Chapter 22: Misunderstandings Give Rise to Malice

  The old woman walking in front of Qing Lan felt that there was no response from behind, turned her head to look, the dustpan was on the ground, the things in the dustpan were scattered all over the floor, and Qing Lan had already run out of the yard with flying legs.

  "Lan Lan, where are you going?"

  Qing Lan had just run out of the yard and was about to rush towards Bai Cui Fen's house when she suddenly heard a shout behind her.

  It's Liu Xiu Zhen.

  Standing behind Qing Lan on the road, holding a bunch of Shanghai green vegetables that had been pickled and were now limp, staring blankly at Qing Lan.

  "Mother!" Qing Lan shifted her feet slightly, tugging at the hem of her clothes, "Father... he's worried about him..." Qing Lan's voice was like a buzzing mosquito, occasionally glancing up at Liu Xiu Zhen.

  "Let him go, it's better if he dies, best to kill him with one knife, and solve two problems at once." Liu Xiu Zhen said through gritted teeth.

  "But..." Qing Lan's hands grasped the hem of her clothes, her body retreating backwards.

  She still wants to go to Baituifen's house to see what's going on! How could her usually good-tempered father argue with Shaojie and make him so angry.

  "He's just started to have a slightly better attitude towards me, don't let something happen again and make him go back to the way he was before." Qing Lan thought to herself.

  This year, Qing Lan was only ten years old and had not experienced any love or hate. She didn't know that human emotions can sometimes be accumulated and added up, especially the spark of hatred. Once it is extinguished, if it is ignited again, it will be even more profound and intense, and last longer.

  Qing Lan took small steps back, unaware of someone approaching her from behind.

  That man wore a light blue half-old cotton-padded jacket and light blue trousers, but on such a cold day, he still had his jacket unbuttoned.

  The man hung his head low, his spirit somewhat dejected, as if deep in thought. Therefore, he didn't notice the little girl walking backwards in front of him.

  Suddenly Qing Lan's body collided with that person's body, and her heel just happened to step on that person's foot.

  "What are you doing?" The man raised his head and asked in surprise.

  Qing Lan turned around in a fluster, like a startled little deer, looking at the person behind her with terror.

  "Ah, Father!" She raised her eyes and was surprised to see Qing Sheng. Qing Lan couldn't help but feel a bit annoyed, "You..."

  Seeing Ah Fu safe and sound, Qing Lan stomped her foot in anger, glared at him with wide eyes, turned around and stormed into the courtyard, not even looking at Liu Xiu Ying who was standing by the wall of the courtyard. The small figure blinked and rushed into the house.

  As she entered the house, Qing Lan saw that her grandmother had already set out her bowl and chopsticks. Her grandmother got up from the table and asked urgently, "Lan Lan, where did you go? I just heard a commotion outside, and you ran out for a while and disappeared. What happened in the village? You're just a child, what business do you have joining in the excitement? Come, hurry up and eat your meal before going to school, it's all cold."

  Qing Lan puffed out her cheeks, glanced at Ah Po, and ignored her. All that was heard was a loud bang as Qing Lan rushed into her own room and slammed the door shut.

  At this time, Qing Sheng and Liu Xiu Zhen walked in one after the other, one looking dispirited, the other with a face full of mockery and anger.

  "What's wrong with Lanlan? She was fine when she came back from school, but suddenly someone made her angry, and now she won't even eat dinner, locking herself in her room."

  The old woman's eyes were fixed on Qing Lian, who was standing behind Liu Xiu Zhen. Usually, it was either her or Jia Wei who liked to provoke Qing Lian into anger, but now that Jia Wei was not at home, who else could it be?

  "Don't look at me." Liu Xiu Zhen took a step forward and entered the house, pointing at Qing Sheng and said with a hint of schadenfreude: "Ask him, is it her good father who made him angry?" Liu Xiu coldly smiled. Autumn swing

  "What's wrong with you, Tree? Why did you make Linlin angry?" The old woman's voice immediately became soft and gentle.

  "I..." The green tree stood silently, staring at Grandma, with a haggard face. Suddenly, she quickly walked to a chair and sat down, clapping her hands on her knees, lowering her head, and sighing, "Ah!" Then shook her head again, and didn't make another sound.

  The old woman looked at Liu Xiu Zhen with pleading eyes again.

  Liu Xizhen walked out with a sullen face, went in and out by herself, warmed up the leftover rice, didn't greet anyone, and sat down at the table to eat on her own.

  "Your father is still upstairs, and you don't care? You just eat by yourself?" Grandma shouted loudly at Liu Xiu Zhen.

  A few days ago, Liu Dezhou was doing something on the mountain and accidentally fell and fractured his right leg. He has been lying in the bedroom upstairs ever since.

  Liu Xiuzhen flipped her eyelid and gave a cold glance at Qing Sheng, then went into the kitchen to add rice and deliver it to Liu Dezhou.

