Yang Huamei just smiled and nodded lightly, otherwise she lowered her head and took a few sips of tea.
Anyway, Yang Huamei really didn't dare to think about Xiao Hei's marriage.
I have no confidence in my son...
Without responsibility and ability, even if a blind man marries his daughter, wouldn't that be a waste of time for his daughter? Why bother?
"I'm not in a hurry, let's see what happens to him!" Yang Huamei said a few words absentmindedly, drank the tea in the bowl and stood up to leave.
At night, Yang Huamei took the eldest Sun to sleep, while Tan was still walking around on the floor, mumbling, and couldn't hear what he was saying, but he didn't stop for a moment.
"Mom, what have you been talking about all night? I didn't understand a word." Yang Huamei asked curiously.
Tan said: "I say mine, you sleep with yours and leave me alone!"
Yang Huamei smiled helplessly and then put the child to sleep.
Yang Huamei and the child fell asleep, and Mrs. Tan also went to bed.
After a while, she got down to the ground again, hunched over and groping around the door and window, still mumbling.
After a while, she returned to bed.
Turning sideways, staring out the window.
It was windy outside tonight, and the moonlight faded for a while. Tan vaguely heard footsteps outside. She pricked up her ears, then got down to the window, opened it and looked out...
It seemed that someone on patrol at night passed by and was still talking.
As the sound gradually faded away, Tan breathed a sigh of relief and returned to bed.
Yang Huamei got up in the middle of the night to relieve herself, and Mrs. Tan immediately sat up and held up the lamp in her hand to illuminate Yang Huamei.
Yang Huamei rubbed her eyes and saw Mrs. Tan's look, "Mom, are you still not asleep?"
Ms. Tan said: "I'm sleeping. You pee quickly. After peeing, go to bed as soon as possible."
"Oh." Yang Huamei was so sleepy that she finished removing her hands in a daze, then checked on the child. After covering the child with a quilt, she fell down and fell asleep again.
Mrs. Tan breathed a sigh of relief, lying on the edge of the bed and looking out the window without blinking.
Fortunately, the old girl was in a deep sleep, otherwise she would have noticed it, and Mrs. Tan was secretly lucky.
She didn't dare to tell her old daughter about her worries. Anyway, she just couldn't sleep, so she would have to bear whatever happened.
After all, Tan couldn't stand it any longer, and her eyelids gradually became heavy. Just when she was about to fall asleep, she suddenly opened her eyes.
The room was dim, and there was a soybean oil lamp on the table in front of the bed.
Mrs. Tan took off the quilt, got off the bed lightly, then came behind the window, quietly, gently, and slowly pushed the window out to open a gap...
"Mom!"
Tan screamed and the window fell down with a loud bang.
Yang Huamei was frightened by the noise and sat up suddenly. She subconsciously went to see her eldest grandson.
The eldest grandson was still sleeping soundly beside him, but my mother, Mrs. Tan, was not seen at the end of the bed.
"Mother? Mother?"
Yang Huamei looked around and found Tan on the ground under the window.
Tan was wearing sleeping clothes and sitting on the cold ground. One foot was wearing a shoe and the other was bare.
With his back to Yang Huamei, he remained motionless.
"Mother, mother, why are you sitting on the floor?" Yang Huamei exclaimed, running barefoot out of bed and running towards Tan without even bothering to put on her shoes.
She came to Tan's side and supported Tan, but found that Tan's body was stiff, his face was pale, and his eyes were staring out the window.
Yang Huamei shook several times, but Mrs. Tan didn't respond. Her eyes seemed to be glued to the window.
Yang Huamei let go of Tan and stood up and slowly approached the window.
Just when her hand was holding the edge of the window, Tan woke up from a dream and shouted: "Meier, don't move!"
The previously stiff body suddenly turned into a small cannonball, ejected from the ground, rushed up and hugged Yang Huamei from behind.
Yang Huamei was startled by Tan's action and screamed.
"Mom, what are you doing so suddenly at night?"
Her voice was mixed with fear, blame and blame.
Tan's face was still livid, and she hugged Yang Huamei's waist tightly and backed away, repeating one sentence in her mouth: "Don't open the window, don't open it, don't open it..."
Mrs. Tan dragged Yang Huamei back to the bed before letting go. She grabbed the scissors in the sewing basket next to her and held them in her hands. She guarded Yang Huamei and stared at the window outside. Her thin and short body was stretched like a bow. .
"Mom, what's going on? What's going on?"
Yang Huamei was still questioning Tan. To be honest, she was not afraid of anything else but was frightened by Tan's series of reactions.
"Don't ask, don't ask!"
Mrs. Tan still had her back to Yang Huamei, staring at the window warily, as if facing a formidable enemy.
"mother!"
"I told you not to ask, so just don't ask!"
Tan suddenly growled.
Yang Huamei was stunned.
Mom, what's going on? What's going on? What is there outside the window?
"Sleep, go to sleep quickly!"
Mrs. Tan urged Yang Huamei again. Seeing that Yang Huamei was still sitting on the edge of the bed without moving, Ms. Tan pushed Yang Huamei with the hand that was not holding the scissors.
"Go back to bed quickly. No matter what you hear or see, don't get up. Do you hear me?" She scolded Yang Huamei again in a deep voice.
How could Yang Huamei have the intention to lie down?
But she was frightened by Tan's aura and didn't dare to ask any more questions. She could only sit stiffly on the edge of the bed, looking back and forth at Tan and the window opposite, anxious, confused and confused.
I don't know how long time passed, but Tan family has maintained this stalemate.
Yang Huamei didn't go to bed either. She was freezing to death. She pulled the quilt over her legs and found that Tan didn't have any shoes on her feet.
"Mom, it won't be a problem if this goes on. Why don't you put on some clothes and a pair of shoes!"
Yang Huamei said in a low voice.
Mrs. Tan was also very cold and stood there shaking all over.
"Mom, let me light all the lights on the table!" Yang Huamei just stood up, but was pushed back hard by Mrs. Tan.
"Don't move. I told you to get on the bed. Why are you disobedient?"
Tan's strength was surprisingly strong, his voice was extremely urgent, and the expression on his face was even more ferocious.
Yang Huamei was frightened, her mind went blank, and she just lay back on the bed.
Mrs. Tan grabbed the quilt and covered Yang Huamei, even covering her head.
"Don't be afraid, mother is here and protecting you!"
With a trembling voice, Tan put down the tent again and looked straight at the window.
Yang Huamei quietly pulled her head out of the quilt and breathed heavily.
The tent became even darker, and the eldest grandson in the bed was sleeping soundly.
Outside the window, Mrs. Tan's shadow casts on the tent, swaying slightly, and the north wind whistling outside the window. I don't know if she was infected by this atmosphere and derived a delusion. Yang Huamei always felt like something was tapping on the door and window.
