Chapter 1932 The eccentric mother who treats her adopted son harshly (3)

   Xiangjia's old house is half of this.

   There are two houses. The bedroom is where the He family couple and their son He Xiangming are sleeping, and the other smaller room is where Mrs. He, which is Grandma He, is sleeping.

   He Xiangjin lives in the living room.

There is a small bed in the small living room, which is made of several wooden boards. In such a rural area, there is no mosquito net. When there are many mosquitoes at night, especially in summer, He Xiangjin is harassed by mosquitoes. , I can't sleep well at night. Every morning I get up, there will be a lot of mosquito bites on my hands, feet, and face.

The    package is so densely packed that it makes one's arms tremble just looking at it. The children who didn't like him very much were even more reluctant to play with him.

   Later, when there were many mosquitoes, He Xiangjin buried himself in the quilt, and the whole person shrunk into the quilt like a shrimp.

  The countryside in summer is very hot, and Mrs. He is reluctant to let He Xiangjin turn on the fan at night. One can imagine how uncomfortable He Xiangjin is when he is stuffed in the quilt.

   Basically, after falling asleep in the quilt, he unconsciously lifted the quilt because of the sweltering heat, and then was besieged by mosquitoes again.

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  It always gets dark early in winter.

   When He Xiangjin arrived home, Mrs. He was not at home. He Xiangjin knew that in general, the latter would visit other people's houses.

  He Xiangjin breathed a sigh of relief. He put the firewood on the stove and began to prepare rice for cooking. I don't know when it started. He Xiangjin was responsible for the three meals a day at home.

   Of course, how much rice to put down and what to cook are all prepared by Mrs. He in advance.

   He couldn't place too much, otherwise he would be beaten, and of course he didn't have that chance, because the rice and other grains were all locked up by Mrs. He.

  When washing rice, his frostbitten hand touched the cold water, and the stinging pain at that moment made him gasp.

   He knew that his hands were frostbitten, but there was no medicine at home, so He Xiangjin could only wait for the winter to pass and his hands healed.

   He had asked his grandma before that he wanted to visit the barefoot doctor in the village, but was scolded back. The latter was scolded badly, and He Xiangjin never mentioned it again.

He Xiangjin didn't think about it any more. He quickly washed the rice, put it into a large pot and boiled it, and lit the firewood below. He sat in front of the stove and warmed himself by the temperature of the firewood burning inside. The light of the fire jumped, reflecting on his black and thin face, he seemed to remember something, his chapped lips pursed tightly, but his subordinates did not stop, picking vegetables skillfully.

  He Xiangjin thought while picking vegetables.

   Now is the beginning of December, and it is almost the end of the year, which means that there is still one month before the New Year.

   During the Chinese New Year, Mom and Dad will come back from other places. He Xiangjin plans to tell Mom and Dad about his schooling.

   He was very afraid, afraid that his parents would still refuse to agree.

   The boy bowed his head, and his long bangs covered the sadness in his eyes.

   After cooking the porridge, He Xiangjin stood on the small stool and cooked vegetables in front of the cauldron.

   After finishing everything, he closed the door and planned to call grandma back for dinner.

   This has always been a habit.

   He Xiangjin didn't know which house his grandmother went to, so he could only look from house to house.

  Fortunately, Mrs. He is not very popular because of her poor personality, and her relationship is so good that there are not many people who come to visit.

   Soon, He Xiangjin stopped at the door of a house.

   Mrs. He speaks very loudly, and the sound insulation of rooms in rural areas is not good. In addition, some people basically do not close the door at home, so the sound inside can easily drift outside.

   (end of this chapter)