  The old lady looked at Qing Sheng helplessly, then went to knock on Qing Lan's door and called her out for dinner. "Lan Lan, come out and eat, you still have school this afternoon!"

  Qing Lan was sitting on the bed, silently shedding tears. When she heard her grandmother calling her to eat, she suddenly came to her senses. She still had class in the afternoon! She also needed to eat early and go to the bridgehead to wait for Shao Jie's school.

  Thinking of this, Qing Lan jumped out of bed, her eyes rolling around in a circle, she pulled at the hem of her clothes, opened the door, with both hands behind her back, head held high, walking with an official gait, a proud smile on her face, swaying with each step as she walked out.

  Seeing her expression, Ah Po looked at Qing Sheng with suspicion. What tune was she singing?

  The green tree was stared at by Grandma and raised its head, following Grandma's gaze towards Qinglan.

  Qing Lan sat down at the table with a pleased expression on her face, swaying gently.

  "Granny, where's my meal?" Qing Lan called out.

  "Oh." Seeing Qing Lan was fine, Grandma was overjoyed and hastily ran to the dinner table, handing a bowl of rice to Qing Lan, "Good granddaughter, eat."

  "I'm not your granddaughter, okay? Liu Jiawei is your grandson, I'm your niece." Qing Lan retorted.

  "Oh, oh, oh, okay, granddaughter, granddaughter." The old lady nodded hastily in agreement.

  Because Jia Wei had the surname Liu, she was surnamed Qing. When she was a child, people in the village said that she did not have the surname Liu and deliberately teased her, saying that she was not a person from Liu Village and could not live in Liu Village. She then went back to her grandmother's house, but her grandmother didn't know how to answer her, so she said that she was the granddaughter of Liu Village.

  Later, whenever villagers said she was not a person from Liujiacun, she would say that she was the granddaughter of Liujiacun and could live in Liujiacun.

  At this time, Qing Lan brought out this joke, wanting to cover up the sadness in her heart after crying just now.

  At the same time, she wanted to tell her father that she didn't know what had just happened and that she hadn't been unhappy earlier.

  Or maybe her unhappiness just now was not because of him.

  When Liu Xiu Zhen came down from upstairs, Qing Lan had already started eating happily.

  Liu Xiuzhen came down and Auntie started preparing dinner. Qing Sheng also moved a chair to sit down at the dinner table.

  Under the cover of green mist, the Qing Shu family finally calmed down and started having lunch.

  However, the An Shaojie family did not calm down for the entire afternoon. The old woman walking in front of Qing Lan felt that there was no response from behind, turned her head to look, and saw that the dustpan was on the ground, the things in the dustpan were scattered all over the floor, and Qing Lan had already run out of the yard with flying legs.

  "Lanlan, where are you going?"

  Qing Lan had just run out of the yard and was about to rush towards Bai Cuifen's home when she suddenly heard a shout behind her.

  It's Liu Xiu Zhen.

  Standing behind Qing Lan on the road, holding a bunch of Shanghai green bok choy that had been air-dried to a limp state, staring blankly at Qing Lan.

  "Mother!" Qing Lan shifted her feet slightly, tugging at the hem of her clothes, "Father... he's worried about him..." Qing Lan's voice was like a buzzing mosquito, occasionally glancing up at Liu Xiu Zhen.

  "Let him go, it's better if he dies, best to kill him with one knife and solve two problems at once." Liu Xiu Zhen said through gritted teeth.

  "But..." Qing Lan's hands grasped the hem of her clothes, her body retreating backwards.

  She still wants to go to Baituifen's house to see what's going on. How could her usually good-tempered father argue with Shaojie and make him so angry?

  "He's just started to have a slightly better attitude towards me, don't let something happen again and make him go back to the way he was before." Qing Lan thought to herself.

  This year, Qing Lan was only ten years old and had not experienced any love or hate. She didn't know that human emotions can sometimes be accumulated and added up, especially the spark of hatred. Once it is extinguished, if it is ignited again, it will be even more profound and intense, and last longer.

  Qing Lan took small steps backward, unaware of someone approaching her from behind.

  That man wore a light blue half-old cotton-padded jacket and light blue trousers, but on such a cold day, he still had his jacket unbuttoned.

  The man hung his head and was somewhat depressed in spirit, as if thinking about something, so he didn't notice that there was a little girl in front of him, walking backwards.

  Suddenly Qing Lan's body collided with that person's body, and her heel just happened to step on that person's foot.

  "What are you doing?" The man raised his head and asked in surprise.

  Qing Lan turned around in a fluster, like a startled little deer, looking at the person behind her with terror.

  "Ah, Father!" She raised her eyes and saw that it was Qing Sheng, Qing Lan couldn't help but feel a bit annoyed, "You..."

  Seeing Ah Fu safe and sound, Qing Lan stomped her foot in anger, glared at him with wide eyes, turned around and stormed into the courtyard, not even looking at Liu Xiu Ying who was standing by the wall of the courtyard. The small figure blinked and rushed into the house.

