Yang family

Back home, Yang Xiaotao looked calm on the face, but his heart was filled with ups and downs.

It's not enough to just listen to what the deaf old lady says.

Especially the threat in the words, no one has dared to say that for many years.

Silly Zhu, who threatened him last time, was not only beaten to the point of being speechless, but his background was also wiped out.

A good hand of cards was beaten to pieces, and when people in the courtyard saw it, no one dared to challenge him face to face.

But now, this old woman can threaten him because she is old and not afraid of death?

joke.

If he wanted her to die, Yang Xiaotao had many ways to do it, and it wouldn't involve him.

However, if he kills her when there is just a conflict, it will inevitably make people angry.

Even if others don't tell you, there will still be some estrangement in your heart.

Yang Xiaotao would not be so stupid as to leave a narrow-minded impression on the people in the courtyard.

Ran Qiuye came over with a glass of water to drink.

"Today, something is wrong with the guy in the backyard."

Yang Xiaotao took a sip from the water glass and was a little surprised.

Seeing this, Ran Qiuye expressed his inner thoughts.

"The deaf old lady used to give people the impression that she was a good lady. She said she was deaf, but she didn't mean to be deaf at all!"

"She just turned a deaf ear to what she didn't want to hear."

"She knew very well in her heart that she would not push forward. Just last time, even if you, Silly Zhu, suffered a loss, she just let Silly Zhu leave on his back to avoid the conflict from expanding. But today, the deaf old lady seems to have changed.

Like a person."

Yang Xiaotao frowned and felt that something was wrong with the deaf old lady. Although she had disliked them before and even made some sarcastic remarks, this kind of hostility had never appeared before.

"Could it be that you know you don't have much time, so you don't have any worries?"

Yang Xiaotao guessed, but Ran Qiuye shook his head.

"That's why it's strange."

Ran Qiuye sat aside, stroking his belly with his hand.

"There is a saying that even when a person is about to die, his words are good. These words are telling the truth. How can you not think about future generations?"

"She was so kind to Si Zhu, she even left her house to Si Zhu. This is not an exaggeration when talking about her own grandson."

"so…"

"So, if she wants Silly Zhu to live well in this courtyard, she must not offend others. In other words, she should avoid conflicts instead of creating conflicts like today!"

After Yang Xiaotao finished speaking for Ran Qiuye, his eyes became deep.

Unexpectedly before, now that Ran Qiuye mentioned it, Yang Xiaotao also realized that something was wrong with the deaf old lady.

Especially the hostility shown recently, as if he suddenly left.

recent?

It can be said that what happened recently is not trivial, but what left a deep impression on Yang Xiaotao was the last explosion!

Enemy~special!

A familiar word came to Yang Xiaotao's mind.

I didn't think about it before, but now it seems that I was deceived by the other person's age.

The enemy~te! will also grow old.

"You're right, this is a bit strange."

Yang Xiaotao did not reveal his guess, he just comforted Ran Qiuye and had a good rest at home and left the other matters to him.

Soon, the two went to bed to rest.

And as Ran Qiuye's steady breathing came, Yang Xiaotao suddenly opened his eyes.

After a while, Xiaowei appeared in the backyard and disappeared into the deaf old lady's house in a flash.

Yang Xiaotao will not touch the deaf old lady these two days, but will always pay attention to her.

In the middle of the night, Xiaowei lay on the window sill, always paying attention to what was going on in the house.

The master told me to always pay attention to this person's every move.

My little eyes looked at the person on the bed in the dark night, with the moonlight shining on my body and absorbing the energy in the moonlight.

Just when Xiaowei felt bored and wanted to practice her unique skill of flying needles to skewer mosquitoes, the person on the bed suddenly moved.

The deaf old lady was lying on the bed and her eyes suddenly opened.

I lay down for half the night and ate something, and now I feel better.

Looking at the familiar environment, she did not turn on the light. Instead, she used the moonlight to slowly walk down the familiar environment at home.

One step at a time, two steps at a time, walk to the side and stop accurately.

When I came to the small box, after groping for a while, I found a black button, looked at it for a while, and then buttoned it at the bottom of my clothes.

This thing has been around for many years and I thought I would never use it.

But with the current situation, she couldn't guarantee that an accident would happen.

And once an accident occurs, in order to ensure the safety of the little butterfly, she must

He patted the button, then continued to touch it, and took out the group photo.

This is the only photo of her and the little butterfly.

Back then, in order to keep a souvenir, they took the risk of violating the rules and left a picture of the three of them together.

And it was this photo that became her talisman.

It now appears that the original request was correct.

Unfortunately, they woke up too late.

However, if this photo is destroyed, when she dies, no one will know what the little butterfly looks like.

Holding the photo, the deaf old lady turned around and walked towards the stove.

On the windowsill, a group of black dots moved rapidly and silently in the dark night.

One step, two steps.

In the darkness, the deaf old lady closed her eyes and walked forward entirely relying on the route she remembered.

When she came to the stove, the deaf old lady rubbed the photo with her hands, and all the worries in her heart turned into reluctance.

After a long while, I reached out to find the matchbox and placed the photo on the pot stand.

Then he took out a match and tried it with his finger. The big end was at the bottom.

Cha

Cha Cha

It may be that the fire has not been lit for a long time, the matches are a little damp, and there are no sparks.

The deaf old lady threw away the match and took out another one.

Cha~~

This time, the match was lit, a puff of black smoke came out, and then a yellow flame lit up.

The deaf old lady had a smile on her face, but for a second her eyes widened.

The photo is missing.

Frowning her brows, the deaf old lady leaned over to search. The match burned to the end and her fingers felt hot even without realizing it.

No.

Cha

The fire lights up again and then goes out~

Chachacha~~

The sound of friction kept coming, the fire light came on and then went out again and again, and the deaf old lady looked down.

At this moment, the deaf old lady seemed to be in a daze. Although the electric light was right in front of her, she struck matches one after another until all the matches in the box were struck, leaving match heads all over the floor and nothing else.

It's as if that photo has never appeared, but it actually exists.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! When the last bit of firelight dissipated, the pale old deaf lady could no longer hold on, howled miserably, and fell to the ground.

Next door, Xu Damao was beaten so badly by Silly Zhu that he could not sleep in pain. At this time, he only felt someone howling, but he was too lazy to pay attention.
To be continued...