#1114 Ancient Farming (1)
"Big Qiao, even if I beg you, for the sake of the old man, don't make trouble anymore, and live with Jinghe."
"Dad knows that you didn't want to marry him back then, but this has already happened. You two have been together for more than two years...cough, cough..."
Before the old man could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a tickling in his throat.
"Cough cough... Da Qiao, your mother is gone, you are the only one left in your family, why not just make do with it?"
"At least... at least Dad, please, please leave a way for their father and son to live, can you?"
When Su Qiao was conscious, he found himself copying his hands and leaning against a dirt wall very rudely.
On the simple wooden bed facing him, the half-white-haired old man in Tsing Yi was looking at himself pleadingly.
The eyes are cloudy, the spirit is lethargic, and there is a sense of death, as if the strength to speak is almost gone.
【Little Sier, is this my father? 】
And... Big Joe?
this name.
She really... knelt down.
[This is your man's father, who is getting old and suffering from the cold and is about to die. 】
Su Qiao: [It's just a cold, is there such an easy death? 】
[You have emptied the Qi family's money. Those who have no money and no food have to work if they are not full. When they are old and have no medicine, can they not die? 】
Su Qiao: [Why does it sound like... I'm an asshole? 】
444: You are not a bastard, who is a bastard?
[This world is a bit strange, in short, you should save him first. 】
"Dad, don't beg her, she can leave if she wants to. I won't stay. I just hope she won't harm the family again."
It's better to go, this scourge is gone, maybe their life will be better.
The voice is clear and clear, like a clear spring hitting a jade, but with a subdued depression.
Su Qiao turned her head, only to realize that the open door had a tall man standing with her back to the sun.
The blue robe that had been washed white had a long black cloth tied around his waist, his black hair hung down behind his back, and he casually tied his hair into a bun with a wooden hairpin on the top of his head.
A face carved like a knife, with sword brows and star eyes, with a deep outline...
It was the dozen or so brown pockmarks on the cheeks that affected the overall appearance.
When Su Qiao looked over, she instantly met a pair of peach eyes that were cold and stern with disgust.
Su Joseph shrank, touched his nose and turned his eyes quickly.
The next second, he met behind him, a little guy of four or five years old who was leaning against the door frame of the earthen wall, and quietly probed inside.
When the little guy saw her, he retracted his neck in a panic, his face full of fear.
Su Qiao: "..."
How did she feel like a heinous bully to the family?
"Cough cough... Jinghe, what are you talking about?"
"You've already married her, she's gone, leaving your father and son behind, does that make sense?"
"How will your father and son live in the future? The spittle stars can drown you."
The old man was so anxious to sit up on the edge of the bed, but he couldn't sit up, and fell back to the bed weakly again, and finally he could only look at Su Qiao again with pleading eyes:
"Da Qiao, don't listen to his nonsense. He is a knife-mouthed tofu-hearted man, and he doesn't know how to speak, but in fact he has a good heart and is the most sincere to you."
"As for Xiaoyue..."
The turbid gaze fell on the bony little figure outside the door, and the old man's eyes contained a touch of sadness:
"Dad also knows that you don't like this child, and Daddy doesn't ask you to treat him like your own son, but at least... at least save his life, okay?"
"Although Xiaoyue is only five years old, he is very sensible, he doesn't eat much, and he can help the family with work. You can let him do anything you want."
"If you feel unhappy in your heart, scold him a few times, beat him a few times, and you can let out your anger.
Just like raising a kitten or a puppy, you don't have to be too precise, just give it a stutter. "