A widower's entertainment

Chapter 2 [After Widowhood]

Decheng Chunfeng Lane.

The kid's fucking funeral was quick and easy.

So fast that Lin Youcheng didn't even react, the funeral was over.

Of course, this was all organized by eldest brother Lin Youcai.

The child's mother had been sent from the hospital mortuary to the crematorium, and then disappeared with a fire. The urn was placed in the funeral parlor, leaving a picture of the child's mother.

The photo is not very big, because if you zoom in, it becomes blurry.

I don’t know what year the photo was taken. The child in the photo is not that bloated body and frizzy hair. He is very young and quiet. He has two long braids and a smile. nice.

Lin Youcheng sat there, looking at the mother of the child in the photo. His original memory was uncovered, and the originally fuzzy memory gradually became clear.

This was a very strange feeling. He felt unfamiliar with the woman in the photo, but another memory told him that this was the child's mother and now his nominal wife.

But now his wife and the mother of his children have just left, leaving him with five children.

No, six, and a newborn boy in the hospital.

Lin Youcheng felt a little uncomfortable, half for the child's mother, and half for himself.

Until now, Lin Youcheng still has a sense of unrealistic absurdity.

Anyone who encounters such a thing will feel ridiculous, just like in a dream.

"Xi'er, good boy, take your younger brothers and sisters to your eldest aunt."

An older middle-aged man with Chinese characters on his face was full of vicissitudes of life and haggard. He stroked Lin Zhaoxi's head and said, "Your father and I are having a conversation."

The person who spoke was Lin Youcheng's eldest brother Lin Youcai. He was forty years old, but his hair was white on his temples.

Lin Youcai looked at Lin Youcheng and said: "This child will be counting on you from now on. It will be easier for you to have a baby in the future. Don't be as careless as before. I will pick up the child with your sister-in-law from the hospital tomorrow."

"The name hasn't been chosen yet, what do you think it will be called?"

what?
  What's the name of that newborn child?
  Lin Youcheng was stunned for a moment. The child had already been named.

That was the name left by the original person, and Lin Youcheng had no intention of changing it.

Lin Youcheng looked at his eldest brother and said, "Zhao Le, Lin Zhao Le."

When Lin Youcai heard Lin Youcheng's name, he nodded in agreement, and then said, "Would you like your sister-in-law to take care of that child for you?"

Something about his sister-in-law Fang Mei flashed through Lin Youcheng's memory.

His elder sister-in-law Fang Mei has always disliked him. There was a quarrel before because of the family separation. Although they are still relatives, they are two families after all.

"No need, my sister-in-law won't be able to take care of her, and it's not just that one child, Zhaohuan is only two years old."

Lin Youcai asked: "Then what are you going to do?"

How to do?
  Yes, what should he do?

When Lin Youcheng heard this question, he was confused for a moment.

He had become a middle-aged widower inexplicably. Crucially, he also brought six children with him. The youngest was just born and the other was two years old. Thinking about it makes him heartbroken.

"My working hours of sweeping the streets are not very long. After sweeping the streets later, I will take care of it myself. If it doesn't work, I will ask my neighbors to help take care of it."

As soon as Lin Youcai heard Lin Youcheng's words, he nodded, and said, "You must be attentive in the cleaning work of the street sweeping street. There is no distinction between high and low, and labor is glorious.”

Lin Youcai knew that Lin Youcheng had always been unwilling to accept it. He felt that he had gone to high school after all. Although he did not finish it, he later married a rural girl and worked as a street sweeper. He couldn't live with it, so he couldn't help but think again. Said two sentences.

Having said that, Lin Youcai still added, "I will think of a way later to see if I can let you return to the factory."

Lin Youcheng listened to Lin Youcai's words and said nothing.

At the age of thirty-two, he has accomplished nothing and will not be able to keep sweeping the streets in the future.

Although he was at a loss, Lin Youcheng also had an idea in his mind. After all, he had to find a way to live well.

Lin Youcheng took a look at the damn photos of the children. Since they were still alive and had those children, he naturally had to find a way to raise those children.

When Lin Youcai saw that Lin Youcheng didn't say anything, he couldn't say anything. He knew that his younger brother, who was in his thirties, still didn't look like a father at all, but he couldn't say much at this time. He stood up and walked out of his pocket. He took out an envelope and handed it to Lin Youcheng.

"There are one hundred and six yuan in it. Youfeng sent you fifty yuan. I've got fifty-six yuan for you. You can keep it first."

When Lin Youcheng saw the envelope handed over by his elder brother, he was a little dazed for a moment, not knowing whether he should take it or not.

Lin Youcai saw Fang Mei coming outside the door and quickly stuffed the envelope into Lin Youcheng's trouser pocket and said, "Youfeng can't come back now. I'll come back to see you and Zhaoxi and the others later."

"You really need to grow up in the future and stop messing around outside."

Sister-in-law Fang Mei had sharp eyes and saw Lin Youcai stuffing something into Lin Youcheng's trouser pocket. Although she didn't know what it was, she guessed it in her heart and looked unhappy. After hesitating for a moment, she didn't say anything, but her face darkened. , said: "Stop talking, let's eat."

After saying that, Fang Mei walked out.

Lin Youcai followed Fang Mei out. Fang Mei slowed down, walked to Lin Youcai and punched Lin Youcai hard.

Lin Youcheng took out the envelope from his trouser pocket and sighed. This amount of money may be their family's savings.

What to do next?

Lin Youcheng has now tried to accept everything in front of him. There is no way. Even if he doesn't accept it, there is no way for him to die for love and die together with his child's mother.

The whole family, Carrot Head, was still looking at him.

Before Lin Youcheng could sigh, the cry of the two-year-old baby Lin Zhaohuan rang out in the room.

Lin Youcheng hurried to the back room, picked up two-year-old Lin Zhaohuan, and started cheering.

Lin Youcheng had no children before. After all, he was only twenty-three years old in his previous life. He was coaxing the two-year-old baby in his arms in a strange way, with its immature face and round eyes staring at him cutely. Gradually she stopped crying.

Looking at the child in his arms, Lin Youcheng was in a trance for a moment, thinking that this was his child, his two-year-old daughter.

Just when Lin Youcheng was hugging Lin Zhao and cheering, Lin Zhaoman came out from nowhere, walked to Lin Youcheng with short legs, held his little head high, and shouted softly: "Dad, hug!"

Hearing this "Dad", Lin Youcheng felt pressured and was still a little unaccustomed to it.

Moreover, how could he hold it with these two hands?

The key is that he always remembers that there is a smaller baby waiting for him to hold in the hospital!
  Thinking of this, Lin Youcheng had a headache again.

Just when Lin Youcheng squatted down with Lin Zhaohuan in his arms, the baby in his arms began to cry, and the hands Lin Youcheng held were wet...

Emmm...

After being widowed, I really want to die for my love, what should I do?
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  (End of this chapter)