Mu Chuan Xiang Wan

Chapter 757 Fanwai 1 wanwan?late?
90s.

Jincheng.

The afterglow of the setting sun spilled a beam of light from the eaves, shining on the faces of a group of children after school...

The smiling face and the red scarf on the chest lined up together, innocent, romantic, and as delicate as flowers.

The people commuting to and from get off work on the street are riding bicycles, like a super huge team, driving mightily from one end of the city to the other end of the city.Busy yet leisurely.

Yan Chuan walked very slowly.

Follow behind a group of children.

Not far or near.

It was close enough to hear the screaming and yelling of a group of children.

And so far away that they didn't notice him.

After walking past the department store and passing through a small street full of teahouses, he arrived at his home.

This is the second ring of Jincheng.

The roar of large trucks covered the ground with dust on both sides of the road.

The most hurt by urban development is the environment. On the edge of the second ring road where Yan Chuan's home is located, there is a low-rise one-story house covered with dust inside and out, and the large fields behind it, the crops are not spared.If it does not rain for a few days, it loses its original verdant green color.

Yan Chuan's family is not local.

When he moved to Jincheng, he didn't know.

As far back as I can remember, my mother who speaks Mandarin has been at odds with the neighbors who speak Jincheng dialect.

After several years, my mother still hasn't learned to speak Jincheng dialect.

Yan Chuan speaks fluently, but he never speaks.

At school, because of his fair and pretty face and his fluent Mandarin, Yan Chuan was very attractive to female students at a young age, but boys hated him very much.I hate his good-looking face and his different temperament from them. He seems to be a person from another world. He has a kind of noble spirit in his bones, and he never "joins the ranks" of them - rolling hoops, throwing sandbags, Cockfighting, playing marbles, collecting cigarette cases... He never participated in these children's favorite entertainments, and was always excluded by them.

They gave Yan Chuan an annoying nickname - Little White Face.

In a child's world, this is already a great insult.

But this nickname disappeared after their leader was beaten up by Yan Chuan.

Since then, Yan Chuan has gained another nickname - White Faced Hades.

Yan Chuan is very good at fighting, since he was a child.

With countless times of only winning but not losing, I changed five kindergartens in three years.

Now in elementary school, I still keep the frequency of asking parents at least five times a semester.

Yan Chuan only fights, not scolding.

After each fight, he never told the teacher or his mother why he fought.

Not to mention telling his mother how unclean those children's mouths would be and how dirty they would scold him and his mother.

Yan Chuan is like a cool wind, isolated from them at the two ends of the world.

The talking and laughing children in front live very close to Yan Chuan's house, a row of bungalows that can be entered through a courtyard gate.

Like little chirping sparrows, they rushed in at the gate of the courtyard, and suddenly ran out together laughing, laughing at Yan Chuan who was hanging far behind.

"Yan Chuan, you have visitors!"

"Your wild father is looking for your mother again!"

"Hahaha……"

The children laughed maliciously and unscrupulously.

Yan Chuan stood outside the yard with his schoolbag on his back, his face was full of sunshine.

The small shadow is stretched very long by the setting sun.

After a while, he walked into the yard.

It was already winter, even though the setting sun tried its best to emit warm light, the air was still dry and cold, and the wind was blowing on the face, biting the bones.Yan Chuan lowered his head, looked at the closed door, and was about to raise his hand to push it, when the door opened.

A man came out in a hurry, and Yan Chuan bumped into his arms.

The man steadied himself and looked down at the beautiful little boy with a smile on his face.

"Are you Kawako?"

Yan Chuan was startled.

He had never seen this man.

Out of politeness, he nodded without speaking.

The man is handsome and has a warm smile.For a moment, Yan Chuan even hoped that those children's jokes were true - if this man was his father, it would be fine.Such a good-looking and tall man became his father, who else would dare to laugh at him?
"I'm your Uncle Bai."

Uncle Bai?
There was confusion in Yan Chuan's eyes.

Obviously, he had never heard of Uncle Bai.

The man looked at him, smiled slightly, took out a handful of candy from his pocket like a magic trick, and stuffed it into his hand.

"Here, take it and eat..."

Yan Chuan frowned and refused to take it.

"Hold it, good boy, take it quickly." The man urged again.

His tall body blocked the door, and Yan Chuan couldn't get in, with a look of embarrassment on his face.

"Chuanzi is back?" A voice came from the room, it was Yan Chuan's mother, Yan Ruoxiang.

