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少爷的三个女人 Chapter I(12)

Xing thinking vague medicines back, the clothes were wet with rain, to buy two packets of drugs failed to wet a little. Thinking vague into the room, the two packets of drugs down and changed his raiment. Hu Minxiu mirror child slowly remover, "Where?" Thinking vague Road: "You kicked the mother whooped pain, I buy some medicine to drink boil to mother." Hu Minxiu said: "flower pin How much money. thinking vague straight out of ten copper. Hu Minxiu furious, "spendthrift, good raise I know to take my wife home money to you old fool your mother to buy medicine." Hu Minxiu picked up two packets of drugs thrown into the toilet, "want to be a dutiful son, picked up the boil to drink your mother." thinking vague desire to go out, Min show stopped by the door, "Do you dare to go out, this child will break you."

The old man house still light light secretly stuck. Xing aunt deep pain, to bite the clothes in the mouth, for fear the sound, look embarrassed. Xinglao Han tears, his hands grasped the hand of the Xing aunt the Enji her mother, the old man can not hack it apologies to you in this life so that you followed I by suffering, did not call you over one day on a good day. You must live a good next, we girl married to a good home, we go under the loess, and lives on the road better have a care. "Xing aunt eyes the tears of stagnation, the hands become cold. Xinglao Han tearful wifes eyes closed, "the baby her mother good to go ah."

The second day early in the morning. The Huen Yan wake up, the last child sad cry at night to sleep on the table, his eyes black. The Huen Yan hastily dressing, opened the door walking father Mothers room. The the Huen brilliant knock on the door: "Dad, Mum." The house they have no answer, she gently pushed the door opened was, Hanliaoliangsheng. To the house and saw to Huen Yan scared pale, and exclaimed: "Father, mother. Brother you Come, father hanged himself." The Huen Yan righting stool, the legs of the father put on a stool above, the exhaustion of the body all the forces hold the gas, the grief-stricken to pain crying. Xing thinking vague heard the cry, refused to wear the clothes and ran hastily from the room. Si Miao Xing off his old man, the old man has already dying. Yan Huen went to the mothers side, touch your mothers hand, cool, and then suffer the nostrils, has been off the air. "Mother, mother ..." Her heart was twisted to pieces, Huen Yan mournful cry.