Mobile reading Widow Gao watched An Qing leave the house and get into the kitchen, with a look of pride on her face.
She stopped standing in the yard, turned back to her room, crossed her legs and started watching TV.
But this TV It could have been more than an hour since there was any movement from Anqing's side.
I was feeling hungry and panicked, so I got out of the house again.
At that time, Anqing had already ordered a large bowl of shredded pork noodles with eggs for herself in the kitchen.
She had already finished eating.
She was cleaning the pot when she saw the widow Gao standing at the door, but she didn't even bother to talk to her.
He ignored her and just put the things he had packed into the cabinet one by one.
Widow Gao was not stupid.
She smelled the smell in the kitchen and saw An Qing washing the pot.
She immediately understood that this was someone who had finished eating and didn't care about herself.
She was hungry and angry.
She raised her arms to face An Qing was slapped on the face without even saying hello.
An Qing had already seen the movements of Widow Gao from the corner of his eyes.
He turned his body slightly to one side, and then watched Widow Gao stagger forward unsteadily.
He raised his foot and deftly pushed a wooden stick for making fire to her feet.
Widow Gao couldn't stand firm on the wooden stick and fell directly into the pot.
Although Guo Anqing had washed the pot, there was still some heat at the bottom of the pot.
Widow Gao fell down, and she fell headfirst into the pot, scalding one side of her face directly.
"Ah" he screamed, covering his face and howling.
An Qing stood aside, but Widow Gao couldn't care about her at this time.
She covered her face and ran out screaming, heading straight to the only clinic in the village.
Because the widow Gao left in a hurry, she didn't even close the door to her house, so An Qing simply moved all the TV and other useful things in the house to the west room where she lived.
Although these things are not valuable in An Qing's eyes, they are still using the original owner's two pieces of land and the income from her hard work.
An Qing does not want to continue to benefit from the cheap Widow Gao's white-eyed wolf.
Although there is nothing in Anqing's west room, there are still basic wires and other things, so after Anqing moved the things there, it didn't take long to connect the wires.
Widow Gao had her burn healed at the clinic in the village and received an anti-inflammatory injection.
When she returned home, it was completely dark.
Looking at the dark courtyard, the fire in her heart kept rising.
She kicked the closed door of the small courtyard twice, but she didn't see An Qing get up from inside to open the door for her.
She shouted at the top of her voice: "You are dead, why don't you get up and open the door for me?"
Even though Widow Gao almost screamed and became hoarse, there was no movement at all in the room.
An Qing had expected that the tall widow would make a big fuss when she came back, so after turning off the TV at night, she simply hid in her own space.
No one there made any noise to An Qing, and it was very quiet.
Widow Gao yelled outside for a long time, but no one came.
Instead, several neighbors in the surroundings lit up their lights one after another, because Widow Gao was usually not good to the original owner.
Those people only thought of Widow Gao and took advantage of the original owner in the middle of the night.
Some people who had been quarreled by her simply stood at the door and cursed: "You are mourning in the middle of the night.
I am losing my good conscience every day.
I still scream in the middle of the night.
I don't know that I am disrespecting others."
Widow Gao, who was already injured, was extremely wronged.
When she was scolded by her neighbor again, her tears fell one by one.
However, she was not someone who was easily offended.
Although she cried in anger, she still refused to forgive.
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Humanity said: "What's the matter with calling in the middle of the night?
Calling in the middle of the night isn't as fun as your calling.
You can call when I'm home, and you can call when I'm not at home.
I don't have any wild men like you in my family, so you don't have to come out and make noises."
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