She walked over, her face was flushed, her eyes were red, her hair was a bit messy, she didn't know what she had just experienced, and her mood was a little unstable. She sniffed and forced herself to look at her son and smiled, "Uncle Bai will give you candy, Why don't you say thank you sooner?"

Yan Chuan looked at his mother, and suddenly felt a little hostile in his heart.

"I do not want."

He shook his hand, and the sugar scattered all over the floor.

"Oh, you child..."

Yan Ruoxiang stretched out her finger to poke him.

He avoided it deftly, carried his schoolbag on his back without saying a word, and rushed into the door.

Yan Ruoxiang stared at him awkwardly, then looked hesitantly at the man at the door, "I made you laugh..."

Bai Zhenhua shook his head, picked up the candies scattered on the floor one by one, glanced at the room, stuffed them into Yan Ruoxiang's hand, and continued to take out from his pocket, "I bought this candy for Chuanzi, I just forgot, I only remembered it when I saw him, look at my memory. You take it, children love to eat sweets, so does my Xuanzi, his mother is always afraid that he will eat his teeth..."

Yan Ruoxiang mumbled, "Can you take it back to Xuanzi?"

Bai Zhenhua: "No need, no need. We have them all in the house. His grandma almost spoils him like a bully. Where is the lack of candy? It's you..." Bai Zhenhua glanced at the house, and a dark look appeared in his eyes.

"In a blink of an eye, Chuanzi has grown so big. You have been stubborn for so many years, so I won't persuade you. However, Wei Ji and I are close buddies. If you need anything, if it is not convenient to tell him, just tell him I."

Yan Ruoxiang lowered her head and looked at her toes, "I don't need anything. The current national policy is good, and the money I earn is enough to support Chuanzi and me..."

Bai Zhenhua sighed, "That's fine. I'll leave. You two take good care of yourselves."

Yan Ruoxiang held the candy, and embarrassed to keep it, "Why don't you stay for dinner?"

Bai Zhenhua: "It's too late. I'm catching a plane and haven't been back for a long time. Xuanzi is still waiting for me at home..."

Yan Ruoxiang hummed, "Then I won't keep you. That's..." She turned her head to look at the room, "Don't get angry with the child. The child is not sensible..."

"How can it be?" Bai Zhenhua smiled, "Go back. Get something delicious for Chuanzi."

……

The sound of the door reached Yan Chuan's ears.

He sat on the sofa, motionless, staring at the brand new big color TV.

And the chicken, fish, meat, eggs, milk on the table...

When I left home in the morning, I didn't have any of these things.

It was the man who brought it.

Yan Chuan's eyes were stained with moisture.

Yan Ruoxiang closed the door and came in, slightly taken aback, "Why don't you put down your schoolbag?"

Yan Chuan didn't speak.

Yan Ruoxiang walked up to him, followed his gaze to look at the color TV, and smiled again, "Didn't you always want to watch TV? Your Uncle Bai brought a color TV specially for you today. You can watch it a lot Cartoons, you don’t have to envy Xiaohu and the others from now on…”

"Why did he give me a color TV?"

The child looked up at his mother.

Yan Ruoxiang was taken aback, "She is my mother's friend."

The child opened his eyes wide and shook his head.

At this time, he still couldn't understand the adults' affairs.

But with his only knowledge of the word "friend", he felt strange.

Yan Chuan has never seen such a large color TV, even if it is displayed by a merchant selling electrical appliances in a department store, he has never seen such a good one.

There was a glimmer of hope in his dark eyes.

"Is he my father?"

Yan Ruoxiang was depressed.

With red eyes, she slowly sat beside her son.

"No."

"The one from last time, wasn't it?"

Yan Ruoxiang forced a smile on her face and pulled it down completely.

"No. What are you thinking about in your little head?"

She poked her son's head.

Yan Chuan tilted his head, his eyes still fixed on her.

"Why don't I have a father?"

"Didn't I say that? Your father..." Yan Ruoxiang swallowed, "He died of cancer."

"I do not believe."

The child is decisive.

"He died, why do people always send things to our house?"

Such a small child is no longer easy to deceive.

Looking at his stubborn little face, Yan Ruoxiang started to cry softly, covering his tired face with both hands, curled up, not daring to look into his son's eyes...

The child is at a loss.

He made mother cry again.

For a growing child, the cry of a mother is like a sharp knife, which can directly cut through his young heart, making his world dark, fearful, and full of unknown horrors...

"Mom...don't cry."

Yan Chuan put down his schoolbag, leaned closer with his small body, and gently placed his little hands on his mother's shoulders.

