was a very important social and cultural activity. For the hard-working farmers, it was undoubtedly a big deal.

The venue was already full of people before every show started.

On the second day of the opera, a special person outside the venue attracted people's attention.

He was carrying a large camera bag, holding a very professional-looking camera in his hand, holding some developed sample photos, and taking photos for people for a fee.

In that era, devices like cameras were undoubtedly rare. Curious villagers gathered around, touched the samples, and asked questions such as whether the photos would be damaged, when they could be developed, whether they would be charged for sending them, etc.

She followed her mother, who was holding her brother, and gathered around.

My sister followed eagerly.

The mother then asked the man how much he charged. The photographer took a look at the siblings and said it was based on the number of people. It would cost 1 cents for a single person and 3 cents for three children.

The mother smiled and said that the elder sister was already grown up and didn’t need to be photographed anymore, so she would take the photos of the two younger ones instead.

As she spoke, her mother pushed her and her brother over and asked her to take a photo of them.

She glanced smugly at her 13-year-old sister.

There was a hint of expectation and a hint of loss in her eyes.

She seemed to want to get closer but was afraid of being rejected, so she stood there biting her lip. Her mother, on the other hand, had no intention of letting her join in at all, and just kept looking at her and her brother, making them laugh.

A sense of superiority made her smile even more happily.

For some reason, the person taking the photo suddenly walked over and pulled Guan Youshuang to her side. Facing her mother's doubts, he said to just give him 2 cents.

She kept a distance from her in disgust. The photographer adjusted the lens and pressed the shutter button for the three of them.

Fortunately, Guan Youshuang never took photos of herself during the annual opera performances, and she never even appeared on the stage.

The photos at the back are all photos of her and her brother.

Guan Lei opened the drawer again and saw some handicrafts that Guan Youshuang had made in the past, including embroidery, insoles, and some small woven items. In short, they all looked more like the works of a beginner and were not delicate things.

At this time, Zhang Caihe walked in with an egg-filled pancake.