Mama Xiong's words made everyone else in the room tremble with fright, and shuddered in the crisp autumn and warm weather, but Zheng Qingchuan was different, her eyes lit up when she heard it, she blinked her eyes twice, and her thoughts flew up instantly, she thought: Sure enough, sure enough, a few days ago, I guessed correctly, the new relatives really spared their lives because they suspected that she had an infectious disease, so they had to burn all the old things she used, is this considered like-minded, because she also cherishes life very much, it is really not a family, If she didn't enter the door, no wonder she crossed over to the Zheng family and thought, thinking, Zheng Qingchuan kept up with Mama Xiong's pace, her steps became more and more brisk, and her mood became more and more flying, Mama Xiong suddenly stopped, turned to stare at Zheng Qingchuan, moved her mouth, and her voice seemed to be squeezed out of her teeth: "You must have a standing phase when you stand, you must have a sitting phase when you sit, and there are rules for walking Seventh girl, go seriously, you are no longer a child" Zheng Qingchuan raised his face slightly and looked directly into Mama Xiong's eyes.She thought that Mama Xiong's eyes must be made of black water in the abyss, black and faint, as if they could give birth to whirlpools, suck people into them and eat them in broad daylight, under the bright sun, Mama Xiong's eyes are more frightening than the cat's eyes in the night.Zheng Qingchuan pursed his mouth and didn't speak.In fact, she doesn't know how old she is.The two confronted each other for a moment, and Mama Xiong pondered in her heart: This seventh girl's temper is much stronger than before, and the more she is strong, the more annoying Mama Xiong turned around and continued to walk.Zheng Qingchuan's eyes fell on Mama Xiong's body, humbly following her example and following her.Zheng Qingchuan felt that he had a ridiculous feeling of a handan toddler through a carved and painted gorgeous hanging flower door, passed through a carved shadow wall of three friends of the cold and cold, and then walked out of a solemn vermilion lacquer gate, and suddenly opened up in front of him, only to see the sun was shining, the sky was blue and vast, there were pedestrians, there were birds, there were many flowers and trees, there were octagonal pavilions with cornices, there were ponds with withered lotuses, and the gray roof tiles and roof ridges of other buildings could be seen in the distance.Ah she took a deep breath, the air seemed to be different, just like a frog jumping out of a deep well, it felt so good to be free, the scenery of the Zheng family was so good, Zheng Qingchuan breathed in the fresh air, his steps did not stop, his eyes looked around, and his mood became more and more joyful.Suddenly, she turned her head to look at the plaque on the door behind her, and found that the words on the plaque were written in cursive with a brush, and they were traditional characters that she did not recognize.She was suddenly a little discouraged: she had become illiterate, and half of her joy had flown away, and she realized that the road ahead of her life was full of difficulties and obstacles, and she had been happy too soon.Mama Xiong suddenly turned around and stared at Zheng Qingchuan again, and said harshly: "The rules of the seven girls must be studied hard, don't look around when you walk, the Zheng family is not a small family, the girls of the Zheng family don't learn that kind of small family spirit" Zheng Qingchuan gritted his teeth and held his breath hard.Mama Xiong stared at her, and she stared at Mama Xiong.She hates others scolding her the most, can't she say it well, don't you have to be so stubborn Mama Xiong saw her stubborn appearance, suddenly sneered, and admonished stiffly: "Wait a while, in front of the old lady, don't continue to pretend to be dumb From tomorrow, there will be a nurturing grandmother to teach the seven girls the rules, and you have to learn well when the time comes" There are many children and grandchildren in the Zheng family, and the seven girls before the illness were not eye-catching in a bunch of children, in fact, Mama Xiong didn't pay much attention to her before, and the impression left before was probably that the seven girls love to talk and laugh, the mouth is very sweet.Mama Xiong thought disdainfully: Today's seven girls are really annoying and have just died of their father, and that father is a concubine, what good future can such a seven girl have?
Zheng Qingchuan doesn't like to walk behind other people's butts.When I heard Mama Xiong say: "Rongyangtang has arrived", Zheng Qingchuan's heart was cold, and his good interest ran away.There was a wall in front of me, a vermilion lacquer gate, the first gate, then into the hanging flower door, and then into the main hall door through the triple door, combing a very cute double bun of the little maid smiled slightly, stretched out her hand to tie the door curtain embroidered, courteously whispered: "Mama Xiong is back, the seventh girl is here" There was no one in the room for the time being, quiet, but the smell of incense came to the face.Mama Xiong walked in by herself, and Zheng Qingchuan followed silently.I saw that there were people standing in the room, and some people were sitting, and it was all women, some young, some old.Zheng Qingchuan guessed: The one who is sitting must be the master, and the one who is standing must be the maid.She looked into the room with a calm face, and saw that only two people were sitting, among them was an old lady with half-white sideburns sitting on the main seat of the couch, and on the side of the Nanmu chair was a haggard, plainly dressed young woman, probably not more than thirty years old.The old lady was turning the wooden Buddha beads in her hand, her eyes closed, her mouth moving slightly, and she was muttering something to herself.The young woman looked down at the ground, her eyes not looking at Zheng Qingchuan.Mama Xiong walked lightly to the right side of the old lady and stood back, with a upright posture, like a wax figure, with her eyes not turning and her mouth not moving.In front of Xiao Xuan, Zheng Qingchuan's mood became more and more calm.She pondered: The old lady's clothes were very exquisite, with a shining golden hairpin on her head, and an emerald jade bracelet on her hand, which must be the old lady in Mama Xiong's mouth, but the young woman didn't know who it was.I don't know what to call the soldiers to block, and the water to cover the earth.I'm relieved to be a marionette, waiting for someone else to pull my string, as long as I don't talk nonsense, the maid or Mama Bear will definitely remind me.Zheng Qingchuan stood in the middle of the room with peace of mind, not daring to sit on a chair or moving around.The central figure in this room is undoubtedly the old lady, so Zheng Qingchuan observes the old lady vigorously.Suddenly, the old lady opened her eyes, and her gaze shot at Zheng Qingchuan accurately, that kind of gaze was not like kind love or pity, but a kind of customer's eyes when picking goods when buying things Zheng Qingchuan received the kind of signal from the old lady that was not angry and powerful, so she lowered her eyelids and no longer stared directly at the old lady.Silence reigned, and the incense burner in the corner was puffing out its own cigarette, carrying the aroma with every breath.Seeing that Zheng Qingchuan kept pursing her mouth and didn't speak, the old lady frowned, and her face showed displeasure.At this time, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old pretty maid came over and pulled Zheng Qingchuan's sleeve, and said with a crisp smile: "After the seventh girl was sick, how could she not shout when she saw her grandmother" Zheng Qingchuan was very grateful to this maid who played a round in her heart, and shouted loudly: "Grandmother" The old lady said "um", agreed lukewarmly, and said: "Why don't you call your mother" Zheng Qingchuan was surprised, Could it be that the young woman who didn't look at her turned out to be her mother Zheng Qingchuan thought to herself: Could it be that I am from a concubine, so I don't invite my mother to see her After thinking about it for a while, she turned to face the young woman, and did not call her mother, but shouted conservatively: "Mother" Hearing the word "mother", the plainly dressed young woman immediately looked up at Zheng Qingchuan, her brows furrowed slightly.------ digression------ Happy Birthday, help add a collection, recommend: step-room, bright eyes, mountains and rivers, farming, farmer girl: