A widower's entertainment

Chapter 4 [A widower’s first love]

Sweeping the streets is not an easy job.

This was a completely physical job for Lin Youcheng. At this moment, Lin Youcheng understood more and more why the dentist writer who wanted to work in the Cultural Palace had such thoughts.

Lin Youcheng supported his weak and sore waist and had to admit with conscience——

Well, now he also wants to go to work in the Palace of Culture.

Lin Youcheng was responsible for cleaning a lot of street areas, and it was already bright by the time he finished his work.

After finally sweeping the streets along Chunfeng Road, Lin Youcheng could finally rest.

"I'm leaving first."

Fan Aiguo saw Lin Youcheng saying hello to him before dragging the broom away. He was a little surprised. He had also heard some things about Lin Youcheng. Thinking that the woman was gone, Lin Youcheng seemed to have changed a little now, and he couldn't help but feel a little surprised. Sad.

Fortunately, there has been some progress, otherwise, there would be a room full of children who still don’t know what to do.

Lin Youcheng didn't know Fan Aiguo's emotion, so he returned the broom cleaning tools to the street office and hurried home.

After all, there are still children waiting at home.

As soon as he entered the yard, Lin Youcheng saw his eldest daughter Lin Zhaoxi carrying a basin to fetch water to wash clothes.

For a moment, Lin Youcheng felt a little distressed when he saw Lin Zhaoxi's sensible look.

The original person never took care of his family at all before. I'm afraid it was Lin Zhaoxi who always helped the child's mother with household affairs.

Now, Huang Shiren, who makes him feel like a evil father as a father, actually lets his ten-year-old daughter wash clothes early in the morning.

The key is that his daughter is also named Xi'er.

"Xi'er, stop doing it, I'll wash it."

Lin Youcheng walked over in a few steps, took the washboard from Lin Zhaoxi's hand, and asked, "Why did you get up so early and didn't you sleep a little longer?"

Lin Zhaoxi looked at Lin Youcheng with complicated eyes and said nothing.

Lin Youcheng also knew that he was not much of a father in the hearts of his children. The younger one might be okay, but the older one like Lin Zhaoxi would have been wise enough to know how unreliable his father was.

He will pay for the scum he committed.

Lin Youcheng looked at the dirty clothes of the big family in front of him and felt that his waist hurt even more.

There are so many clothes for this big family.

It would be great if there was a washing machine!
  Although he knew that this idea was a bit ridiculous, Lin Youcheng couldn't help but come up with this idea.

Now he can only wash it by hand with a washboard.

When Lin Youcheng saw Lin Zhaoxi standing by and staring at him washing clothes without saying a word, he didn't know what to say for a moment and said, "Are you hungry?"

"Go to the bedside table I got in my house, which also has food stamps. Use the food stamps to buy some steamed buns on the street, and eat them when they wake up."

Lin Zhaoxi was a little surprised when she heard Lin Youcheng's words. She didn't like her father because he was always playing cards outside and quarreling with her mother.

She had never seen her father wash clothes, it had always been her mother.

But now my mother is gone.

Lin Zhaoxi knew in her heart that after her mother died, no one would braid her hair or make new clothes for her.

"Go, go quickly!"

Lin Youcheng said again.

Lin Zhaoxi heard Lin Youcheng say this again, and turned back to the house.

Seeing Lin Zhaoxi leaving, Lin Youcheng looked at the pile of dirty clothes in front of him and felt that he would be miserable in the future.

Lin Youcheng thought of washing machines, dry cleaners, housekeeping services...

Another day of wanting to die.

This old waist can hardly stand straight up.

It is said that a man is worth thirty-one, but he is just afraid that his waist will be ruined.

"Youcheng, wash the clothes." Xie Chunxia, ​​the wife of neighbor Zhang Weimin, saw Lin Youcheng washing and hanging clothes in the yard for the first time. It was really the sun rising in the west, and it was like seeing a wonder of the world.

Lin Youcheng nodded.

Lin Youcheng knew that the neighbors who lived next door to him were not that weird, and perhaps the weirdest thing was the original one.

Xie Chunxia and his wife worked in a textile factory. Zhang Weimin was a very good person. That was the letter Zhang Weimin sent to Lin Youcheng that day. He also helped with the child's funeral.

"Sister-in-law, you've worked hard these past two days with Brother Wei Min."

When Xie Chunxia heard these words of thanks from Lin Youcheng, she really felt that the sun was rising in the west. She thought that Lin Youcheng had changed because of the woman leaving, and she didn't know how long it would last.

I just hope that I can really turn around and make some progress, otherwise...

"Nothing to thank you for."

Lin Youcheng was about to say something, but Lin Zhaoxi came back.

Xie Chunxia saw the buns in Lin Zhaoxi's hand, frowned slightly, and wanted to say something, but finally stopped, shook her head, and turned back to the house.

Lin Zhaoxi and Lin Youcheng entered the house and saw Lin Zhaoqing standing at the entrance of the hall with sleepy eyes. Lin Zhaomei was squatting to help Lin Zhaoman put on his shoes.

"Sister, I'm buying buns!"

Lin Zhaoqing smelled the fragrance and looked at the buns in Lin Zhaoxi's hand. His eyes suddenly lit up and he became energetic instantly.

"Take them to wash their faces quickly."

Lin Zhaoxi asked Lin Zhaoqing to take his younger brothers and sisters to wash their faces and rinse their mouths, then took a plate from the kitchen and put the buns on them.

"Why did you just buy these?"

Lin Youcheng was a little surprised.

Lin Zhaoxi lowered his head and said, "I won't eat it."

Hearing Lin Zhaoxi's words, Lin Youcheng felt a little uncomfortable. Sure enough, some children were so sensible that it made people feel distressed.

After Lin Zhaoqing washed his face hurriedly, he took Lin Zhaomei and Lin Zhaoman to eat steamed buns.

One bite, and your mouth is filled with juice.

Lin Youcheng took a bun and handed it to Lin Zhaoxi and said, "Eat it."

Lin Zhaoxi still couldn't resist the smell of the steamed buns. He took the steamed buns and started eating them, unable to hold back a smile on his face.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Lin Youcheng also smiled.

Lin Zhaoqing held his head high, looking at Lin Youcheng with some anticipation and nervousness and asked: "Dad, can you still eat steamed buns tomorrow?"

Lin Youcheng touched Lin Zhaoqing's head and did not agree directly, but said: "Dad, work hard and let you eat steamed buns from now on."

"awesome!"

Lin Youcheng couldn't help but smile when he saw the smiles on the faces of these carrot heads.

Because of Lin Zhaoxi's sister, the other carrot heads also followed Lin Zhaoxi to play in the yard.

Since you want to buy buns for your children, then work hard to make money.

Lin Youcheng sat at the table in the main room, took some paper and pen and was about to start writing. As for what to write?
  Times are different, but some things are the same. In the 1970s and 1980s, many old magazines resumed publication, and many new literary magazines were founded. The circulations were very large, with hundreds of thousands of copies considered normal. This was the spring of literature.

Literary spring?
  spring?

Lin Youcheng thought of his status as a widower, dragging six dolls with him, far away from those two words.

Maybe I can only put pen to paper and write a story related to those two words.

Lin Youcheng bent over his desk and wrote down a line——

"The Love of the Hawthorn Tree".

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