The old lady said that, and Jiang Tang couldn't let Liang Shen stand outside anymore.
She went out and saw Liang Shen leaning against the tree, motionless and silent. She didn't know if she was crying secretly. Jiang Tang reached out and put her hanging hair on her ears, stepped forward lightly, and then saw a scene that made her angry.
This naughty child actually fell asleep while standing!!
She gritted her teeth and pulled him up mercilessly, "You have a big heart?"
Liang Shen whimpered and felt pain in his mouth.
Jiang Tang didn't care about his resistance and continued, "Do you sleep comfortably?"
Liang Shenba smacked his lips, as if he was aftertaste, and nodded for a moment: "It's just that there are a lot of mosquitoes..."
Jiang Tang suffocated his breath and was speechless.
She pulled Liang Shen into the door, bent down and whispered in a low voice: "You go get water to wash Grandma Su's feet now, and apologize."
"Ah?" When Liang Shen heard about washing his feet, he grinned, "No, it's so disgusting."
"Don't speak like this." Jiang Tang slapped him, "You did something wrong and you must apologize!"
Liang Shen covered his forehead, lowered his head timidly, and did not dare to speak stubbornly.
After entering the house, under the threat of Jiang Tang's eyes, Liang Shen rolled up his sleeves and slowly fucked the water. Then he walked to the old lady Su on the sofa and said reluctantly: "Grandma, I'll wash your feet."
Grandma Su didn't say anything. Liang Shen raised her head and looked at Jiang Tang at a loss. After getting Jiang Tang's encouragement, Liang Shen squatted down in front of her and took the initiative to help the old man take off his shoes and socks.
Although he said he was disgusted, he was still very serious when he actually did it.
"Grandma, is the water burning?" He looked at Old Mrs. Su and asked in a low voice.
The old man said, "Not hot."
"oh."
Liang Shen was silently washing the old man's feet. Her feet were thin and her old skin wrapped around the bones. It hurt Liang Shen's hands. He blinked and saw that there were some scars on her ankles and insteps. These tender pink scars were like centipedes winding. Liang Shen endured his fear and poked them. It was slippery and nothing special.
He was no longer afraid for a moment, and even curious about how these traces came about.
Children have never known how to hide their nature and say whatever they have in their hearts.
Liang Shen looked at Old Mrs. Su and asked Ruolou Luannuo: "Grandma, how did these injuries come about?"
Jiang Tang's face changed and he hurriedly scolded: "Liang Shen, don't ask others about their privacy."
He held his small chest out: "The wound is outside, not privacy."
Jiang Tang said silly.
The old lady's face was cold, but she also replied: "It was burned by the fire."
Just a few times he answered Liang Shen's question, and saw the old man's repulsion of the topic, Jiang Tang did not let Liang Shen continue to ask.
After a short time together, the three children were obviously not afraid of the elderly, and they were talking and laughing around her and listening to stories. Although Old Mrs. Su was harsh and mean, it can be seen that she liked children very much, otherwise she would not have been so patient in facing the children's nonsense.
Taking advantage of this time, Jiang Tang went to clean up the house for the old man. When she went to the inner room, she saw the photo hanging on the head of the bed.
It was a family portrait, the man was gentle and the woman had gentle eyebrows and eyes. A seven or eight-year-old girl was sandwiched between the two. Jiang Tang stared at her for a few seconds and suddenly realized that the woman looked a bit similar to the current old lady Su, like... she was when she was young?
Jiang Tang converged her gaze and realized that it was not good for him to peek at other people's privacy like this. She hurriedly sorted out the room and turned around and left the room.
*
At six o'clock the next day, Jiang Tang got up on time.
The children were still sleeping, but the old man woke up.
"I'm going out to buy breakfast, what are you going to avoid?"
"Speak quietly." Old Mrs. Su paled Jiang Tang's eyes and lowered her head and gently covered the three children with a quilt.
Jiang Tang was silent for a moment and couldn't help but say, "They won't wake up even if the sky falls."
Old Mrs. Su frowned and her face darkened: "It's all for you to whisper."
Jiang Tang had no choice but to purse her lips, "Then I'll buy it casually."
"Tsk..."
Seeing that the old man was about to get angry, Jiang Tang ran out of the house.
The morning in the ancient town is very beautiful, with a slightly drunk morning light, and all things in the world are completely awakened, and there is a vibrant scene.
Feeling the breeze blowing on her face, her steps were much lighter.
The shops on the street are open, and most of the shops are older aunts and old men. They rarely meet middle-aged people. She went straight to a bun shop and ordered a few according to the menu.
There are few people in the town, so few people come to buy breakfast.
The old lady who steamed buns looked at her a few times, saw that she was young, and said, "Are you shooting TV?"
Jiang Tang, who was looking around, nodded: "Let's come here to shoot the show."
The aunt said, "I just got a pretty young man here. Which family are you in?"
Jiang Tang replied: "Old Mrs. Su's house."
She nodded with knowledge: "It turns out it's Teacher Su's house. That old lady is not easy to get along with..."
Teacher Su?
Jiang Tang was stunned and asked quickly: "So Grandma Su is a teacher?"
"Yes, but a poor person..." The aunt talked to Jiang Tang while steaming buns.
From her intermittent speech, Jiang Tang learned about the incident.
