Walking Dead: Fight Till Dawn

Parents always value other people's evaluations of their children. My compliment obviously made Sister Yang very happy. She smiled lovingly and touched the girl's head and said to me: "Mei Mei is sensible. I already knew it two days ago. It’s a pity to help me with work, and don’t cause me trouble on weekdays..."

"What a pity?" I asked.

"It's a pity that it's not a boy." Sister Yang said this sentence very quickly. I heard her tone was not serious, and only treated as if she was joking casually, and then said: "If the boy can't tell you to be naughty It makes you worry about it, as I said, it’s better to be a girl, little padded jacket, caring..."

While talking, I didn't wait for Sister Yang to answer, suddenly I remembered my little darlings at home. How long has it been since I saw them? Although they are very accustomed to taking care of their grandparents with such a large family, but this time their parents left at the same time for so long, they will definitely get angry, and they don't know how their parents will explain to them.

Suddenly I thought of the child, and the next conversation with Sister Yang didn't bother me at all. The whole thoughts of the whole person had been floating on the child for a long time.

Sister Yang is a very considerate person. Seeing that I was suddenly lost, she didn't say much. She made a cup of hot tea and put it on the table and got up and took the child to cook.

Later, Meimei came to call me timidly, and I saw that Sister Yang under the eaves had already brought lunch to the table.

The table seems to be a hand-made wooden table, very small and exquisite. Looking at the delicious dishes on it, I temporarily put all the unpleasantness behind me, picked up the bowl and ate two large bowls of rice in a row before stopping. Down.

Sister Yang was very gentle in eating, and when I stopped, she smiled and said, "I'm really hungry."

After taking a sip of the soup, I touched my belly and said to Sister Yang: "It's cool, I haven't eaten it for a long time, Sister Yang, your craftsmanship is really good."

In the next few days, Sister Yang didn't ask me too many things, but kept observing my physical condition every day. I was relieved to see that it was indeed getting better every day.

In the past few days, I have also gotten acquainted with the rest of the neighbors around me, but the person who makes me most comfortable is Sister Yang. Although the other people are also very kind and amiable, I have to say that Sister Yang is right. I really admire the seriousness and meticulousness of life.

The same is life, with such a simple yard, Sister Yang can live in such a neat, full and clean life.

Every morning at about seven o'clock, Sister Yang will get up on time, and occasionally snooze for ten to twenty minutes, but unless it is rainy, Sister Yang will go to the yard and shake her arms and legs while waiting for the water to boil. Wash your face and brush your teeth.

When she was clean and tidy, she began to prepare breakfast. In the process of preparing breakfast, she had time to clean the yard. When Meimei and I got up and washed our faces and had dinner, she cleaned up the dishes. After chopsticks and the kitchen, I started to clean the rooms. In the afternoon, I washed clothes and cleaned up the vegetables. I wanted to help every day, but every time I helped, it seemed to get more and more messy. Without me, Sister Yang would be able to do it alone. Many agile.

And the thing I do the most every day is to clean up the room I slept in, and watch Mei Mei read and read by the way.

Gradually, the neighbors also sent their children over for me to watch.

For a while, my place became a temporary small school.

At the beginning, all the children were as difficult to manage as the devil king, but after two or three days of work, under my coercion and lure, they all changed a lot. Originally, children are very educated, as long as parents don’t mess around Intervene, in their eyes the teacher is the most sacred person in the world.

It's just that although they have become very polite to me, they have big problems with each other.

They are obviously playmates and friends with each other, but after a few days of observation, I have clearly discovered that among them, boys not only do not have the slightest humility and politeness towards girls, but are always used to the same toe height. It’s irritating and naughty to bully them. The most important thing is that I find that boys always call on the girls when they have something to do. Although they are all trivial things, this problem is very serious for children. .

Because of this, I didn't teach them that afternoon, but told a philosophical story that I made up. It probably meant to teach them that boys should be polite to girls, which is a manifestation of demeanor and self-cultivation.

But after all, they are all people who have not lived in a normal world. They all seem to understand what I said. Before I finished my words, a boy named Xiaopang stood up and said to me plausibly:" Teacher He, but my father said that girls should work for men. What else can they do if they don't?"

I was a little surprised to hear this: "Your father told you this?"