  As she entered the house, Qing Lan saw that her grandmother had already set out her bowl and chopsticks. Her grandmother got up from the table and asked urgently, "Lan Lan, where did you go? I just heard a commotion outside, and you ran out for a while and disappeared. What happened in the village? You're just a child, what business do you have joining in the excitement? Come, hurry up and eat your meal before going to school, it's all cold now."

  Qing Lan puffed out her cheeks, glanced at Ah Po, and ignored her. All that was heard was a loud bang as Qing Lan rushed into her own room and slammed the door shut.

  At this time, Qing Sheng and Liu Xiu Zhen walked in one after the other, one looking dispirited, the other with a face full of mockery and anger.

  "What's wrong with Lanlan? She was fine when she came back from school, but suddenly someone made her angry, and now she won't even eat dinner, locking herself in her room."

  The old woman's eyes were fixed on Qinglan, who was standing behind Liu Xiu Zhen. Usually, it was either her or Jia Wei who liked to provoke Qinglan into anger, but with Jia Wei not at home now, who else could it be?

  "Don't look at me." Liu Xiu Zhen took a step forward into the house, pointing at Qing Sheng and said with a hint of schadenfreude: "Ask him, is it her good father who provoked his anger?" Liu Xiu coldly smiled. The Queen of Qingshi was not easy to bully.

  "What's wrong with you, Tree? Why did you make Linlin angry?" The old woman's voice immediately became soft and gentle.

  "I..." The green tree stared silently at Grandma, with a haggard face. Suddenly, she quickly walked to a chair and sat down, clapping her hands on her knees, lowering her head, and sighing, "Ah!" Then shook her head again, and didn't make another sound.

  The old woman looked at Liu Xiu Zhen with pleading eyes again.

  Liu Xizhen walked out with a sullen face, went in and out by herself, warmed up the leftover rice, didn't greet anyone, and sat down at the table to eat on her own.

  "Your father is still upstairs, and you don't care? You just eat by yourself?" Grandma shouted loudly at Liu Xiu Zhen.

  A few days ago, Liu Dezhou was doing something on the mountain and accidentally fell and broke his right leg. He has been lying in the bedroom upstairs ever since.

  Liu Xiuzhen flipped her eyelid and gave a cold glance at Qing Sheng before entering the kitchen to add rice and send it to Liu Dezhou.

  The old lady looked at Qing Sheng helplessly, then went to knock on Qing Lan's door and called her out for dinner. "Lan, come out and eat, you still have school this afternoon!"

  Qing Lan was sitting on the bed, silently shedding tears. When she heard her grandmother calling her to eat, she suddenly came to her senses. She still had class in the afternoon! She also needed to eat early and go to the bridgehead to wait for Shao Jie's school.

  Thinking of this, Qing Lan jumped out of bed, her eyes rolling around in a circle, she pulled at the hem of her clothes, opened the door, with both hands behind her back, head held high, walking with an official gait, a proud smile on her face, swaying with each step as she walked out.

  Seeing her expression, Ah Po looked at Qing Sheng with suspicion. What tune was she singing?

  The green trees were stared at by Grandma, and they lifted their heads, following Grandma's gaze towards the green ridge.

  Qing Lan sat down at the table with a pleased expression on her face, swaying gently.

  "Granny, where's my meal?" Qinglan called out.

  "Oh." Seeing Qing Lan was fine, Grandma was overjoyed and hastily ran to the dinner table, handing a bowl of rice to Qing Lan, "Good granddaughter, eat."

  "I'm not your granddaughter, okay? Liu Jiawei is your grandson, I'm your niece." Qing Lan retorted.

  "Oh, oh, oh, okay, granddaughter, granddaughter." The old lady nodded hastily in agreement.

  Because Jia Wei had the surname Liu, she was surnamed Qing. When she was young, people in the village said that she did not have the surname Liu and deliberately teased her, saying that she was not a person from Liu Village and could not live in Liu Village. She then went back to her grandmother's house, but her grandmother didn't know how to answer her, so she said that she was the granddaughter of Liu Village.

  Later, whenever villagers said she was not a person from Liujiacun, she would say that she was the granddaughter of Liujiacun and could live in Liujiacun.

  At this time, Qing Lan brought out this joke, wanting to cover up the sadness in her heart after crying just now.

  At the same time, she wanted to tell her father that she didn't know what had just happened and that she hadn't been unhappy earlier.

  Or maybe her unhappiness just now was not because of him.

  When Liu Xiu Zhen came down from upstairs, Qing Lan had already started eating happily.

  Liu Xizhen came down and Auntie started preparing dinner. Qing Sheng also moved a chair to sit down at the dinner table.

  Under the cover of green mist, the Qing Shu family finally calmed down and started having lunch.

  But in An Shaojie's home, the whole afternoon was not calm.

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