Changping Village.
At the entrance of the Luo family compound, Yang Huamei and Dabai, mother and son, were chatting.
"Get in here!"
"I won't come in!"
"Didn't you tell me well when you came here? If you broke the account book yourself, go and explain it to your sister Qing'er."
Yang Huamei put one hand on her hips and held on to Dabai's arm with the other.
Dabai held the basic account books in both hands, but his feet were like nails nailed to the door of Luo's courtyard. He leaned back with his nose pouted, refusing to move forward.
"Why don't you go in? Go in!" Yang Huamei tugged and pulled and pulled, and even twisted Dabai's arm hard.
Dabai's arms were thick and he didn't care at all about Yang Huamei's twisting.
"I won't go, I'm afraid Sister Qing'er will beat me."
"You have to go if you're afraid. You'll have to bear the consequences of your own troubles."
"I can't afford it, I'm afraid."
"Afraid of your size, afraid that you would dare to fight with the account book? Come in!"
"Mom, I'm begging you, I won't fight anymore, let's go home..." Seeing that hardness was too much, Dabai switched to softness and begged for mercy pitifully to Yang Huamei.
Yang Huamei was determined to let Dabai learn a lesson. No matter how much Dabai begged, he would not let go.
Seeing that she refused to eat, Dabai rolled his eyes and suddenly pointed at the far door and shouted: "Sister Qing'er!"
When Yang Huamei turned around, he pushed Yang Huamei away and turned around and ran away.
Yang Huamei was pushed to the ground, and her tailbone just hit a raised stone. The pain was so painful that her face turned pale and she couldn't get up.
"You little bastard, come back here..."
Dabai ran for a while and turned around to see Yang Huamei still sitting on the ground.
Dabai hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and threw all the account books in his hand on the ground, "Mom, you forced me. If I don't return to this family, you will treat me as your son..."
"What?"
Yang Huamei was stunned for a moment. Before she could recover, Dabai had already run away along the road.
Yang Huamei was anxious, struggled to get up from the ground, and went to pat the Luo family's courtyard door.
Blacksmith Luo went to the fish pond early in the morning to feed the fish, Yang Ruoqing was in the backyard instructing Baby Luo on how to kick and punch, and Wang Cuilian was busy cooking breakfast.
As soon as a jar of boiling water was boiled and brought to the front hall, she heard a knock on the door. Wang Cuilian hurriedly opened the courtyard door, and Yang Huamei rushed in.
If not for Wang Cuilian's support, Yang Huamei would have fallen to the ground.
"Meier, what's wrong with you?"
"Sister-in-law, are Brother Blacksmith and Qing'er here?"
"Your blacksmith brother went to the fish pond early in the morning, Qing'er is here..."
"Where is it? Sister-in-law, please hurry up and call Qing'er for me. I have something important to see her."
Soon, Yang Ruoqing hurried to the front yard, where Yang Huamei was limping out of the yard door and heading towards the main road.
"aunt."
Yang Ruoqing shouted and chased after him.
Before she could ask her why she was walking like this, Yang Huamei grabbed her hand.
"Qing'er, hurry up, help me chase Dabai back, he ran towards the main road."
"Chasing him? Why is he running?"
Yang Ruoqing was confused.
Luo Baobao followed him out of the yard. Seeing his own account books thrown all over the floor, Luo Baobao rushed over and picked up the account books one by one, carefully blowing off the dust on them and holding them in his arms.
"Auntie, what's going on with this account book? Why is it dirty and torn? And why did you throw the account book on the ground?"
Luo Baobao didn't care who the other party was. She only recognized that this was her mother's treasured account book. She spent many nights sitting under the lamp reading page after page, reluctant to break anything.
Yang Huamei had been running away so nervously that she didn't even bother to pick up the account books. Now being questioned by Luo Baobao in person, her face turned red and she felt very ashamed.
"I'm sorry, it was that brat Dabai who threw it..."
Yang Huamei's eyes were red and she said a few words that the account books were damaged in the fight between Big White and Little Black last night. She was escorted to apologize early this morning, but ended up running away at the door.
Luo Baobao stomped his feet angrily, "I've never seen such an irresponsible person. Mom, keep the account books and I'll go get him back!"
Yang Ruoqing grabbed Luo Baobao: "No need to chase."
Luo Baobao's eyes widened in surprise. Catching up with him was not the point. The point was that her hands were itchy and she wanted to beat him.
Yang Ruoqing patted Luo Baobao's hand to calm her down, then turned around and said to Yang Huamei: "Aunt, it's not that I won't help you chase her, but it's pointless to chase her back. I don't want to waste my energy."
"Ah?" Yang Huamei thought she heard wrongly.
Yang Ruoqing took another look at the account books Luo Baobao held in his hand, "If I'm not wrong, he hasn't even read half of these account books, right?"
Yang Huamei pursed her lips, with a guilty look in her eyes and an apologetic look on her face. She could only nod her head: "Just, I just watched a little more than half of it..."
She hesitated and said no more. Only she knew the real situation. Not to mention that there were more than one book, not even half of it.
While Yang Huamei was hesitating, Yang Ruoqing and Luo Baobao exchanged a tacit look.
Obviously, Yang Huamei was lying, but neither mother nor daughter exposed it.
Yang Ruoqing said expressionlessly: "He only read a little more than one book in a month. Obviously he is not interested in the accounting department. Auntie, it's not sweet to force yourself. I have taken back the accounting books, and I will not hold accountable the damage. Now, if you go back and find him, give him a message for me, telling him not to be afraid, I don’t blame him."
After saying this, Yang Ruoqing put her arms around Baobao Luo's shoulders, and the couple turned and returned to the yard.
Yang Huamei was left standing alone at the door of the yard, looking at the still running figure in the distance on the road, in a dilemma.
Finally, she stamped her feet and ran after Dabai.
Luo Baobao looked away, "My aunt went to chase cousin Dabai by herself."
"Um."
"Mom, why didn't you let me chase him just now? I still want to catch him and beat him up!" Luo Baobao clenched his fist and waved it.
"Haha, do you really want to beat him up?"
"Who doesn't want to beat him? Bingbing wants to beat him too. Cousin Dabai has a face that needs to be beaten." Luo Baobao said without any pressure, shouting one cousin at a time, but this generational gap has never given up. She causes no psychological burden.
In the words of Lao Yangtou, this is also a film about a lawless girl, just follow her mother!
Yang Ruoqing patted Luo Baobao on the shoulder: "You don't need to take action, just let him run away. If he goes outside and is beaten by society, he will naturally understand what he should do and what he shouldn't do."
"But my aunt has gone to chase her. What will she do if she catches her later?"
"Don't worry, your aunt can't catch up with someone who wants to run away."
A prophecy.
Yang Huamei had obviously been staring at Dabai's back, not letting him escape her sight.
However, when she came to chase him, she found that she couldn't catch up.
