Strange Tales of the Ghosts

When a natural disaster strikes, landlords will complain that there is no food left, let alone ordinary people. Even if they have food at home, they should save it to prevent other unlucky things from happening, so that their families will not be left in trouble. Naturally, the old man No food was borrowed. The sun hung fiercely in the sky, making the ground white. The old man held a steamed bun in his hand and returned home feeling uneasy. As soon as she entered the courtyard, the old woman came out, her eyes gleaming with expectation.

"How's it going? Old man, have you got the food?"

"..." The old man said nothing and handed a steamed bun to his wife. "Eat it, my second daughter gave it to me."

"how…"

"Don't ask, it's a bad time now and everyone is having a hard time." The old man shook his head and didn't want to say anything more. He felt so uncomfortable in his heart. His wife had been with him for decades and never had a good day. Now, Can't even eat.

The old woman looked at the steamed bun in her hand, tears welling up in her eyes. A steamed bun is just a steamed bun. Maybe one steamed bun, one year, one person, nothing, but the old woman knew that this was her husband's silent love for her. Some love is In this way, there was no sound, no unnecessary words, just a silent movement and a look, which was a portion of the heart. The old woman was reluctant to eat it, so she broke it in half and gave half to the old man.

"You should eat too. You've been tired from going up the mountain all morning. Are you starving?"

"...You eat, you eat, I have eaten." The old man's eyes flickered, and he felt a little guilty. He ate before his wife, and he felt sorry for her.

The old woman didn't believe it and said with a straight face: "If you don't eat it, I won't eat it either."

"I've really eaten it." The old man's voice became louder.

At this time, the lazy girl heard the voices outside in the house and came out. Her sharp eyes immediately spotted the two pieces of steamed buns in her mother's hands. Without any explanation, she rushed up and snatched both pieces away, and said dissatisfied. : "Okay, you two can eat all the delicious food without giving it to me."

"..." The old man wanted to explain, but for some reason, his heart ached. He looked at the disappointment in his wife's eyes, shook his head and squatted in the yard, letting the sun bake his back.

The lazy girl finished the steamed buns in a few seconds without wiping her mouth after eating. She went back to her room with an unhappy look on her face. When she closed the door, she yelled very loudly: "I knew I was definitely not your biological child." Otherwise, you would never treat me like this."

"You..." The old woman was so angry that she couldn't speak. How could any child in the world speak to his mother like this? She was pregnant for ten months and risked her life just to give birth to a daughter who actually said such hurtful words. Tears flowed down the old woman's face, moistening the wrinkles on her face. There were only a few white eyebrows. Time had taken everything away. Seeing that she could not live for more than a few years, she could not let go. My daughter is treating me like this, I can’t understand it, I can’t understand it.

That night, I don't know whether she was hungry or something else. The old woman tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. Her tears wet the pillow made of straw. The boss was filial and said that he would let her live there, but she didn't go. The second brother felt sorry for herself and let herself go. She lived there in the past, but she didn't go there either, but the third child couldn't let go. She was such a lazy girl, and she didn't know what evil she had done in her previous life. The strange thing is that this night, the old man didn't make any sound. How could the old man who was always easily awakened be indifferent when he heard his wife's cry...