"Yeah, if you don't believe me, ask Xiaodouzi if their family said the same."

Seeing the other boys nodding their heads and the girls hanging their heads silently, I realized that many of the educational concepts that these children have been exposed to for a long time are wrong.

After thinking for a while, I pulled the bench to be among them, and asked Xiaopang: "It’s wrong for your father to tell you that. Think about it, everyone, no matter boys or girls, we all have parents, all from childhood Growing up as an adult, why should girls work for others? They are the same as you."

"It's not the same." Xiao Gang interrupted me anxiously, as if he had heard some kind of erroneous point of view, eager to refute: "Girls don't have the strength, they just know to cry. If there is a walking dead, of course they are all men. To protect them, we are much better than them."

My face became serious: "Is this what your father told you?"

"No."

"Who said that?"

"My mother."

That day, I educate the boys all afternoon, no matter what they understood or not, I told them to go back early. Sister Yang had just collected the clothes to be dried and saw sitting in the corridor when she went into the yard. I was in a daze, came over and asked: "What's the matter?"

Seeing Sister Yang’s smiling face that was brighter than before, I shook my head, pulled out a smile and changed the subject: "What is so happy?"

Upon hearing this, Sister Yang was stunned: "What are you happy about... What can I do to be happy?"

"Don't hide it, there is a lot of laughter on your face."

After hearing what I said, Sister Yang touched her face a little embarrassedly, and after a while she whispered to me, "Papa Meimei, they will be back tonight."

"Papa Meimei?" I was stunned. I haven't seen a man here for a few days, and I almost forgot their existence.

Regarding the whereabouts of the men here, I knew it a few days ago. Men go out together for about a week every month, bringing back some useful things or hunting meat from the outside as much as possible, otherwise it is the big river. In short, Yu will not come back empty-handed, it can only be said that it is a question of how much.

After Sister Yang cleaned up the house quickly, she changed into a clean dress, took her apron, and greeted me to go out with her to Sister Sun's house.

On the way, Sister Yang told me that Sister Sun’s man is the leader here. Every time the men come back from the outside, every household brings their own good dishes to his house and prepares a large table for them. The men who came back after a hard week to eat.

Naturally, I didn't expect or be curious about those men at all, but I was excited all the way at the thought of having a large table of delicious food.

But I obviously didn’t understand their ‘custom’ for entertaining men...

When it was getting dark that night, there was a loud voice of cheering children from outside, and then about a dozen or so dark-skinned, tall or short men walked in from outside.

They didn't bring back much, but it didn't affect the happiness of women and children when they saw them.

I watched their respective wives step up to greet their own man, and felt warm in my heart. In this world, every meeting really seemed precious.

But this touch didn't last long before it was completely stiff.

After a brief warmth, all the men came to the table one after another. I looked at the remaining empty seats and wondered how there are so many people crowded. Sister Yang pulled me aside and said, "Sister, if you are hungry, go to the kitchen. Drink a bowl of rice tea mat."

"What about you guys?"

"We are all serving tonight. Those who don't eat, you are a guest, not the same."

I was a little surprised: "Serving? They are all grown-ups, so what else are they taking care of? Are you all sitting down to eat?"

After hearing what I said, Sister Yang looked at me strangely. After a while, she probably realized that I was not the person here, so she explained again with a good temper: "Women here don't eat at the table."

"Then you are hungry tonight?"

"No, no, after a while they finished eating, we just took two bites of the rest of the dishes and it ended."

"You eat the leftovers?" Now I can't understand it even more: "The food you worked so hard to cook, why do you eat the leftovers?"

"They have been working so hard for so many days. When we come back this first day, let's wait for them. We eat and drink every day, and there is nothing short of a meal."

"..." Listening to Sister Yang saying this, and looking at the slightly blamed look on her face, I wonder if there is a problem with my thinking?

I didn’t drink rice tea, and didn’t want to wait for the leftovers. I really can’t see the boys being hugged to the table by the fathers one after another. The girls are all around, including Meimei, who can only watch them enviously while eating. Just go home and go to bed first.

Speaking to Sister Yang, it was already dark when she left Sister Sun's house.

When I walked to the door, I looked back and sighed heavily. As a result, a soft female voice suddenly came from the darkness outside the door: "Is this so you can't stand it?"

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