"I was wrong. Don't cry."

In Yan Chuan's memory, his mother loves to cry.

He almost grew up listening to his mother cry.

Sometimes, he wakes up in the middle of the night, the pillow is wet, and his mother's suppressed crying can always be heard in his ears, intermittently, until he falls asleep again amidst the crying, like a person who will never cry. The note that will end...

Whenever this time, he was at a loss.

At night, he can still pretend to sleep.

Now he can't pretend...

The child looked at his mother quietly, begging for forgiveness time and time again.

"Mom, I was wrong."

"Don't cry..."

"I will never ask again."

"Don't ask about Dad, and never ask again."

It was dark in the room.

Cool as water.

The crying made him sick.

"Mom..." Huo Hui looked at his mother's twitching shoulders, and slowly leaned his little head up, his little arms tightly wrapped around his mother, exhausting all his strength, like a puppy in need of care, his body was obviously shivering , but said pretending to be strong, "Dad is dead, you still have me. Don't cry."　
Yan Ruoxiang raised her tearful eyes and held her son's face in her hands.

His forehead was pressed against his, and tears fell like rain, but there was no cry other than sobbing.

The child was very happy that the mother finally stopped crying, and once again patted the mother's head affirmatively.

"Mom, wait for me to grow up. I will take care of you."

"Woo... good boy!"

Yan Ruoxiang couldn't bear it anymore and cried bitterly.

The child curled his lips and wanted to cry several times, but finally hugged his mother's head without making a sound.

Her voice did not cover up the voices in the yard.

I don't know which family slammed the door loudly, and the voices of several women were shrill and high-pitched, and the ears were full of ridicule.

"He's really good at hooking up people. One time, a man will give a bicycle, and another time a man will give a big color TV... Our yard looks like it's going to be lively. The business is very good."

"... She looks like a goblin, with a thin waist and round buttocks, and she catches men's eyes wherever she goes."

"Ha, I see your old Zhang, I often see him looking at that house."

"...People don't look down on my old Zhang, but your old Wu, he is a teacher of the people, a man of culture... I heard him say two days ago that his son is smart, and he wants to help him make up lessons for free. with..."

"Go to hell. Dream! Don't even think about it!"

"Look, you are so anxious, you, hurry up and give birth to a son for your old Wu, so he won't be distracted..."

The house is not soundproof.

Those women didn't even think about carrying a little wind on their backs.

They were unscrupulous, and their voices became louder and louder.

Mock, sarcasm, ridicule.

He was yelled at fiercely by his own man, but he still refused to restrain himself.

In the yard, there was a lot of laughter.

For them, the beautiful and noble-looking single "widow" is a scourge.We live together, and she is always muffled and does not socialize with others. She dresses up exquisitely and beautifully all day long, with a coquettish look, and it is clear that she is trying to hook up with the men of their family.However, the men in their family are not up to date, as if there are hooks growing out of their eyes, if there is nothing to do, look over there, even if you have to pour water for washing your feet, you have to walk a few more steps, look at the lamp in her house, wish you could touch it Go in and get some sleep...

Women are jealous.

Whether it's okay or not, I'm sure to find fault and scold a few words.

Yan Ruoxiang covered her son's ears.

"Don't listen, don't listen to them..."

"Yeah." The child nodded.

"Son, these are ignorant women, they talk nonsense..."

Yan Chuan nodded, cuddling up to his mother like a little rabbit, with red eyes, trying to force a smile, "Mom is pretty, they are jealous."

Yan Ruoxiang was startled, and there was a hint of sweetness in her wry smile.

"The daughter-in-law Chuanzi will find in the future will be prettier than her mother."

daughter in law……

There was a trace of shyness on the child's ignorant face.

At this time, there was another roar of laughter outside the door.

"Hey, the color TV delivery guy just left, and the coal delivery brother is here again."

Laugh out loud.

Yan Ruoxiang was taken aback when she heard the words, and hugged her son on the sofa. Just as she was about to see what happened, she heard a man's voice from outside.

"Xiaoyan, are you home?"

The voice was very thick, with a little honesty.

Obviously, he didn't understand what those women were laughing at.

The tension on Yan Ruoxiang's face relaxed again.

"Master Xiang? I'm here."

She opened the door and looked at the tricycle outside.

"Master Xiang, this is?"

The tricycle is full of briquettes.

Xiang Dayong smiled innocently, and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "I went home to buy coal, and I passed by here. I thought you said today that the coal at home is almost running out. No, I'll bring you some along the way."

