Siheyuan: the beginning to realize the freedom of cooking

Jia family.

Stick head seven.

Stick stick's suicide is a painful blow to the Jia family.

Jia Zhangshi and Qin Huairu went to the prison to bring out the body of the stick.

When sent to be cremated, Jia Zhang had already fainted several times.

The same is true today.

Jia Zhang, who was guarding the mourning hall, never stopped crying.

I cried for a while and passed out, then woke up and continued to cry.

Qin Huairu was hit harder than Jia Zhangshi.

Sitting in front of the stick mourning hall, she looked haggard and cried until her tears dried up.

When she thought of what was said in Banggen's suicide note that she did not want to meet her again in the next life, her heart was pulled hard, and her blood dripped.

If there is no mother like himself, stick stem will not end up like this.

If it wasn't for him, the stick would never stab the uncle's dick at all.

If the first uncle hadn't been injured, he wouldn't have waited for revenge with the second aunt.

If they didn't retaliate, then the stick would not kill the second aunt by mistake.

If the Second Aunt is not dead, Stick will not go to jail.

Then he should be alive and well now, still selling tickets in movie theaters.

Really, what the mother-in-law said was not wrong at all.

In fact, from the root cause, it was him who killed the stick.

If possible, she would rather exchange her own life for that of the stick.

Unfortunately, everything is too late.

Numbly, she threw tinfoil into the brazier one by one: "Bang, it's my mother who has treated you badly in this life."

Xiao Dang and Sophora Huai were by the side, weeping silently.

The two of them watched helplessly since the accident, and their mother was not eating well or dressing well, and they were also very worried.

Qin Jingru took a bowl of rice and walked to Qin Huairu's side.

"Sister, you should eat a little at least. If you don't eat or drink like this, your iron body can't bear it."

Qin Huairu glanced at the bowl in Qin Jingru's hand, took it and put it aside.

suddenly.

Jia Zhang stood up and walked to Qin Huairu's side.

She bent down and picked up the rice bowl, and put it on the altar of the stick.

"What else to eat, I should give it to my grandson!"

Qin Jingru looked at it and rolled his eyes towards the sky: "Aunt Jia, this is not your family's meal. It's too much for you to give my sister a bite. The stick is pitiful, but the living must live?!"

Jia Zhang snorted coldly: "I think some people are better off dead!"

After speaking, he walked to the door, took out an iron bucket, and filled it with a lot of ingots folded in tin foil.

"Mom, where are you going?!" Qin Huairu saw Jia Zhang limping out, so he asked.

When Jia Zhang heard this, she raised her hand and wiped the wet tears on her face: "I'm in the same room with you, I feel so bored, I'll go to the place where Bang Geng played when he was a child, and burn some paper for him."

Xiao Dang and Huai Hua glanced at each other, then shook their heads.

Qin Jingru couldn't bear it anymore: "Aunt Jia, how do you talk, this is not what my sister wants."

Qin Huairu grabbed Qin Jingru: "Let her go, it's good to go out for a while, don't say she blames me, I hate myself!"

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Carrying the iron bucket, Mrs. Jia came to the big tree by the river.

When she was a child, stick stem likes to let her take him to the river to play.

She came under the big tree where Sticks often played, and dumped the tin foil in the iron bucket on the ground.

Then she took out a pack of matches from her pocket, took a piece of tin foil and lit it, and put it in the barrel to burn.

She lit the folded ingots one by one, and said to herself while burning them: "Great man, you have to live a good life down here. If you are missing, you will give grandma a dream."

Jiazhang's burned for a whole afternoon, from dawn until it gradually darkened.

She really didn't want to go home and see Qin Huairu.

She decided to stay a little longer, and go back when the night was too late for sleep.

So she sat there under the tree.

Watching the boatmen running boats coming and going on the river.

Gradually, there were fewer and fewer boats on the river.

The moon climbed into the dark night sky.

Mrs. Jia Zhang got up from the ground, and when she was about to go back, she saw a figure standing on the bank not far away, looking at the river motionlessly.

She is getting older and her eyesight is getting worse day by day.

Even though she squinted her eyes as hard as she could, she couldn't see who it was.

He just vaguely felt that he was a tall man.

She carried the bucket and walked along the river bank.

After getting closer, he found that the man by the river was Yi Zhonghai.

After the police came to the hospital to notify Banggen of the accident, both Jia's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law have been busy with the funeral of Banggen.

In addition, Jia Zhang's wholeheartedly blamed Qin Huairu and did not take the initiative to talk to her.

So neither of the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law mentioned this matter, and there was another uncle who was the instigator.

Seeing Grandpa Jia Zhang at this moment, she instantly remembered what Qin Huairu told her when Bang Geng was just imprisoned.

Qin Huairu was put on Li Weiguo's bed after being knocked unconscious by the uncle.

The flames in Jia Zhang's heart suddenly flared up.

She has always been a playful, reckless character.

I saw her put the iron bucket in her hand on the ground.

The sound of the iron bucket hitting the ground startled the old man who was staring at the river in a daze.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Mrs. Jia Zhang standing in front of him.

Before he could react, he heard a "bah".

Jia Zhang's saliva came oncoming.

"Aunt Jia, are you sick?!" The old man wiped the saliva off his face with his hands in disgust, feeling that his entire face was stinking from Jia Zhang's saliva.

"Yi Zhonghai, you old dog, tell me, did you knock Huairu unconscious and put him on Li Weiguo's bed?" Jia Zhang cursed, pointing at Yi Zhonghai's nose with her hips on her hips.

The old man was shocked when he heard this.

He can be [-]% sure that Qin Huairu definitely didn't see him that night.

Because she was fainted as soon as she entered the room.

The second aunt is dead, and there is no proof of her death.

This can only be guessed by Widow Qin herself.

"Aunt Jia, I was at home all night that night. I really didn't lie to you. Is this what your wife told you?" The uncle immediately denied it.

"So what if she said it, you have been involved in this matter from the very beginning, don't think you can get over it!" Jia Zhang became even more angry when he heard that the old man refused to admit it.

"How many truths has she, Qin Huairu, said in these years?" The uncle asked with a sneer.

"Fart, Yi Zhonghai, Qin Huairu can deceive everyone. But her mother-in-law, don't say she hasn't deceived me, she just intends to deceive me. We live together every day, how can I be stupid enough to be deceived by her?!" Jia Zhang Shi sneered, as if the uncle had told a big joke.

The uncle's face gradually turned cold, and he asked sullenly: "Then, the child in her womb belonged to Director Li, so she didn't lie to you about it?!"

Jia Zhang hesitated when she heard the words, and instantly felt that she had slipped her mouth, so she covered her mouth.