At this moment, Tong Ling slowly raised her head. Ma Xiaohui's mother hurriedly handed her a towel.
Tong Ling took the towel from Ma Xiaohui's mother and wiped her eyes. Then, she said to Ma Xiaohui's mother," Sister, it's not that I don't want to tell you, but there are some things that I really can't say!”"It's okay. I won't laugh at you.”Ma Xiaohui's mother comforted Tong Ling. "Hey!" Tong Ling let out a laugh and said," It's a long story. I'm the same as Ma Xiaohui. I've never seen my father since I was born. That was when my mother was more than six months pregnant with me. It was just in time for the new year. According to our local customs, every family in the village would be busy killing pigs and sheep at this time. My neighbor, Uncle Wang, wanted to kill a pig. The first day, he told my father that he needed his help. My father is a warm-hearted person. No matter who's family in the village, he will grant any request. If Grandpa Wang wanted to kill a pig, he would naturally help. It was very difficult at that time. Which family had to sell a large part of the pigs they killed and then use the money to buy the New Year's goods. He could only keep a small portion at home to prepare for the new year. After Uncle Wang's pigs were killed and cleaned up, his mother called his father over the wall to go home for dinner. Just as his father was about to go home, the pork seller led a group of people over. Uncle Wang seemed to have collected the pork, so he stopped his father. When he was selling pork, the pork seller had tampered with the scale. His father noticed it at a glance, and then they quarreled. His father had exposed the peddler's tricks in front of everyone, which meant that the peddler's source of income was also cut off. Because the pork in the surrounding villages was purchased by this peddler, the peddler became angry out of embarrassment. He took advantage of the fact that he had more people and started fighting with his father. Uncle Wang's family was very honest and did not know how to fight at all. Seeing the peddler fighting with his father, the family did not go forward to help his father. Instead, he held his father's waist tightly and refused to let go. This gave the peddler an opportunity to make a move. The peddler picked up the butcher knife on the ground and stabbed his father's chest three times. His father fell to the ground and died.
Her mother had a bad relationship with her grandparents to begin with. With her father gone, her mother's world had collapsed. She placed all her hopes on me, hoping to give birth to a boy and support her collapsed sky again. Who knew that I would be a girl? Mother was in complete despair.
On the day I was one month old, my mother and grandmother said that they would go to the market to buy a piece of floral cloth and come back to make a small dress for me, but she never came back.
It was grandma who fed me with rice soup. When I was ten years old, grandma caught a cold and couldn't stand it. She passed away not long after. Grandpa was not in good health. He already had a serious heart disease. Coupled with the blow of Grandma's death, Grandpa fell ill all of a sudden.
My father only has a younger sister and no other relatives. I don't know where my mother's home is or who's at home. Therefore, I can only rely on Grandpa. The village chief saw that our family was old and young and could not live at all, so he went to the provincial capital to look for my aunt.
When my aunt in the provincial capital heard what the village chief said, she had no choice but to follow the village chief back to pick us up.
That was the first time I saw my aunt since I was born. My aunt has a pair of big eyes and a round face. She doesn't like to talk much, and even when she speaks, her voice isn't loud, like a kitten's.
Just like that, Grandpa and I followed my aunt to Provincial City.
Her aunt's family was very rich, but her aunt had no status in her family. Uncle is also a very domineering person. Ever since grandfather and I arrived at aunt's house, uncle has never said a word to us. Every day during mealtime, Uncle would either scold Aunt or beat the child. After Uncle left, Aunt would secretly cry alone.
Seeing Auntie like this, Grandpa and I really couldn't stay any longer, so we went back to the village.
When we were about to leave, auntie cried. Only then did we know that uncle had sold all our houses and livestock in the countryside, but put all the money into his own pocket and didn't give auntie a single cent.
Without a home, grandpa and I could only compromise and stay at auntie's house.
During my third year at my aunt's house, my grandfather passed away, leaving me all alone. I was only thirteen years old that year.
Grandpa was gone, so Uncle insisted on sending me to the orphanage. Aunt refused no matter what. Because of this, Aunt was beaten by Uncle a lot. Every time I saw Aunt being beaten, I would cry along with her. However, I was too young at that time and could only watch Aunt being beaten helplessly.
In order to support my studies, my aunt would go to the street to sell melon seeds every day after work. Later on, I found out that my uncle didn't want me to continue studying. He wanted me to earn money to support their family, but my aunt didn't agree to it no matter what. My uncle used money to blackmail my aunt. I had no choice but to use the money from selling melon seeds to pay for my tuition. Even so, my uncle still found trouble to quarrel with my aunt. Sometimes, he even beat her up.
My childhood was spent in the beating and scolding of my uncle.
It wasn't easy for me to get into a normal school. Aunt was extremely happy, and I was even happier from the bottom of my heart.
