The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

Chapter 407

Qin Huairu, who struggled to get up early in the morning and whose bones were almost falling apart, frowned and rubbed his shoulders.

The skin on the palms of her hands was slightly clumped. She leaned against the wall with her back and spread her hands on her snow-white thighs. Looking at the calluses growing on her palms, Qin Huairu remained silent for a long time.

Is this what I pursued when I married into the city? You know, the last time I got calluses on my hands was when I was wielding a hoe in the countryside.

Curling up into a ball, hugging her knees, Qin Huairu looked at the three children sleeping soundly on the bed. Qin Huairu missed that dead ghost Jia Dongxu. If he was here, such hard work in the factory would never happen to her. .

Recalling so many days, from the beginning of learning to the later hands-on practice, the endless grinding of parts and endless scraps of iron filings every day have created such a pair of laborer's hands, which are only worth [-] cents a day.

Silently wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, Qin Huairu stood up. He didn't even have time to clean up his hair and had to light a fire to cook.

After opening the rice vat, looking at the little food left, Qin Huairu's eyes filled with tears. Yesterday, she was thinking about buying rice noodles, but she was dragged down by trivial matters until she was cooking the pot at night. .

These were the things she considered going to work when Jia Dongxu was here. At that time, she only had to be responsible for washing, cooking and taking care of the children. Now the burden of family and work pressure are almost overwhelming her.

"Sister Qin~!"

Xu Damao's greeting came from outside the door. Qin Huairu wiped the corners of her eyes hurriedly before standing up and opening the door.

Xu Damao, who was standing at the door, had dark circles under his eyes, which perfectly contrasted with Qin Huairu's peachy eyes made of tears.

The two people's eyes immediately retreated, not wanting the other to see their embarrassment.

"How's it going, Damao, Aunt Xu, did you give birth last night?"

Xu Damao, who got up early, was obviously not in high spirits. At this time, he did not take advantage of Sister Qin as usual. He sighed and took out the small bag of rice in his hand.

"Stop talking, Sister Qin, I didn't sleep all night long last night. Why don't you cook one of mine? I'm too lazy to get angry again!"

Xu Damao, who was completely frustrated, yawned. Seeing Sister Qin taking the rice bag, he turned around and wanted to go back to catch up on his sleep and come over for dinner later.

"Da Mao, are you the younger brother or the younger sister?"

Seeing Xu Damao turning around to leave, Qin Huairu quickly put the rice bag on the table and asked nonchalantly, but her body movements were still a little twitchy. It seemed that the answer to this question was very important to her.

Xu Damao is now a well-known gelding. To others, it is a bad thing that he cannot be born. But for Qin Huairu, this is just what he wants. But if the Xu family has another younger brother, then Xu Damao will The importance in her eyes has plummeted.

Xu Damao scratched his scalp. He didn't know now. He was planning to go to the hospital at noon. He turned around and looked at Qin Huairu. Those sneaky eyes made Sister Qin feel uncomfortable all over. He just spoke.

"What are you worried about? That's my father's child, not mine!"

There was a trace of embarrassment in his tone. It seemed that this question had really hurt his self-esteem. Of course, his words also revealed his selfish nature, implying that their family affairs had no impact on him.

Qin Huairu also heard Xu Damao's tone, and instantly a smile appeared on her face. She lightly patted Xu Damao's shoulder, her movements were very intimate, and she said coquettishly. "Isn't it just asking? They both have the surname Xu, how can they still speak the same language as the other two families!"

"No, Sister Qin, I'm not married yet. It's still unclear who I am a family member with!"

Looking at the photos of Jia Dongxu placed in the cabinet next to the door, Xu Damao found himself again. He looked around and saw that no one was around. He picked Qin Huairu's chin with his frivolous index finger, but she nimbly avoided it.

"Oh, Damao, what are you doing!"

"Hey, I just want to be close to Sister Qin. Don't worry, the three children are more important to me than him (her)!"

Xu Damao was not in a hurry at all. This was the most interesting time, just like a fisherman who saw a big fish under the water, lingering in front of the hook. It was comfortable to be hooked, but other people's fish tasted better. .

"Cough, cough~!"

The door to the opposite wing suddenly opened. He Daqing, wearing a thin gown and carrying a washbasin and toothbrush, walked out expressionlessly. Qin Huairu, who had a guilty conscience, quickly retreated into the house.

Xu Damao glanced sideways behind him and twitched the corner of his mouth. He was not very familiar with He Daqing, but his father was very afraid of him.

"Sister Qin, leave Sophora japonica to a aunt to take care of today. My parents went to the hospital and didn't come back soon!"

Looking for a high-sounding reason, Xu Damao turned around and left, not wanting to be caught by He Daqing.

The pretty widow lingered in the house, watching He Daqing brush his teeth at the faucet. Seeing that if he didn't cook, it would be too late, so he simply carried the aluminum pot and walked out with his butt raised.

"Daughter-in-law Dongxu, morning!"

I don't know if it was intentional or not, but He Daqing clearly knew that Qin Huairu's husband was dead, and even mentioned her husband's name. He saw her coming out with an aluminum pot and occupying the faucet without even moving her body.

"Uncle He, you got up really early. Why don't you let me get some rice first? Otherwise, it will be too late to go to work later!"

Qin Huairu's expression was natural, and she lifted the hair hanging on her temples. However, she may not realize that the nature of the He family's bloodline and resistance to widows is about zero. Coupled with the coquettish manner in her gestures, He Daqing's expression She became unnatural and silently pressed her body against the edge of the pool.

Listening to Qin Huairu's soft words, He Daqing hurriedly stirred the teapot with his toothbrush and threw his head into the cold water in the basin. Then he moved to the side and motioned for Qin Huairu to pick up the water.

Qin Huairu stood by the pool, washing rice silently. However, He Daqing, who was washing his face and hair with his eyes closed, intentionally or unintentionally, always rubbed his elbows against her arms and waist...

Seeing He Daqing's head buried in the basin, Qin Huairu was a little embarrassed, but it was hard to say anything, and the person might not have done it on purpose, so he had to rush to get the water, like a frightened rabbit, and ran away in a panic Went back inside.

When there was no one around, He Daqing poured a basin of water into the pool nearby, wiped the top of his head calmly, glanced at the door of Jia's house, and returned to the house calmly.

Until the meal was ready and the little Sophora japonica was fed and delivered to the aunt across the street, Qin Huairu's mind kept replaying what had just happened. She didn't know whether He Yuzhu, this scoundrel father, was a real serious person or a fake one. .

(End of this chapter)