Decades ago, there was only one school in Yueya Town, with only two teachers in the school, one was Mrs. Su and the other was her husband. The road was not repaired at that time, the mountains were closed, and children from the surrounding towns were sent to this school. Mrs. Su and her husband were honest cultural figures and devoted all their thoughts to teaching. But a disaster caused a huge fire to destroy all this.
It was lunch break that day, and most of the children were taking naps. Old Mrs. Su and her husband tried their best to rescue a few, but unfortunately in the end... her only daughter and the love of her life remained in the fire forever.
For Teacher Su, the tragedy began after the fire.
People in the town quickly found out that the arsonist was a lazy man in the town. He was greedy for Teacher Su's beauty, so he came up with a way to arson the fire. Most of the people in that era were not educated and superstitious about ghosts and gods. Now they have lost so many lives. The reason for the incident was for Teacher Su, and they immediately thought that she was possessed by a disaster!
Rumors were everywhere, and she was like a rat crossing the street and everyone called for a beating. Teacher Su had no choice but to move out of Crescent Town and temporarily lived in a narrow and wet cave on Crescent Mountain. But the matter did not end here. The students she rescued were sick due to excessive fright, had a high fever, and had a daydream. This incident caused panic and made the town people feel that the evil was causing trouble. Then they pointed the finger at Teacher Su.
So they decided to burn Teacher Su to death.
The dull townspeople firmly believe that only the fire can purify everything.
On the 30th day after the death of her husband and daughter, several strong men went up the mountain and the fire blocked the cave. Teacher Su had no choice but to retreat.
I don’t know whether it was luck or misfortune, but a rational parent went down the mountain and called the police outside the town earlier, so Teacher Su escaped. Unfortunately, she suffered a large area of ​​burns on her body and her eyeballs were forced to be removed due to infection.
Teacher Su, who was alone, was placed in a nursing home by the state. Until a year ago, she was diagnosed with cancer. Mr. Su wanted to return to her roots and wanted to accompany her husband and daughter, so she returned to her hometown that brought her infinite grief.
The buns have been steamed, so the aunt carefully packed them in a paper bag and handed them over, "The girl has taken them, it's a bit hot, you should carry them carefully..."
Jiang Tang came to his senses, took the bun and handed the money over.
She returned along the same route and heard a faint laugh from the yard from afar.
The morning light was shining, and the old lady sat under the rattan chair to make magic tricks. The very shallow little magic tricks of coins disappearing. Even if she couldn't see them, the old lady was still skillful in movements, as if she had practiced many times when no one was away.
Qian Qian also supported her and giggled with her hair loose.
Jiang Tang went in and placed the buns on the table outside, and asked Chuyi to get the bowls and chopsticks.
"I bought pork buns, you can eat them first, and I will comb Qian Qian's hair first."
"I'll comb it." Old Mrs. Su suddenly said, "You can't comb it well even if you are clumsy."
Jiang Tang, who was scolded in daily life, was not angry, and went back to the house to take the comb and handed it to her.
Qianqian's hair is too thin and soft, and it is difficult to grasp every time she combs it. The old lady's hands are cautious, as if she is afraid of pulling her. Qianqian is also very well-behaved and stays in the old lady's arms without moving.
Jiang Tang saw the expression on the old lady's face softer, and her expression looked very similar to her in the photo. At this moment, she might have thought of her little daughter who was lost in the sea of ​​fire.
With his braids tied up, the old lady stood up from the rattan chair with difficulty, "Wait a minute."
She walked in with a crutch and tremblingly. When she came out again, she had an exquisite hairpin on her hand, which was made of silver and was quite meticulously made.
Seeing that the old lady was about to put it on Qianqian, Jiang Tang hurriedly went up to stop him, "Mom Su, this is too expensive."
The corners of Mrs. Su's mouth drooped again, and she patted Jiang Tang's hand open, muttering: "I've put it for my granddaughter, I don't care about your business."
She put her hand in mid-air, and she was not in the past.
Old Mrs. Su groped and took care of Qianqian's thick hands, carefully touching Qianqian's head, feeling the shape of the hairpin. The old man smiled happily and satisfied, "This was my husband who beat me with his own hands. At that time, he was young and his hair was shiny. Unfortunately, he was all bald now..."
Qianqian blinked and couldn't help but look up at her.
She bit her fingers, her voice soft: "Qianqian also combs her grandma's hair."
"Forget it." Old Mrs. Su waved her hands quickly, "I don't have hair here. Your hands are so tender, don't hurt you."
When the little girl heard this, she immediately felt aggrieved: "Qianqian has little strength and can't hurt you..."
Old Mrs. Su was stunned and understood that she had misunderstood. After reacting, she covered her mouth and laughed out loud.
This is the first laugh since the beginning of the show. The old lady smiled cleanly and cheerfully, like a child.
Qianqian moved a small stool behind the old man, and stepped forward with a comb clumsy and serious braids for the old man. Soon, a few small leashes appeared on top of her head, and Qianqian tied up her little red hair again.
After finishing, the old lady became inappropriate, but Qianqian felt very satisfied. She rushed over and hugged the old lady, with a soft voice: "When Qianqian returns, she will sell the small toys and then buy a wig for her grandma~"
When the old man heard this, he laughed louder.
Jiang Tang stood quietly aside and looked at the old and young. She felt that the picture was so beautiful.
Chapter completed!