The old lady said that, 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. A scene that made her angry.
This brat fell asleep standing up! !
She gritted her teeth and pulled him up mercilessly, "Are you big enough?"
Liang Shen whimpered, breathing pain from his mouth.
Jiang Tang didn't care about his resistance, and continued: "Did you sleep comfortably?"
Liang Shen smacked his lips, as if reminiscing, and nodded for a moment: "It's just that there are a lot of mosquitoes..."
Jiang Tang choked for breath and was speechless.
She pulled Liang Shen into the door, bent down and whispered to him: "Now go fetch water to wash Grandma Su's feet, and apologize properly."
"Ah?" Upon hearing the foot wash, Liang Shen grinned, "No, it's so disgusting."
"Don't talk like that." Jiang Tang slapped her across the face, "You did something wrong, you must apologize!"
Liang Shen covered his forehead, lowered his head submissively, not daring to speak out.
After entering the house, under the threat of Jiang Tang's eyes, Liang Shen rolled up his sleeves, fetched water slowly, then walked to the old lady Su who was on the sofa, and reluctantly said, "Grandma, I will wash it for you. foot."
Grandma Su didn't speak. Liang Shen raised his head and looked at Jiang Tang helplessly. After receiving Jiang Tang's encouraging eyes, Liang Shen knelt down in front of her and took the initiative to help the old man take off his shoes and socks.
Although he said he hated it, he was still very serious when he actually did it.
"Grandma, is the water hot?" He looked at Mrs. Su and asked in a low voice.
The old man said, "It's not hot."
"oh."
Liang Shen silently washed the old man's feet. Her feet were dry and thin, and the old skin covered the bones. Liang Shen's hands ached. He blinked and saw some scars on her ankles and insteps. These tender pink scars were like centipedes. It was meandering, Liang endured his fear and reached out to poke it, it was slippery, nothing special.
He was not afraid in an instant, and was even a little curious about how these traces came from.
Children don't know how to hide their xinxing, they just say what's on their mind.
Liang Shen looked at Mrs. Su, and softly asked, "Grandma, how did you get these injuries?"
Jiang Tang's complexion changed, and she hurriedly scolded: "Liang Shen, don't ask other people's privacy casually."
He puffed out his small chest: "The wound is outside, so it's not considered privacy."
Jiang Tang was speechless.
The old lady's face was cold, but she also replied: "It was burned by the fire."
He answered Liang Shen's question in just a few moments, seeing the old man's rejection of the topic, Jiang Tang didn't let Liang Shen continue to ask.
After getting along for a short time, the three children were obviously not so afraid of the old man, they talked and laughed around her and listened to the story. Although Mrs. Su is harsh and mean, she can see that she likes children very much, otherwise she would not be so patient in the face of children's nonsense.
Taking advantage of this time, Jiang Tang went to clean up the old man's house. When she went to the back room, she saw the photo hanging on the bedside.
It was a family portrait, the man was gentle, the woman had gentle eyebrows and eyes, a seven or eight-year-old girl was sandwiched between the two, Jiang Tang stared at it for a few seconds, and suddenly found that the woman's appearance was somewhat similar to the old lady Su today, Like... when she was young
Jiang Tang restrained her gaze, realizing that it was not good for her to spy on other people's privacy like this, so she tidied up the room in a hurry, then turned and left the room.
At six o'clock the next day, Jiang Tang got up on time.
The children were still asleep, but the old man was awake.
"I'm going out to buy breakfast, what's your taboo?"
"Be quiet." Mrs. Su rolled Jiang Tang's eyes, lowered her head and gently covered the three children with quilts.
Jiang Tang was silent for a while, and couldn't help saying: "They won't wake up when the sky falls."
Old Madam Su frowned, her face sank: "I made you keep quiet."
Jiang Tang pouted helplessly, "Then I'll just buy it."
"Tsk..."
Seeing that the old man was going to get angry, Jiang Tang ran out of the house in a hurry.
The morning in the ancient town is very beautiful, the morning light is slightly drunk, and everything in the world is fully awake, a scene full of vitality.
Feeling the breeze blowing on her face, her steps were much lighter.
The small shops on the street were all open, and most of the shopkeepers were elderly aunts and uncles. She rarely met a middle-aged person. She went straight to a steamed stuffed bun shop and ordered a few according to the menu.
There are few people in the town, and there are very few people who come to buy breakfast.
The aunt who steamed the steamed buns glanced at her and saw that she looked young, so she said, "Are you filming TV?"
Jiang Tang, who was looking around, nodded, "We're here to film a show."
The aunt said: "Just now a fair little offspring was born, where are you from?"
Jiang Tang replied: "Madam Su's home."
She nodded knowingly: "So it's Teacher Su's house, that old lady is not easy to get along with..."
Teacher Su
Jiang Tang was taken aback, and hurriedly asked, "So Grandma Su is a teacher?"
"Yes, but a poor man..." The aunt chatted with Jiang Tang while steaming the buns.