Yan Ruoxiang hesitated: "This...Master Xiang, no need. I can have the coal delivery."

"Hey!" Xiang Dayong continued to smile, baring his white teeth, "The coal they sent is not the same price as the coal I fetched myself. Oh, don't be too polite. Anyway, it's by the way, and I'm not If you don’t take your money, you have to give it to me at the original price..."

Yan Ruoxiang rubbed her hands, "That's so embarrassing, I took advantage of you."

Xiang Dayong scratched his head and smiled bluntly, "We are colleagues, and it is our duty to help. Which one is not a bit difficult? Look at both of you, mother and child, and neither of you can do physical work. Come on, don't stand still , I'll help you move in first."

In this era, natural gas has not yet become popular.

Economical and applicable honeycomb is the preferred choice of ordinary residents.

Xiang Dayong instinctively felt that the dark briquettes had nothing to do with women.

Therefore, seeing that Yan Ruoxiang was about to come up to help, he quickly stopped him, laughed and said, "In our house, men do this kind of rough work. My daughter-in-law is very delicate, and I never let her do heavy work. Xiaoyan, Just go and sit over there, I'll be fine soon."

This man is really kind.

There is a good family, a good daughter-in-law.

Be righteous and enthusiastic.

It's the same in the company, whoever has something to do, he must be the one who runs the fastest.

Yan Ruoxiang was a little envious of his family, his wife.

"Then thank you, Master Xiang."

She backed away angrily.

"You're welcome, you're welcome."

Yan Ruoxiang opened the door wide open on purpose, so that a group of bored women who were knitting sweaters and peeping through shoe soles in the yard could see clearly what was going on inside the house...

Well-intentioned.

However, no one believed her innocence except her son.

Xiang Dayong is a straightforward man who doesn't understand women's delicate thoughts.

After he moved the coal, he wiped off his sweat and left without taking a sip of water.

Yan Ruoxiang quickly gave him the money, "Master Xiang, give me some, is it enough?"

Xiang Dayong didn't refuse, counted and put the money in his pocket.

"If there is any heavy work in the future, you can just say hello. If it is convenient for me, I will come to help you."

"Well, thank you in advance."

"Look how polite you are. Hehehehe!"

Yan Ruoxiang sent him to the door with a smile, glanced away, and suddenly saw the candy on the coffee table again.

It was left by Bai Zhenhua when he left just now, but Yan Chuan refused to take it, so she took it back and put it on the tray.The candies are imported from abroad, with beautiful packaging and words she can't read. This kind of high-end candy is hard to find in China.

She thought, ran back, grabbed a handful, chased it out, and stuffed it to Xiang Dayong.

"Take this candy back and give it to your family to eat at night."

When Xiang Dayong saw Tang, his eyes lit up.

Even if he hadn't seen it, he knew it was a good thing.

Thinking of his daughter, he had a bright face, but when he saw the sullen Yan Chuan, he still declined.

"No, no, no, help you with some work, just take your things, who am I? Hahaha, I can't take it, I can't take it. Xiaoyan, take it back quickly and give it to your family..."

"There are still some at home. Children can't eat too much sugar, take it, Master Xiang, if you don't accept it, how can I have the nerve to ask you for help in the future?"

Xiang Dayong hesitated for a moment.

In the end, there was no temptation to resist.

This is an era of scarcity.

In the palm of the woman Bai Shengsheng, the colorful candies seemed to be shining.

What shines in the light is the little look in her daughter Xiang Wan's expectant eyes.

"That's fine! I will thank you for my daughter."

"When you are free in the future, bring your children to play."

"Hey! Good!"

Xiang Dayong left.

Because of this brief warmth, Yan Ruoxiang fell into a happy mood.

In order not to misunderstand her son, she kept telling him that Master Xiang was a warm-hearted and kind man, and that he had a very beautiful younger sister named Wanwan, who was smart and witty...

She even dreamed that she would give him a little sister in the future, and she would also call her Wanwan.

The name sounds nice and inexplicably makes people feel warm.

Yan Chuan was young, so he didn't fully understand what his mother said.

I don't know, Wanwan, which "wanwan" is pronounced.

Of course, at this moment, he doesn't even know what kind of changes the man who brought the coal and the girl named "Wanwan" will bring to his life.

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　After the finale, there is always a feeling of powerlessness when writing extra stories.

　　Anyway, think of something, write something, try to write a few chapters of Mu Chuan Xiangwan's sweet chapters to make up for everyone.

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