C258 I'm having a hard time of it

I'm having a hard time getting through this.

"Sister-in-law, we've tried to persuade you before, but you didn't want to hear it and didn't take it to heart. Now I have to say it again, in your family, although Mian Niang is the only one living outside of home, and you're the one living by, who does she live by, it's still by, isn't it still by you that she relies on? These two children, Mian Niang is only nineteen this year and the hyposome is only fourteen. No matter how intelligent they are, they are still two children. You are the backbone of this family. If you are happy, they are happy. If you are not happy, they can't sleep with you. "

Mrs Song Li was silent. She indeed wouldn't have listened to these words before, but back then, she really felt that everything that happened in this family was's fault. If it weren't for Mian Niang, her husband and eldest son wouldn't have gotten into trouble.

"Sister-in-law, do you think that it's not easy for Dalang to reach where he is today? Have you ever thought about how Mian Niang managed to reach here from the time he started selling tofu?"

Madame Song and Li looked at her.

A Yunniang sighed lightly and said: "In the past, there are some things that I don't want to tell you. We know that you were in a difficult situation back then, it was already fine if you were able to take care of yourself. In the beginning, because of the matter of Mian Niang being abandoned by the Mei Family, walking out would cause many people to point their backs at them. When she was alone, she wished she could treat herself as a Buddha. But when she was alone, she despised him and placed herself in the position of a saint, as if everything Mian Niang said and did were wrong, she wanted nothing more than to drown her with her saliva. Those big wives used cork words to whip Mian Niang, and they wanted to bully him, even that half a year old kid used dirt to chase after Mian Niang and beat him up. How could she be like this, making the tofu sound better and better. "Not to mention getting your family up straight."

Madame Song Li's face revealed a look of guilt, but she was faintly unconvinced. "Those lazy scoundrels must have their reasons for harassing her, right? If a single slap of the hand doesn't ring, we can't blame others. "

"Who do you blame? Who do you blame? " When A Yunniang heard this, he exploded, and immediately stood in front of Madame Song. When he opened his mouth, saliva almost spilled out, but he felt embarrassed, and immediately turned to wipe the corner of his mouth.

"We are already this old, and have seen a lot. Just tell me, are those scoundrels the kind of people who won't provoke you just because you are being serious?

Those people have no face to care about you? "Sister-in-law, let me tell you something. Your elder brother Song is a good person, and your family members are also good people, so why don't we have the best relationship in one year, and why don't you and your family members come over here to help us, but then again, what can you do to other people, and how can you be so harsh to your own girls?" Sister-in-law, let me tell you something, both of us have good things to do, and both of you and my elder brother have nothing to worry about, both of you are good to us, and even the villagers are in a difficult situation.

Madame Song and Madame Li took a long time before they could say anything. "You're really holding it in, every sentence is heart-piercing!"

A Yunniang laughed and relieved his awkwardness: "We've been together for so many years, you should know my temper."

"I know, of course I know. Last time you went out of our house and smashed my door, of course I know your dog temper."

"There's nothing we can do about it. Your daughter is a pain in the ass, but if you don't, then I will."

As A Yunniang spoke, he sat down by Lady Song's side, and held her hand: "Sister-in-law, don't be unwilling. Think about the cause and effect, if this were our Cloud Mother, and you saw the big one since you were young, would your heart ache for her after she suffered such grievances?"

Madame Song Li retracted her hand and snorted. "I don't feel any heartache. Her biological father doesn't feel any heartache at all. Where would I find the time to feel heartache?"

"Hey, you!"

"Her sister-in-law, I admit that I was wrong. Although I said I was wrong, it doesn't mean that my heart can completely pass away. In front of so many people, why would I say such words? It's because I understand, as a mother, no matter what she did, I still have to stand by her side. I'm telling you, I can't go over, and I can't. It's only because I know that I can't take the lead in bullying her! "

Madame Song Li patted her chest as she said these heart-piercing words.

It was only to this little sister from back then that he spoke these words from the bottom of his heart.

A Yunniang was speechless, he looked at her and sighed.

Outside the house, Mian Niang retracted her hand that was about to open the door, and returned to the kitchen.

Now that the official documents had been delivered, the Song Family could openly go to Song Youfu's grave.

The next morning, after breakfast, Mian Niang got on a carriage, dragged her mother and brother up the mountain.

The offerings were in the basket, and the noodles that Mian Niang sent last night, after steaming the steamed buns this morning, she also took a basket of cloth and wrapped them up. They were placed in the basket together and brought up the mountain.

The document was held by Madame Song Li, this thing was much more useful to her than the letter that Jiang Ting had previously delivered.

She couldn't keep the letter, but she could read it openly.

In one night, he took it out at least ten times, and now he was bringing it up the mountain, saying that he wanted Song Youfu to have a good look.

Mian Niang could understand her feelings, but she didn't find this Mother to be laughable. On the contrary, she only felt sad.

Song Zhien shook Madame Song Li's arm and said: "Mother, can you let me read it when we get there? Let me read it to Abba. "

Mother would read it, he would read it.

This document, to this family, was of great significance. He could almost see the scene of Ah Gou's hot-blooded resistance towards the enemy in between the lines.

