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Chapter 618: The Threshold

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    Xi Le still couldn't hold back, and went to Song Yunqing's old house.

    She didn't come here often when she was a child, and her parents brought her over to have a meal with Song Yunqing during Chinese New Year. She vaguely remembered that her mother was more busy in the kitchen, and her grandma sat in the yard and chatted with her father about the housework.  She was playing on the side, listening with one ear and the other, always talking about her mother. She didn't know it at the time, but thinking about it now, it would never be a good word.  I heard from my grandmother that it was my father who begged for nothing to marry my mother, and my grandmother liked my mother very much, but I don't know why, once I got married, the original good feelings were gone, and the only thing left was opinions.  She once asked her mother, what kind of person did she think grandma was?  Mom said he was a poor man.

    Poor people must have something to hate, this is what my mother didn't finish in the second half.  Over the years, she paid money to grandma's card on time, but never mentioned her in front of her.  For her mother, Qingquan has many bad memories, which she doesn't want to mention, which may be the reason why she hasn't come back these years.  For this grandma, she was just fulfilling her promise to her father. After all, she was her father's mother, young and widowed, who raised her father by herself for him to study.  Because of this hard work, her parents always let her go when she made unreasonable troubles.

    Pushing open the wooden door that had been corroded beyond recognition by the wind and rain, she made an unpleasant creaking sound, and she stepped over the threshold. She remembered that she had fallen when she was a child because the threshold was too high.  Grandma stood far away, didn't come to help her, and complained about her, saying that girls are just useless, and they can't even cross a threshold.  She couldn't help looking at the threshold, thinking that even boys are prone to tripping, right?

    Dad likes to watch operas. When he was sick at home, he often tuned the TV to the opera channel, listened to the humming and chirping in it, and occasionally sang along, but he was always off tune.  When she stayed at home on Sunday, she watched it with him.  There is a play that I remember very clearly, called "Threshold Story".  It was about a rich lady falling in love with a poor scholar, but the old father disagreed, and the father and daughter had a falling out.  The daughter took a sickle and cut twice on the threshold of her father's house, and vowed that as long as the knife marks on the threshold did not disappear, she would not enter the door of her father's house.  Later, when her husband won the first prize, the old father-in-law naturally regretted it and wanted to reconcile with his daughter, but the two knife marks on the threshold reminded him of his unfeeling towards his daughter and his taunting of his son-in-law, and the old man couldn't hold back his face.  The servant at home thought of a way, wrapped the threshold with bamboo slices, and naturally covered the knife marks.  So everything seemed to have never happened, and the family reconciled as before.

    Opera always likes to have a happy ending, and my father also likes to watch such lively things, probably because it is too deserted to stay at home alone.  But at that time, although Xi Le was young, she felt that this kind of deceitful behavior was simply fooling the audience.  Isn't such a long piece of bamboo a more striking reminder of everything that has happened.  How could the daughter hold her husband's hand and cross the threshold as if nothing had happened?

    Xi Le walked across the yard, pushed open the door of the house, and the room was pitch black.  The glass on the window is covered with a thick layer of dust, and it has not been wiped for an unknown period of time.  The corner has already become the world of spiders, weaving one after another web with great joy.  I really doubt that I have entered the Pansi Cave.

    "Grandma, are you home?" Xi Le called.

    There was a coughing sound from the back room, Song Yunqing ran out staggeringly, grabbed the threshold of the room and stood in front of Xi Le, watching for a long time: "Xi Le, Xi Le, it's really you!"

    She came over and held her granddaughter's hand: "Did you come to see me? Did you really come to see me?"

    Xi Le didn't know what to say, she came here driven by curiosity, she didn't care much, so naturally it wasn't a visit.

    "Sit down!" She pulled Xi Le to sit on the chair.

    Xi Le saw that the chair was also covered with a thick layer of dust, and stood there refusing to sit.  I really don't know what she has done these years, the house she lives in every day can also be made like this.  The dust and cobwebs in this room, how can it be a room where people live?

    Song Yunqing also saw the dust on the chair, smiled awkwardly, grabbed one of his sleeves and wiped the chair roughly: "Okay, it's clean, sit down."

    Joy was pushed into the chair by her.

    "Do you want some tea?"

    Xi Le shook her head, looking at the situation, it doesn't matter if she doesn't drink the tea.

    But Song Yunqing didn't seem to see Xi Le shaking his head, so he took a hot water bottle, shook it, and found that there was no water in it.  "I'm going to boil some water," she said.

    Xi Le said: "I should boil some water and clean the house well."

    Song Yunqing was taken aback for a moment, then went to the kitchen.

    Xi Le found a rag, went to the yard, opened the manhole cover, and brought up a bucket of water.  A bottle of dishwashing liquid was found on the window sill, and the mold had invaded the entire body of the bottle.  She didn't hold out much hope, but when she picked it up, she found that there was still some dish soap in it.  ?I put the dish soap in the water and wiped the windows, tables and chairs.

    ? Song Yunqing came out with a water bottle, seeing Xi Le cleaning the tables and chairs earnestly, paying close attention to every tiny crack, she felt tears welling up in her eyes.  At the beginning, every time Yan Xi came to the house, he did the same thing, tidying up inside and out.  But she regards her diligence as a dislike for her poor cleaning and dirty house.

    She quickly took a water glass, washed it well, poured a glass of hot water and put it on the table: "Xi Le, come, drink some hot water."

    Xi Le raised her head: "I won't drink anymore."

    "I have washed the cup, it is very clean."

    "I'm not thirsty."

    "You've helped me clean up the house since you came here. You must be exhausted, right?" Song Yunqing walked up to her and said flatteringly, "I'm going to the street to buy vegetables, and you're having dinner at grandma's today."

    "No need. I came here without telling my grandmother, and I have to go back in a while."

    "Your grandmother won't let you come to see me?" Song Yunqing asked with a sob.

    Xi Le looked at her: "If you were my grandmother, would you allow me to come and see someone who wanted to beat her daughter to death?"

    Song Yunqing's heart skipped a beat, and he wiped away his tears: "Xi Le, you were young at that time, and you didn't understand many things. I put all my hopes on your father in my life. Once he died, I had nothing to hope for."  Yes. I was also in a hurry, so¡ª"

    Joy threw the rag into the bucket angrily.

    Song Yunqing looked at her and stepped back timidly.

    Xi Le looked at her, felt pitiful again, picked up the rag, wrung it dry, and poured a basin of muddy water that had already turned black into the yard.

    "The past is in the past. I just don't understand, why did you make it like this? Doesn't my mother send you money every month?"

    Song Yunqing smiled embarrassingly: "Your mother gave me money every month. But in the past few years, the price of goods has soared, and the money your mother gave is barely enough for food and clothing. I am alive, and there must be a relationship. Now  Whoever hosts weddings and funerals is not allowed to pay 1,200 yuan, so¡ª¡±

    "So, you lost your fortune to maintain your favor?"

    Song Yunqing didn't dare to look at his granddaughter. This child is just like her mother, so it's not easy to be fooled!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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