From her intermittent speech, Jiang Tang understood what happened.
Decades ago, there was only one school in Crescent Town, and there were only two teachers in the school, one was Mrs. Su, and the other was her husband. At that time, the road was not repaired, the mountains were closed, and children from surrounding towns were all sent to this school. Mrs. Su and her husband are both honest and cultural people, and they put all their thoughts into teaching. But misfortune flew from the sky, and a fire destroyed all of this.
It was a lunch break that day, and most of the children were taking a nap. 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.
The people in the small town quickly found out the arsonist. He was a lazy man in the town. Most of the people in that era were uneducated and superstitious about ghosts and gods. Now that so many lives have been lost, the reason for the incident was because of Teacher Su. They immediately thought that she was possessed by a catastrophe!
Rumors spread everywhere, she was like a rat crossing the street, everyone shouted and beat her, Teacher Su had no choice but to move out of Crescent Moon Town, and temporarily lived in a small and damp cave on Crescent Moon Mountain. But the matter did not end here. The few students who were rescued by her fell ill due to excessive fright, high fever persisted, and they talked all day long. Pointing at Teacher Su.
So they decided to burn Teacher Su to death.
The dull townspeople firmly believe that only fire can purify everything.
On the thirtieth day after the death of her husband and daughter, several strong men went up the mountain, and the cave was sealed off by fire, leaving Teacher Su unable to retreat.
I don't know whether it was luck or misfortune, a sensible parent went down the mountain earlier and called the police outside the town, so Teacher Su escaped unharmed. Unfortunately, she suffered extensive burns all over her body, and her eyeballs had 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. Teacher Su wanted to return to her roots, and wanted to be with her husband and daughter, so she returned to this hometown that brought her infinite grief. .
The steamed buns have been steamed, and the aunt carefully packed them in a paper bag and handed them over, "Girl take it, it's a bit hot, you should carry it carefully..."
Jiang Tang came back to his senses, took the bun and handed over the money.
She returned along the original road, and heard a faint laughter from the yard from a distance.
In the morning light, the old lady sat under the rattan chair and performed magic tricks for Qianqian. Even though she couldn't see the small magic trick where the coins disappeared, the old lady was still proficient, as if she had practiced it many times when no one was around.
Qianqian also joined in, with her hair loose and giggling non-stop.
Jiang Tang went in and put the steamed stuffed bun on the table outside, and asked Chu Yi to get the bowls and chopsticks.
"I bought pork buns, you eat first, and I will comb Qianqian's hair first."
"Let me comb it." Mrs. Su said suddenly, "You can't comb well even if you are clumsy."
Jiang Tang, who was scolded every day, was not angry, and went back to the house to get the comb and handed it to her.
The shallow hair is too soft, and it is difficult to grasp every time you comb it. The old lady moves her hands carefully, as if she is afraid of pulling her. Qianqian is also very well-behaved, nestled in the arms of the old lady, motionless.
Jiang Tang saw the gentle expression on the old lady's face, she looked very much like her in the photo. At this moment, she might be thinking of her little daughter who died in the fire.
After the braids were tied, the old lady stood up from the rattan chair with difficulty, "Wait a minute."
She tremblingly entered the door with a cane, and when she came out again, she had a delicate hairpin in her hand, made of silver, and it was quite meticulously made.
Seeing that the old lady was about to put it on for Qianqian, Jiang Tang hurried up to stop her, "Mother Su, this is too precious."
The old lady Su's mouth drooped again, she slapped Jiang Tang's hand away, and muttered, "I put it on for my granddaughter, don't care what your business is."
Neither was her hand raised in the air, nor was it in the past.
The old lady Su groped for Qianqian, carefully touching Qianqian's head with a pair of rough hands, feeling the shape of the hairpin, the old man smiled happily, "My husband made it for me personally, then When I was young, my hair was black and shiny, but it's a pity that I'm all bald now... "
Blinking slightly, she couldn't help looking up at her.
She bit her finger, and said in a soft voice, "Qianqian also combs grandma's hair."
"Forget it." Mrs. Su waved her hands hastily, "I don't have hair here, your little hands are so tender, don't hurt them."
When the little girl heard it, she immediately felt wronged: "Qianqian has little strength, so I can't hurt you..."
Old Madam Su was taken aback for a moment, knowing that she might have misunderstood, and after realizing it, she covered her mouth and laughed.
This is the first laugh since the beginning of the show. The old lady smiled cleanly, like a child.
Qianqian moved a small stool behind the old man, stepped forward humming and humming, took the comb and clumsily and earnestly tied the old man's pigtails, soon, a few small braids appeared on top of her head, Qianqian I pinned my little red hair hairpin on it.
After the completion, the old lady became nondescript, but Qianqian felt very satisfied. She rushed forward and hugged the old lady, with a soft voice: "Sell the small toys when Qianqian returns, and then buy a wig for grandma~"
When the old man heard this, he laughed even louder.
Jiang Tang stood quietly and looked at the old and the young. She thought the scene was very beautiful.