At that time women work in the fields, most of them are carrying baskets, rest the way home pick up some firewood to cook. Therefore, the wild beaches in the spring did not much wood can pick it up. I managed to retrieve a basket, cast iron skillet on the stove back to Westinghouse on the well. But just on fire, her mother came over, she will be the pot from the stove on a pull up.
Health and smoke roaring over Zaotang to emerge here.
I did not expect her to do so: "Oh, my pot Zuoshen you pull?" "You burn kang Zuoshen?" "I moved here to live." "Then hurry to move Zuoshen?" "Has been the spring, no you? "" My son is born, you think you married him, and he is yours? "" I lived in my house just to live, do not you grab your son. "" You said, you and I lived in, yo? "" House of Westinghouse to the East across a wall, and lived together different? "" even as you move? "
Her mother began to scold me, most of the local translation of the curse words than here. But there is a word very educated taste, which I can never forget: "I do not expect you to hit the grain millet seedlings!"
But I was wondering what culture can be in no mood for the taste, only that Westinghouse is impossible to live.
Element of surprise, my father suddenly Tuimenzoujin to fifty years --- so far, and my father how to enter the door to step out?
"... ... Dad, you coming? The house cold, to the east houses sit it." I quickly took my father to walk out, but my father is still wondering: Why is fires, the pan-side up?
Things are always so unlucky, in fact, I do not often come to her family, but the one just in time for our family to downtown is not pleasant. Several times from the morning walk to the half-brother, Houshang see me, how do I let him see me panic? Then immediately put on a smile. At a time when her mother would be to face, her smile is the same.
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