As soon as she turned the corner of the kitchen in the backyard, Mrs. Sun said to Yang Ruoqing: "Why are you here? Aren't you going to see Jun Mo and Zichuan? Are they awake? Are everything okay?"

Yang Ruoqing said: "They woke up and are all fine. I heard my Aunt Cuilian say that you were called over by your mother. I was worried so I came to take a look."

Mrs. Sun smiled, "There's nothing to worry about. You're not a big tiger that eats people."

Yang Ruoqing raised her finger and pointed at the toilet in Sun's hand, "This is scarier than a giant tiger eating people!"

Mrs. Sun gave Yang Ruoqing an angry look and said: "Don't say that, everyone gets old. You are no longer around when your breasts look like that. I feel really distressed when I look at them, and my blood is pouring out..."

"Mom, you'd better stop talking about my breasts. I'm not suitable to listen to these thrilling things now." Yang Ruoqing said.

I glanced at the toilet and subconsciously covered my nose.

The sealing of this toilet is not very good. It is too close to the station, so it is inevitable...

"Mom, let's go. I'll accompany you to pour it. Let's go home as soon as we're done!" Yang Ruoqing said.

Mrs. Sun knew that Yang Ruoqing was obsessed with these things, so she said, "There's no need for you to go over there. You can go back first. I'll finish cleaning the toilet later and have to go and talk to your nurse and sit with her for a while before I leave."

Yang Ruoqing glanced at the dark lights outside the yard: "It's okay, I'll be your companion, and then I'll go back."

Yang Ruoqing stood next to the courtyard gate of the backyard, making sure that Sun was within her sight.

When she was bored, she glanced around, looking at the small courtyard where she had lived for a year, and the three low thatched houses to the west.

These three thatched houses have very different meanings to her.

After she came to this time and space, she was born here, started here, experienced setbacks, almost devastating blows and suppression, but in the end, she got up little by little from here.

Although the thatched house is dilapidated, when it rains, there are heavy rains outside and small rains inside the house. Pots, pans, footbaths, all come in handy to catch the rain. The tinkling, tinkling, dong-dong, like a great ensemble, accompanies her.

Many sleepless nights...

Only you know the sadness and bitterness in this.

"Oh oh oh... uh uh uh..."

When such a sound comes from a room with dim lights, and is distorted by the night wind and then blown into the ears, it has a magical power that makes you want to sleep.

"Oh oh oh... uh uh uh..."

The voice came out again, a woman's, and Yang Ruoqing suddenly remembered the young crazy woman who was imprisoned in the house. Yes, it was the one her little cousin brought back from outside years ago.

Last time she went to Zhao Liu'er's house to see Xiao Niu Niu, the crazy woman also came and gave them a frightening journey.

By the way, no one knows the name of that crazy woman, only her surname is Xia.

Thinking of Xia's distorted smiling face squeezed behind the crack of the door that day, and her eyes that seemed to move forward without any fear of pain, death, or injury, Yang Ruoqing still couldn't help but feel a little palpitated.

She is not afraid of living people, nor is she afraid of dead people. She is most afraid of half-dead people with half-hearted minds, like a crazy machine that will never stop roaring as long as there is oil.

While I was thinking wildly, Mrs. Sun came over after washing the toilet.

"Qing'er, what are you looking at?"

Mrs. Sun came to Yang Ruoqing and stood beside her for a while, and found that Yang Ruoqing was tilting her head and looking toward the brightly lit west room, looking very absorbed.

Hearing Sun's question, Yang Ruoqing immediately came back to her senses.

"Mom, I'm listening to Xia's singing," she said.

"Mr. Xia sings?" Ms. Sun was stunned for a moment, and then she realized who Ms. Xia Yang Ruoqing was talking about.

"What are you talking about, Yongqing's wife?" Mrs. Sun asked, also pricking up her ears to listen, "Why didn't I hear that?"

Yang Ruoqing said: "It seems that I have taken a break now. I was still singing just now. I stood here and stopped for a long time!"

Sun smiled and said, "Then what did she sing? Is it good?"

Yang Ruoqing thought for a moment and said truthfully: "I can't say it sounds good or not, but the voice is not bad, very light and soft, and the tune makes people want to sleep!"

Mrs. Sun smiled again, "Then Mrs. Xia is singing a lullaby. I heard your fourth and fifth aunts say that after Mrs. Xia was locked up in this room, she started making noises every day and wanted to run out. At first, you

Young cousin Yongqing is still coaxing Xia with some patience."

"Then the troubles got too much, and he became impatient. When his temper got stronger, he beat Mr. Xia. Ms. Xia made the trouble even more fierce. She was not afraid of being beaten at all."

"Later, your fifth aunt came up with an idea. She wrapped two pieces of the child's old clothes in pillows and threw them in. She also put a broken old cradle in to hold her as a baby, so it stopped.

I sing to put the children to sleep every day!"

When she first heard what Sun said about Xia, Yang Ruoqing's first reaction was probably that she wanted to laugh like many people.

A fool is a fool, even if you give her a pillow, she can play for a long time.

But after laughing, and looking back for a moment, my heart was suddenly filled with an indescribable sadness and heartache.

"Mom, I want to go over there and take a sneak peek at Mrs. Xia," Yang Ruoqing said.

Sun hesitated and wanted to stop him.

"Okay, then I'll accompany you there," she said.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Mom, you'd better not go there. There are many of us. It would be bad if she is alarmed. Then we will cause trouble again."

"It's better if I just sneak over and take a look."

Mrs. Sun thought about this and said, "Okay, then be careful. I'll wait for you over there in the kitchen."

Yang Ruoqing quietly came to the window of the west room and looked in through the crack of the broken window.

The outside of the house was locked. My cousin probably went to the village entrance to watch a movie and eat fried dough sticks, so he was not in the house at the moment.

In a room with weak lights, there was a simple bed. The bed was messy, with piles of bedding and clothes piled on it.

There was a table in front of the bed, and the table was also piled with things. One leg of my cousin's trousers was on the table, and the other leg was hanging to the ground.

The floor was also dirty and messy. There was a cradle in the middle of the mess, and there were a bunch of things piled in the cradle.

Yang Ruoqing was puzzled, where did so many shabby clothes come from?

The cradle moved gently and made a creaking sound.

Mrs. Xia sat sideways next to the cradle, pushing the cradle gently. While pushing it back, she nodded gently toward the cradle and licked her lips, just like a real mother teasing her child.

From Yang Ruoqing's perspective, she could just see the gentle and loving smile on Xia's clean face.

Yes, her face was really washed, her hair was neatly combed, and although her clothes were very shabby, they were not dirty at all.
Chapter completed!