Thanks for the invitation: In ancient times, people shared children

Waiya wanted to sympathize with Mu Dalang, but she felt more sympathetic towards herself. After thinking for a while, she lifted the quilt and stretched out her hand to Pei Xiaohai: "Let's go and complain!"

The two little hands were immediately clasped together.

Waiya and Pei Xiaohai opened the door and ran out in the face of snow particles, leaving two not-so-clean footprints on the thin layer of snow that had not yet been trampled down.

The Mu family's shack was not far away, so they arrived there quickly.

Due to the weather, all those who came to help went back, and only Widow Zhao stayed in the shack to comfort Mu Shuanglin's wife.

She was unlucky enough. Two of her children died last year, and this year she became Widow Mu.

This feeling can probably only be truly understood by those who have experienced the same thing.

Mu Dalang was dressed in mourning and kneeling in the shed, silently burning paper.

Zhao Xiaoxiao stood aside, looking a little anxious, and said, "Didn't you hear me? Your mother asked you to go back!"

As she spoke, she tried to pull Mu Dalang away.

Pulling his arms, strangling his neck, holding his waist and lifting him up, grabbing his ankles under his buttocks... After all the busy work, Mu Dalang was still kneeling there, burning paper one by one.

Zhao Xiaoxiao tried too hard, but failed to catch the target, and fell to the ground, crying miserably, "Are you deaf or stupid? Can you hear me? Can you see me? Could it be that I was the one who died?"

Mu Shuanglin's ghost squatted beside her and sighed: "Girl, don't dream. Why is he kneeling here after you die? A young man this old, how can he not tell who is his father?"

Mu Dalang didn't even look at her, otherwise perhaps his sadness would be alleviated a little.

Zhao Xiaoxiao was wearing heavy and bulky clothes and a tiger-head hat. Wherever he sat, his round head looked like a depressed little bear, which was very funny.

Waiya: ...

puff!

Little Pei couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Isn’t this a bit too much!

The other three people and the ghost looked at her at the same time, two of them with condemnation, one with ferocity, and one with doubt.

Pei Xiaohai's smile disappeared in an instant, so quickly that it made people wonder if they were dazzled.

She strode forward, picked up the incense from the altar, lit it over the flickering candlelight, bowed respectfully three times, and then inserted the incense into the incense burner. Facing Mu Dalang, she clasped her hands together and bowed again, saying in a heavy voice, "Donor, please... accept my condolences."

It didn’t seem right to call her a donor, but she had finished saying it.

Pei Xiaohai put down his hand awkwardly.

Mu Dalang glared at her.

Zhao Xiaoxiao stood up and slapped him on the back of the head with her paw: "What are you looking at? A filial son should return the favor!"

Mu Dalang glared at her again, then swallowed his anger and kowtowed to Pei Xiaohai.

Waiya walked forward thoughtfully, but before she even touched the altar, Mu Dalang couldn't stand it any longer and started talking:

"You motherless wild girl, stop messing around. What are you doing here? Are you here to watch the fun?"

He shouted so loudly that the two bad kids with bad intentions felt guilty.

Then he immediately got angry.

"What are you yelling about!" Waiya's voice was even louder than his. "You're also a wild boy without a father! And you still have the nerve to criticize me!"

"Who are you saying has no father?" Mu Dalang stood up immediately.

Pei Xiaohai swallowed his saliva. It was so high...

Waiya showed no fear: "I'm talking about you."

"Wild girl, I'm going to beat you to death!" Mu Dalang raised his hand to grab her.

"Dream on you!"

Waiya was prepared and turned around and ran. The two of them chased each other around the coffin, cursing loudly.

Pei Xiaohai and Zhao Xiaoxiao looked at each other.

They obviously didn't have any tacit understanding and didn't know what the other was thinking. Zhao Xiaoxiao took one look at them and suddenly retreated and ran away, shouting, "Mom!!!"

She didn't need to call out, Widow Zhao and Widow Mu had already come out.