In the last semester of my graduation, my aunt was unfortunately diagnosed with diabetes. How could my uncle bear to spend money to treat my aunt's illness? After being hospitalized for less than half a month, he forced my aunt to be discharged.
Aunt was afraid that I would be distracted at school, so she kept her illness from me.
One day, I received a telegram from the school's security guard and learned that my aunt was sick. I hurriedly asked for leave from the school leaders and rushed home. However, when I arrived home, my aunt had already passed away.
On the day of my aunt's funeral, I cried myself to death several times. Auntie, you've endured for half your life for me. I haven't had the time to be filial to you. Why are you leaving just like that? Auntie, please open your eyes and look at me again. In this world, you're my only family member. Are you so heartless as to abandon me?
My cries made so many people who came to attend the funeral cry.
If my aunt is gone, my home will be gone. Since then, I have never returned to that house.”Tong Ling finished her story with tears in her eyes. Ma Xiaohui's mother, who was listening to Tong Ling's story, was already sobbing.
Just then, Mrs. Gao walked in with a big bowl in her hand. As soon as she entered the house, she saw Tong Ling crying. Ma Xiaohui's mother was also crying. Mrs. Gao was dumbfounded." What's going on?"”She asked hurriedly. " Ah, it's nothing," Tong Ling answered as she took the bowl from Mrs. Gao.
"Nothing. Why are you two crying?”Mrs. Gao was still puzzled, so she continued to ask Tong Ling. "Ah, I had nothing better to do, so I chatted with Mrs. Tong.”Ma Xiaohui's mother replied. "Hahaha, it seems that the two of you are talking about the history of the revolutionary family!”Mrs. Gao said with a smile. Her words amused Tong Ling and Ma Xiaohui's mother.
Mrs. Gao had made hot soup noodles for lunch today. As soon as it came out of the pot, she rushed to bring a bowl to Ma Xiaohui's mother. She saw that Tong Ling was also there, so she said to her," Look at this mess. I didn't know that Mrs. Tong was here. Fortunately, there are a lot of noodles. Wait here, I'll go back and get another bowl."”Before Tong Ling could say anything, Mrs. Gao left anxiously.
Mrs. Gao quickly brought back a big bowl of noodles from home. Tong Ling, who had just cried, did not want to eat no matter what. Ma Xiaohui's mother was anxious when she saw that Tong Ling was not eating. She held the noodles and said to Tong Ling," I'm hungry. How can I eat if you don't eat? Alright, I'll just starve with you!"”With that, she placed the bowl of noodles on the brick bed.
Seeing that Ma Xiaohui's mother was not eating, Tong Ling was also very anxious. After thinking about it, Tong Ling could only pick up the noodles and say," Look, I've already eaten. You should eat too!”When Ma Xiaohui's mother saw that Tong Ling had started eating noodles, she picked up the bowl of noodles again.
In fact, Ma Xiaohui's mother had lost her appetite after the tears just now. However, she was worried about Tong Ling's body, which had just been discharged from the hospital, so she reluctantly accompanied Tong Ling to eat.
After eating the noodles sent by Mrs. Gao, Tong Ling smiled and said to Ma Xiaohui's mother," Thank you for the noodles sent by Mrs. Gao. Otherwise, we would have starved at noon."”Ma Xiaohui's mother was still immersed in Tong Ling's troubled childhood as she muttered to herself.
Mrs. Gao was a little confused by Ma Xiaohui's mother's words. She looked at Tong Ling and then at Ma Xiaohui's mother. Suddenly, she laughed and said," You two are so full of yourselves. Why don't you talk about something else? Why do you have to cry? Alright, you two can continue talking about the revolutionary history. I have to go home and wash my clothes!"”Before he finished speaking, he had already arrived at the courtyard.
Tong Ling saw that the cabbages were already dry, so she took out a vegetable board and placed it beside the pot. Then, she began to chop the dumpling stuffing. After chopping up the dumpling filling, he squeezed out the water with gauze and kneaded it into two small vegetable balls. Then, he took out the meat filling and placed the small vegetable balls into the bowl of meat filling. He took out a pair of chopsticks and stirred them in the bowl for a long time. He smelled them with his nose and felt that they tasted good. Only then did he bring the bowl into the house.
Tong Ling found a piece of old plastic cloth and laid it on the edge of the Kang. Then, she kneaded the dough. The dough had been awake for quite some time, so naturally, it would save a lot of effort to rub it.
Seeing Tong Ling busy herself, Ma Xiaohui's mother also went to wash her hands. Tong Ling was afraid that Ma Xiaohui's mother would be tired, so she refused to let her do it.
Ma Xiaohui's mother was also worried that Tong Ling would be tired and would have to start making dumplings. The two of them saw that neither of them could persuade the other, so they could only start making dumplings together.
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