It's not cold for Xiaoyu, but it's different for Zhang Xiaoli, who was driven out of the house all night. She has no shelter from the rain, so she has to go back to her mother's house in the heavy rain.

After walking for a long time, she couldn't see home and walked numbly on the path.

Think of her and that ungrateful person, devoid of conscience, stole the last rations of her family.

She just wanted to strangle herself. How could she do that?

But just like this, after she and that bastard went home, she didn't get a good look from her father-in-law and mother-in-law.

Not only can she eat a little and drink a little every day.

She has to work in the fields. She does all the fields of the whole family by herself. When she comes home, she has to be scolded as a chicken who can't lay eggs.

She endure, desperately endure, eat less, do more work, just to get everyone's favor.

But when she came home, she saw her husband and a widow in bed.

She spills, she cries, she goes to her parents in law to judge.

But her father-in-law and mother-in-law looked at her sarcastically: "you can't have a baby, don't you allow our son to find a life? Look at you

Old lady Feng pointed to Zhang Xiaoli, "where is your whole body worthy of our Feng Yu? You can't have a child or do a good job if you have no flesh.

I don't know how I was blind at the beginning and married you, the bereaved star! "

Zhang Xiaoli is crying loudly. Feng Yu on the bed is already dressed, but the romantic widow is still wrapped in the quilt they made when they got married. She refuses to get out of bed and watches the play with relish.

"I've paid so much for this family. I get up early and work late. I do all the work inside and outside the house. How can I serve your family so well?"

Zhang Xiaoli has a runny nose and a tearful cry.

"Bah, you did it? What you're doing is sleeping outside. When I don't know? I can't stay at home every night. It's comfortable to be served by a wild man, isn't it? "

Feng's wife doesn't choose words, and points to Zhang Xiaoli's nose with dirty words.

"I didn't, I didn't..." Zhang Xiaoli retorted, but no one listened to her.

She crawled forward and pulled Feng Yu's trouser legs, "Mr. Xiang, believe me, I really don't, I don't..."

Feng Yu kicked her away and sneered: "no? Don't you see how green my head is? "

Looking at helpless lying on the ground crying Zhang Xiaoli, continue to stimulate her indifference.

"I would have kicked you out of the house if you hadn't been able to do some work in the field."

"You..." Zhang Xiaoli looked at the man who had been sweet to her in disbelief. She didn't know that she was like this in his eyes.

"What are you? If you don't go to work soon, I'm tired of watching you! There's no interest at all, just like a dead pig... "

Zhang Xiaoli stares at him, turns around and leaves the house.

But no one came out to chase her. They all laughed and thought that she was a dispensable person.

Zhang Xiaoli weeps all the way to her mother's home, and later becomes numb.

I don't know how long she walked. She finally saw her newly built tile roofed house. When she came to the gate, she fell down with exhaustion. "Dad, mom..."

Weak and weak shout a, coma past!

Xiaoyu is playing with little grape in bed. Little grape suddenly stops and looks out the door on guard.

"Squeak..."

Anxious to turn in the bed circle, from time to time low hum "squeak..."