Zhao Xiaoxiao immediately threw herself into Widow Zhao's arms, hid behind her and said, "Mom, they are here to cause trouble!"

Widow Zhao didn't know whether she heard it clearly or not and didn't react at all.

"What are you doing?!" Widow Mu stepped forward in shock and pain, "Stop, stop it, is this the place for a fight? Dalang, your father's body is still warm, why are you so ignorant and still fighting with others!"

Widow Mu grabbed Mu Dalang and slapped him hard on the back twice. Then she looked at Waiya and Pei Xiaohai with her tear-red eyes and said, "And you, how did your parents discipline you? Don't you know that the dead are the greatest?"

She wiped her tears, as if she recognized them: "I was wondering who it was, it turned out to be you, no wonder... motherless wild girl, I used to feel sorry for you, but now I see that you deserve it even if your father beats you to death, just wait and I'll go find him and tell him when I get back.

And you, even if your Liu family is rich, there's no reason to bully us, an orphan and a widow. I'll go and argue with Master Liu and the others. Get out, all of you! Don't think that just because Old Mu is dead, we're easy to bully."

Pei Xiaohai and Waiya didn't react at all, so she hugged Mu Dalang again and cried, "My poor son, your father just died, how come these undisciplined little bastards come to bully you, my poor son..."

How come she is nothing like what I thought?

Waiya had a lot of words to curse back, but she was stunned. It felt like there was a ball of cotton in her throat and she couldn't say anything.

"What a poor, miserable son! He is an unfilial son!"

Pei Xiaohai looked at the tall mother and son crying together. She was also very scared, but Waiya was already stupid. She felt that if she was stupider, it would be really bad. A surge of blood rushed to her head. She shouted loudly, and the sound drowned out the crying.

"He even hid his father's burial clothes, how can he be pitiful? Why didn't you feel pity for Waiya when he scolded her for having no mother? He is pitiful because his father died. Do you have any shame? Your son is like this, and you still have the nerve to scold other people's children? You are all bad people! Why are you crying? What do you have to cry about? You are the bastards..."

Little Pei was yelling and cursing incoherently, and the nearby villagers all came out to watch the fun.

Asked Widow Zhao: "What's going on?"

When Pei Xiaohai heard someone coming, his mind was in a mess and he instinctively tried to reason with himself:

"That little bastard hid his father's burial clothes. We came to tell you out of kindness, but you still cursed at us. Why? Why does my throat hurt so much?"

Pei Xiaohai stomped her feet in anger. Even though she closed her mouth, her flushed face, trembling body, clenched fists and heavy breathing made it obvious that she was furious.

But no one could tell that her feet hurt.

Widow Mu: ...

Everyone:……

"Ah, wuwuwu!" Waiya suddenly covered her face and burst into tears in the silence, "Why are you scolding me? Why do you always scold me for not having a mother? I didn't do it on purpose!"

She was just crying half-heartedly.

She wanted to run away, but she controlled herself.

She felt that what Pei Xiaohai yelled seemed to make sense, so maybe they didn't have to run this time.

Widow Mu pulled her son out of her arms and asked, "Funeral clothes? You hid your father's burial clothes?"

"I didn't." Mu Dalang looked away and denied it.

"Tell the truth! Your father is dead, do you still want to lie to your mother?" Widow Mu knew too well what it was like for her son to lie.

"I... I hid." Mu Dalang deflated and lowered his head.

With a loud bang, a slap landed on his face, tilting Mu Dalang's head sideways. Widow Mu slapped him bitterly, "You beast! You didn't even let your father go. You're so shortsighted. When the family has good food and clothes, they always give it to you first. Yet you even fight with your father for a set of clothes."

"I didn't fight with him!" Mu Dalang burst into tears. "I didn't fight with him. I wanted to keep it for you. I didn't want you to freeze to death. Why not wear the clothes wherever they are? A dead person can't use them."

Not necessarily.

Pei Xiaohai looked at Mu Shuanglin, who was shivering in tattered clothes, and felt that he was still quite useful.