The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 914 The Grass Snake
"What can the fifth grandma of the Zheng family do?"

Xie Zhifei quietly raised his eyes and looked at the billowing black clouds above his head.

“Be able to dress up beautifully and appear in front of the world;
Being able to walk around various aristocratic families, enjoy flowers today and attend a banquet tomorrow;

She can make her brothers, sisters-in-law, relatives and friends envious of her colorful high-class life. "

"You're so fucking shallow!"

An inappropriate voice came out.

No one can say this except Li Buyan!
Xie Zhifei didn't even raise his head, looked deeply at the person in the coffin, and continued:
"Huaiyou, don't think that my mother, who has been studying for several years and is a talented woman, doesn't like beautiful clothes, compliments from others, and the envy of the world.

She cares.

Not only do I care about it, but I am also a little obsessed with it.

There is only one Shen Duruo in this world, but there are countless worldly women like Mom.

My mother married into the Zheng family and enjoyed the good life of the fifth grandmother of the Zheng family for more than a year. However, because of your arrival, this life came to an abrupt end.

The dignified fifth grandma of the Zheng family can't even leave the house. Who can she show her beautiful clothes to? Who can she show her beautiful makeup to?

The Zheng family has banquets every year during the Dragon Boat Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival. The banquets are full of guests and there are actors singing.

Every day like this, my mother would stand at the door of the courtyard, stretching her neck and listening quietly to what was going on outside.

She stood there for an hour or two, with envy on her face and in her eyes. No matter how hard her father tried to persuade her, she had to wait until the excitement outside had dissipated before she reluctantly returned to her room.

What was she thinking about during these two hours?
She must be thinking that if she showed up at the banquet with her twin children at this time, how many people would look at her with envy.

"One child gives birth to two children, and both children are born. Grandma Wu is so lucky!" '

'Grandma Wu's outfit looks great! '

'The twins are so good and obedient! '

"Lao Wu and his wife look very affectionate, and they look like a perfect match!"

Xie Zhifei smiled bitterly.

"Huaiyou, in fact, mother is such a superficial, vain woman who likes to be seen.

You see, as the fifth grandma of the Zheng family, it is reasonable for her not to want to see you. "

After saying that, he slowly squatted down, placed his long fingers on the pale girl's cheek, and gently rubbed it.

"Huaiyou, the first two points just make my mother hate you. What really makes her hate you is your little head and the face on your head.

As mentioned before, my mother is well-read and literate, and she is a talented girl from a hundred miles away. Her handwriting is very beautiful on silk, and her father even praised her.

You still remember that one year on your father's birthday, your mother specially wrote the Chinese character "hundred years of age" in order to celebrate your father's birthday.

One hundred years of life, written in one hundred kinds of fonts.

Dad looked at the Chinese character "Hundred Years Old" and looked at Mom with eyes so soft that his eyes could overflow with tears. Before it got dark, Dad left us two siblings alone and put his arms around Mom and entered the room.

The long night is long, you have nothing to do, and you even want to write a [-]th birthday to your father.

Wherever you wrote the word "hundred years of life", you clearly drew a picture of "hundred years of life".

One hundred Chinese characters for "longevity" are integrated into one picture. Looking from a distance, the picture is just one big Chinese character for "longevity".

When you presented the [-]-year-old picture to Dad, the light in Dad's eyes burst out in an instant, and I could see it clearly from the side.

Dad stood up from the chair excitedly and asked what made you think of it?
You shrugged and said disapprovingly: "Just thinking about it, I thought, Dad, do I write well?"

It’s more than beautiful!
This ingenious thought alone is astonishing. Mom's "hundreds of years old" character is just a sequence of arranging the characters for "longevity" one by one.

In addition to your ingenuity, as a person who doesn't know how to write, I also feel that your handwriting is better than my mother's.

I asked my father, what’s so good about my sister’s handwriting?Dad said your calligraphy is spiritual. "

Xie Zhifei shook his head gently.

"Huaiyou, do you know what mother's face looked like when dad said you had spiritual energy?

Mother glanced at my father coldly, then turned around and went back to the room. From then on, she never picked up a pen and wrote a word to my father again.Because you compared her to that.

Do you still remember the nine-link ring in your hand?

My father originally bought it for my mother to pass the time. After tinkering with it for half a month, she still couldn’t get it out, so she got so angry that she threw the nine-ring ring to me.

I didn't play with this, so I gave it to you casually.

You sat alone on the bamboo chair, first tilted your head and looked at it for a while, and then in three or two strokes, you untied the nine links in less than a cup of tea.

After solving it, you ask: Dad, is there a more complicated nine-link chain?

Dad looked at you blankly for a long time and sighed sincerely: Dragon begets dragon, phoenix begets phoenix, and the son of mouse can make holes.

With just this sentence, my mother ignored my father for half a month.

At the time, I didn’t know why my mother was so angry. Now I understand that with the words “a mouse’s son can dig holes”, my mother thought that my father was looking down on her and the Zhao family.

Huaiyou, how old were you then?

Four years old?

Or five years old?

Your crushing intelligence is a sigh to Dad, and unmatched to me, but to Mom, it turns into jealousy.

The reason why my mother fell in my father's eyes back then was because she was smarter and more talented than ordinary girls.

But that intelligence and talent are not enough compared to you, Huaiyou.

This is like what?
Just like your mother knows a few tricks, but you have shown signs of being a peerless master at a young age.

Are you willing, mother?

All her beautiful halo in front of her father has been destroyed by you one by one. Of course she is not willing to accept it.

Is she jealous?

Dad's praises and gazes on her are now on your head, and she is so jealous!

Especially with a stupid brother like me by your side, my mother will be even more jealous when compared with you.

In order to protect your identity, my grandfather and father did not allow my mother to have another child, so I, my son, became my only hope for the rest of my life.

How much my mother hopes that I can stand out and be able to speak for her.

But what is reality?
The reality is that I get a headache when I read a book, and my hands feel sore when I write, let alone those articles and poems.

Comparing one person to another makes you angry;

Compare things and throw them away.

Mom, how do you feel when you see your father praising you for being good here and there, and scolding me for being bad here and there every day?
Her proud son, her hope for the rest of her life, was easily outshone by you. Day by day, month by month, the jealousy slowly fermented, and finally fermented into hatred bit by bit. .

I hate God for making you so smart;

I hate you for making her son so stupid.

She hates that she is no better than you in everything. "

The past passed by like the wind, and the bits and pieces of eight years were pieced together again. Xie Zhifei only thought of one sentence:

The gray line of grass and snakes, the veins lying thousands of miles away, one drink and one peck, could it be predestined.

They are all traceable!
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Today's two chapters are even later because I was not satisfied with the first version of Chapter 2, so I rewrote another version.

From the third master's point of view, if you lean a little to the left or a little to the right, the results will be completely different. This is the main reason why I have been stuck recently.

It’s difficult for Third Master!

(End of this chapter)