Back to 1980: Please Love Me Again

Chapter 257
Pingyang County, nursing home community.

Xiao Nannan's dry howl directly confused Zhao Wenmu and Zhao Jing.

The husband and wife touched each other's eyes and quickly communicated silently.

Then he immediately came to a conclusion: the little guy must have had some kind of oolong.

Zhao Jing gently pulled out the little head buried in her arms, and explained in a gentle voice:
"Baby, mom won't die, mom won't go anywhere."

The little guy gradually stopped howling, and then he continued to cry, his little nostrils fluttering slightly.She raised her head and looked at Zhao Wenmu with her big misty eyes.

It seems to want to get a guarantee from Dad.

Looking at the little guy's flushed face, Zhao Wenmu gently stroked her somewhat wet hair, and replied gently but firmly:

"Of course mom won't die. Mom can live for many, many years!"

The little guy still didn't believe it, and his two little hands still hugged Zhao Jing tightly.

"But my mother has gray hair. Grandma Zhang said that if you have white hair, you are old and you are about to die."

Said the little guy cried again.

Zhao Wenmu and Zhao Jing were distressed and funny, and the husband and wife coaxed for a long time, and finally convinced the little guy that Zhao Jing would not die.

I also figured out why she had such an idea.

It's nothing more than a half-joking remark of "I'm old, I have gray hair, and I haven't lived for a few years" when a few old people chatted.

The little guy somehow came to the conclusion that "he has gray hair" = "he's going to die".

Of course, whoever can figure out the brain circuits of children should be able to win a Nobel Prize on the spot.

It's not the first time the little guy has had this kind of oolong. She was "kissed" by a butterfly once before, and she really thought that she was the fairy under the moon in the picture book.

Zhao Wenmu and Zhao Jing are boys and girls under the fairy seat.

The little guy carefully collected a bottle of "flower dew water" and prepared to make an elixir for the couple.

In fact, it was the tap water that Zhao Jing sprinkled when watering the flowers in the morning.

"Fell asleep."

Zhao Jing gently closed the door of the room and returned to the swing frame.

After the little guy figured out that his mother would not die, he burst into laughter immediately, and finally let go of his arms hugging his mother under Zhao Jing's repeated assurances.

But she still stayed in her mother's arms and couldn't come out.

After a while, the little guy who was tired from crying fell asleep in Zhao Jing's arms.

So Zhao Jing carried her to the back room, and Zhao Wenmu wiped her face with a warm towel.

The swing frame was well repaired, Zhao Jing sat down silently, looked down at the floor tiles in front of her, looking very lonely.

Zhao Wenmu was a little overwhelmed by this sudden change, he squatted down in front of Zhao Jing, and grabbed a pair of soft and slender catkins.

"what happened?"

Looking at his wife's red eyes, Zhao Wenmu asked with concern.

"It's nothing, just remembering how thin and small she used to be, and now she is a little girl who can say 'mother is old', and I suddenly feel a little sour. At that time, I was still worried, worried that she would not survive."

Zhao Jing laughed while talking, although she was smiling, tears couldn't help but drip down one by one.

Zhao Wenmu's heart throbbed in pain.

He leaned forward and hugged each other, and murmured:

"That's right."

Before he could say sorry, a slightly cool little hand was on his lips.

"Honey, don't say I'm sorry, my daughter is the best gift you can give me, and it will always be."

True love is a knife, the sharpest knife.

A love sentence caught off guard made Zhao Wenmu feel both sweet and bitter.

Fortunately, there is still a chance, and fortunately, you are all here.

This time, I will make you happy.

Zhao Wenmu swore in his heart over and over again.

The two hugged each other quietly, until the noise of children on the street outside the wall broke the tranquility and warmth, and Zhao Wenmu rubbed his numb and sore legs and stood up.

"do not move."

Gently pressing Zhao Jing who was also about to get up, he turned around and walked to the back of the swing, leaning over to push it up.

Butterflies flutter gently among the flowers, the woman on the swing smiles like a flower, and the years are quiet.

The husband and wife recalled bitterness and sweetness under the swing, and when they talked about the excitement, they immediately decided to go back to the old house in Shanqian Village for two days.

