Zhou Mo covered the back of his head and looked at the man and woman in front of him in a trance.

This man is the "good" uncle of her family who sold her to a bachelor in the mountains as a daughter-in-law.

The older woman was her faceless "good" grandmother.

And this young woman who cried heartbreakingly, clutching a box and not letting go, was her mother.

But her mother was not so young, and she had died suddenly from overwork two months ago.

This must be an illusion!

They seemed to be grabbing the box, they kept changing their mouths, their limbs collided frequently, and their emotions seemed very excited.

But Zhou Mo couldn't hear any sound at all, and his ears were full of "buzzing" roars.

Zhou Mo's body swayed from side to side, the hand covering the back of her head was warm and greasy, she put her hand down, raised it in front of her and looked at it, the bright red color pierced into her eyes.

She thought, she should be dead. The strength of this mountain person is really great, and with a stick down, she can knock her brain melon seeds into flowers.

Regret it? No, she doesn't regret it. Do it all over again, and she's still going to run.

She shouldn't have been tied up with rope in a dark, damp house as a fertility tool. She was admitted to the university and saved enough tuition for the first school year, she should go to school happily with the notice to be worthy of her mother who was dragged to death by her.

She also promised her mother to go back to her hometown for her mother to have a look, and to say "I'm sorry" for her grandparents.

She can't do it, she's going to die.

Many white dots suddenly appeared in the picture in Zhou Mo's eyes, and these white dots became more and more, and quickly spread the entire picture, and then, as if someone had suddenly turned off the lights in the middle of the night, a darkness struck, instantly driving away the white light......

Zhou Mo fell down softly.

The three people who were scrambling paused and glanced briefly at Zhou Mo's side.

Under the light, the corner of a pointed table stained with bright red blood stood out.

Yang Xiaoyan finally let go of the urn in her hand and pounced on Zhou Mo.

"Xiaomo, what's wrong with you, Xiaomo......"

Zhou Qingmin was stunned for a moment, he just thought that this little cub was in the way, so he pushed it casually, why was she so inch, hitting the corner of the table?

Of course, he pushed the matter, and he would not admit it.

He rolled his eyes, said "bah", and said to Yang Xiaoyan: "What else can I do, you must be patronizing and robbing my brother's urn and hitting her!" As he spoke, he rubbed his ribs that were hurt by Yang Xiaoyan's elbow.

This unlucky girl, so thin that he doesn't have any flesh, this bone is so thin that he can poke people to death, he was pushed a few times, and he was about to die of pain.

"Xiaomo, I'm sorry, mom is sorry for you, you must not have another accident, I'll take you to the hospital......"

Yang Xiaoyan really thought that she had pushed Zhou Mo down, crying and saying sorry, while picking up Zhou Mo from the ground, turning around and running towards the community hospital.

Zhou Qingmin looked at Yang Xiaoyan's back, and said to Mrs. Wang with some worry: "Mom, you said that this little cub won't die like this, right?" ”

Mrs. Wang put the urn in her hand on the offering table, stared at the black and white photos of her younger son, and scolded angrily: "It's all dead and clean!" ”

Mrs. Wang also loved her youngest son Zhou Qingjun, but later the disappointment became deeper and deeper, and she no longer loved her.

She finally trained a college student, but she was a painter.

Not to mention that learning to paint costs money, it is not easy to find a job after graduation.

The picture he drew was pretty good, but it wouldn't sell for money! What's the use of painting something that can't be sold for money, no matter how beautiful you are?

As soon as other people's college students graduate and come out to find a job, the salary is tens of thousands of dollars a month, but he is good, he carries a sketchpad around every day, and hooks up with a foreigner who doesn't want money to come back.

I don't want to think about it, what kind of good goods can be without money? Just that fox like look, and casually go home with a man, can there be no man before?

said innocently that she was born a money-loser, and she was so angry that she never came to his door easily in the past ten years......

Zhou Qingmin hurriedly reminded Mrs. Wang and said, "Mom, this little cub can't die, have you forgotten our plan?" I have to hold her and let Yang Xiaoyan pay off her debts! ”

Wang Pozi thought of the huge debt that Yang Xiaoyan was about to repay, praised Zhou Qingmin with a smile, and said, "It's still my eldest son who is smart enough to come up with such a solution." ”

Zhou Qingmin said proudly: "This is called 'coercing the Son of Heaven to order the princes', with this little cub here, she Yang Xiaoyan has to obediently repay her debts and obediently give us a lifetime of work." ”

Zhou Qingmin thought for a while, and then said, "Mom, my brother has been dead for seven days, so we should take out those two things, right?" ”

Mrs. Wang pondered for a while, and said: "You can't be in a hurry, you have to come step by step, you didn't see the dead fox spirit who was going to die or live, and cried every day holding an urn, as if he couldn't live without Qingjun."

If she takes out both things at once, she can't stand the blow, what if she really wants to die? When the money is gone, let's not talk about it, we will have to feed her a money-losing goods for nothing.

Tomorrow I will take out the will first, and get the house done in advance. Only after this house is done, your ruthless mother-in-law will come back with my eldest grandson!

I warn you, if you dare to gamble on this house in the future, I'll cut off your fingers! ”

Zhou Qingmin touched his nose and promised: "Mom, don't worry, if I gamble again in the future, you don't have to be busy, I will cut off all my fingers and fry them in oil to serve you as a snack!" ”

Mrs. Wang glanced at him and said, "What's the use of guaranteeing light, you swear to me." ”

Zhou Qingmin turned his head sideways, why did his mother look like his mother-in-law, so he had to swear.

Guarantees are useless, swear is useful?

Anyway, since he was a child, he has made a lot of poisonous oaths, and none of them have worked.

thought so, but Zhou Qingmin still raised his finger in front of Mrs. Wang, and swore to the sky solemnly.

"If I gamble again in the future, I will let me thunder and thunder, and I will not die well!"

Mrs. Wang was relieved, then pointed to the black-and-white photo, and said to Zhou Qingmin seriously: "Son, it's not that my mother wants to force you to swear poison, my mother is afraid."

You see, I worked so hard to get your brother out, hoping that he would be a good man, but he only had time to earn the house under his feet before he died of stomach cancer.

As for you, I spent more than 2 million yuan to buy you a house and marry a daughter-in-law, but you lost the house, and the daughter-in-law ran away with the child.

I almost ended up empty! I'm old and can't make any money, if you gamble again in the future, how can I expect you to provide for me?

Now I will force your brother to leave the house to you before he dies, and when I get rid of that vixen, you will go and bring back my daughter-in-law and eldest grandson, and we will live a good life as a family......"

Mrs. Wang has a good plan for herself and her eldest son, and she firmly believes that as long as the eldest son changes, their family will usher in a beautiful and harmonious life.

As for Yang Xiaoyan, the little daughter-in-law who just died of her husband, and the little granddaughter who was hit and bled out, she didn't care at all.

Mrs. Wang pointed to Zhou Qingjun's urn and said to Zhou Qingmin: "Didn't you say that it is unlucky to put this ash at home, while the fox spirit is not there, you can quickly take it out and scatter it." ”

Zhou Qingmin looked at the dark night outside, and then looked at Zhou Qingjun's black-and-white photos, shrank in his heart, flipped the photo over, and said dryly: "Let's wait for dawn, this is the ...... in the middle of the night."

In the community hospital, Zhou Mo's head was stitched several times. The wound was painful, but she grinned at Yang Xiaoyan, and she shed tears with a smile.

It's good that she's reborn!