Madame Song Li was shaken to the point where she had no other choice, and replied with a smile: "Yes yes yes, I won't let you read it, who's going to read it? "It's not like I can read."

"You can still be read by Sis A! "She also recognizes words." Song Zhien spoke straightforwardly.

Madame Song Li retracted her gaze.

Mian Niang laughed: "What am I reading, for you to be lazy? You should be the one reading anyway, so that I can let Ah Pa know whether or not you have improved in reading."

"That should indeed be read by me, but don't worry mother Sis A, even the teachers in the academy are praising me for my growth."

"That's right, our hyposome has indeed improved a lot recently!" Madame Song laughed as she rubbed Song Zhien's head: "Seeing that you're so sensible, Your Abba can finally rest in peace."

Mian Niang smiled and nodded. The two of them smiled too deliberately, and the atmosphere became heavy instead.

The furred donkey cart was tied to the mountainside. The three of them got off the carriage and walked towards the cemetery with each other in their arms.

No one was laughing now, and the atmosphere was getting heavier.

It was spring on the night of the second day of the new year. The weather did not warm up even after the first day of spring.

The forest was densely packed, and the sunlight was not able to penetrate through, making it even colder.

As their feet touched the ground, the broken branches made cracking sounds. The three of them had grave expressions on their faces.

Snow covered the leaves on the grass and her feet became slippery. Madame Song Li walked lightly and nearly slipped on the ground twice. Luckily, her children held her up.

Mian Niang asked: "Was it like this the last time you came?"

"That's right, we walked too slowly. We were all on tenterhooks, afraid that we would accidentally throw Mother away."

When she came in, it was already morning, and by the time she went back, it was already past noon. Song Zhien recalled that time, if it wasn't for the sky being cold, she would have brought her mother here to wait for Sis A to come back before returning together with his.

It was too cold to wait on the mountain.

Song Youfu's grave was a little further away, and the three of them walked for a long time before arriving.

This was Mian Niang's first time coming to the cemetery since she was buried.

It wasn't that she didn't want to come, it was the Minister of Police and Madame Song that didn't want her to come. She had thought of sneaking up to see Father, but she felt ashamed to come to Father's grave.

Until this time, Madame Song Li had asked her to follow them.

She still felt guilty, but that was right. Her father's yearning and her mother's permission overshadowed that guilt.

Looking at the ice-cold tombstone, Mian Niang was once again certain that her Abba would never be able to return.

He used to think that the words' time flies' that often hung on the lips of those old people was too exaggerated, but now that he saw his father's grave, he realized how accurate those words were.

He had burnt some paper a few years ago, and he had even cleaned up the area in front of the grave.

There was a piece of yellow paper beneath them. They poured wine into it, placed steamed buns and roasted chickens, and then burned incense. The siblings knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times.

Song Li passed the document to Song Zhien and began to burn it.

Song Zhien read out every word of the document accurately.

Each word stuttered, as if Song Youfu was afraid that he wouldn't be able to hear them clearly.

Mian Niang looked at the name on the tombstone, her eyes heated up, and she couldn't stop crying anymore.

Here lay her father.

Even though her family was poor and her life wasn't good, her father still doted on her.

In her memories, her father had once carried her on his neck to see the acrobatics show in the neighboring village.

He had also taken the food and sold them, specially pulling out a few feet of flowery cloth for her to make new clothes.

If his mother said he was wasting his time, he would laugh and say, "Your daughter is already an adult, how can she always be so undressed, making people laugh."

Numerous scenes appeared before his eyes, as if all of this had happened yesterday.

Madame Song and Li also cried. Ever since her son had gone to war and her husband had passed away, her heart had always been bitter.

She hated Mian Niang, thought of her husband, and thought of her son.

These negative emotions were like cocoons, tightly wrapped layer after layer, causing her to be unable to breathe.

Now, it was finally time for him to cry heartily. He felt that he could now answer to his husband. He was no longer afraid of his children being unable to lift their heads and act like a human anymore.

My son is not a sinner! Got it.

Song Zhien's tears rolled in his eyes. His mother's and sister's emotions affected him, so he could only hold in a breath to not cry.

He said to Abba in silence, "It's not that I don't miss you, it's just that I'm the only man in our family right now. I can't cry."

He wished that he could grow up faster and become the main pillar of this family.

However, he also knew that this was only hope.

In reality, the pillar of this family could only be the Sis A.

"Don't worry, I will definitely work as hard as Brother. I won't let my family down."

The three of them stayed in front of the grave for a long time. In the end, Mian Niang was afraid that Madame Song would kneel down and cry all the time.

A pair of children were frowning. Madame Song finally calmed down and smiled: "Alright, alright, don't cry anymore. This is obviously a good thing. Why are you crying so loudly one by one?"

Mian Niang saw that her eyes were swollen from crying, and bit on the corner of her mouth: "En, good news."

She tried her best to smile.

Madame Song Li said, "In the future, our family can live a fair and square life. We are no longer afraid of others … "Ahh!"

The walking stick in her hand slipped, and even she fell to the side. Mian Niang only had enough time to call out "Mother", and try her best to pull her up.