So when the little girl woke up, the family of three returned to Shanqian Village together with Shi Hou and Shi Feng.

But looking at the low and cramped old house, which may be covered in dust at any time, the husband and wife lost the interest when they came here, and they didn't want to live in it for a few days at all.

Even so, Zhao Jing still stayed in the small courtyard for a while, tirelessly telling the story of "childhood" to her little daughter.

The little guy was ignorant and didn't recall anything.

Zhao Wenmu listened with gusto, especially Zhao Jing's mental journey from pregnancy to childbirth. He hid beside him and listened carefully verbatim.

These are the lives he has missed in his past and present lives.

Zhao Jing naturally knew that he was listening, besides, her original intention was not to reminisce about those gloomy past.

No matter how gloomy the past is, there will always be some happy moments.

She just needs to remember these moments.

The same is true for Zhao Wenmu.

"At that time, Mom was sitting in front of the stove, and you kicked Mom."

That was the first time she intuitively felt the little life in her stomach. Before that, she was motionless, almost making Zhao Jing think that she would never come to this world.

The little girl still didn't understand this, so she put her soft little hand on the spot where her mother just touched.

"Hoo hoo, mom doesn't hurt."

Zhao Wenmu took out the camera, and the lens preserved this moment forever.

"On August 1979, 8, Nannan kicked her mother for the first time", this sentence was neatly written by him on the back of the photo. In the long years since then, the father and daughter have read and recalled it countless times.

The memories that Zhao Jing cherished, the past that made her happy, were engraved in Zhao Wenmu's heart in her soft-spoken narration.

The family of three in the small courtyard was immersed in the warmth and beauty, and even the apricot tree in the courtyard frowned.

"I *your mother*! *your mother!***"

A rough mezzo-soprano suddenly sounded in front of the door, sometimes high and clear, sometimes deep and hoarse.

Zhao Wenmu frowned and covered the little girl's ears.

He and Zhao Jing are no strangers to this scene.

It's just cursing, it's a trivial matter.

I don’t know who stole whose onions, who’s cows ate whose sweet potatoes, whose back-chewing tongue was known
It's nothing more than the trivial and trivial matters of these parents.

Every now and then, someone would scold the street.

What is swearing?

Without him, shouting and cursing along the street.

The middle-aged women with strong combat capabilities yelled and cursed along the streets in the village, and greeted each other's parents and eighteen generations of relatives in various vulgar languages.

Usually this kind of scolding is not named, and even the scolders don't know who they are scolding.

Therefore, they usually walk in front of the house of the key suspect several times.

Of course, in order to avoid accidental injury, they will also avoid people with good relations or people with high morals and high prestige who cannot be offended.

From the heart, don't be ashamed.

After all, if someone yells and curses loudly in front of their own house, anyone will feel offended.

Zhao Wenmu felt this way at the moment.

"I'll go out and see."

Handing the little girl to Zhao Jing, he quickly walked out of the house to look around, and quickly locked on to the scolder.

"Aunt Liu, who are you scolding?"

Zhao Wenmu angrily called to the middle-aged woman who was about to leave.

"Oh, big nephew, why are you back?"

Aunt Liu of Qianjie, who was livid and resentful, turned her head and looked over when she heard the words. Seeing that it was Zhao Wenmu, she immediately greeted him with a smile on her face.

She thought that no one was at Zhao Wenmu's old house, otherwise they wouldn't be so close.

Seeing that Zhao Wenmu seemed to have misunderstood, she quickly explained:

"There was a scoundrel who lent me one yuan and five dollars when I was going to the market. He obviously didn't pay back the money but insisted that he had paid it back. I said it was her, and it was her."

Hearing what she said, Zhao Wenmu knew in his heart that it really wasn't for his own home.

That being the case, he didn't want to get involved in such crap.

"Then Aunt Liu, go slowly, my child is sleeping, don't wake her up."

After Zhao Wenmu finished speaking, he turned his head and went back home.

Not feeling any offense at Zhao Wenmu's behavior, the dark-skinned Aunt Liu responded with a smile:

"Okay, okay."

It wasn't until she walked far away that she opened her voice to curse again.

The voice also seemed to be a little lower than before.

(End of this chapter)