Black-bellied husband, don't be too bad

Chapter 79

A small town in the southwestern border.

The time has entered the middle of December, and the weather is getting colder and colder.

Lu Xiang woke up from the cold, and when he got up, he saw the dark and cloudy sky outside, gloomy and airtight.

"I'm afraid it's going to snow."

The grandmother of the Yi nationality stood beside her, speaking in not very fluent Chinese.

Lu Xiang nodded, "Grandma, it's windy outside, let's go in!"

This is a small town in the southwestern border of the motherland. You may not be able to find its name on the map. Lu Xiang knows that it is because he came here when he was in college and stumbled into this small town by mistake.

Grandma's husband had a serious illness a few years ago, and spent all the savings of the family and still couldn't save it.She only has one son and daughter-in-law who work outside and don't come back all year round. Therefore, only grandma is left in the family.

A brazier was set up in the house. Although Grandma's family has stepped into modern life, she still likes this ancient way of heating.

Lu Xiang was sitting by the brazier, and after a while, Grandma came out with roasted tea.

"Drink it warm."

Lu Xiang looked up and smiled back, "Thank you."

She came here for three days, and Grandma treated her as if she was her own daughter.

I don't know if it's because of having a child, but she feels that her temper has restrained a lot, and she is also a lot gentler. In a word, she is full of the brilliance of motherhood.

After Lu Xiang drank the roasted tea, she felt her body warmed up immediately. She went to the kitchen and saw grandma making noodles.

Unable to bear curiosity, she asked, "Grandma, what are you doing?"

"I am making buckwheat cake!"

Buckwheat is a classic Yi delicacy made of buckwheat noodles, roasted over a fire, and eaten with brown sugar and honey.

"Then let me help you!" Lu Xiang walked over to wash his hands, then rolled up his sleeves, ready to make a face.

Grandma shook her hands, "Then you and me, I'll go and light the fire."

"Well, good." Lu Xiang nodded, and began to make up the noodles seriously. She has little strength, small hands, and a young lady who doesn't touch the spring water with her fingers, so she didn't make the noodles together after a long time.

Grandma lit the fire and saw that Lu Xiang hadn't done it yet, so she washed her hands and came over to let Lu Xiang rest.

Kneading the dough, Grandma began to say to herself, "Hey, he used to like the buckwheat cake I made the most. It was dipped in brown sugar and honey, and he could eat five at a time."

Lu Xiang knew who she was talking about, but when he thought that heaven and man were separated forever, he inevitably panicked and didn't dare to disturb him, so he just quietly listened to grandma.

Grandma talked about some things about her and her husband when they were young, ordinary, simple, warm and beautiful.

Lu Xiang grabbed the dough and thought, she will also find someone to live an ordinary life in the future, and make soup for him.

He must love himself very much, treat himself like a baby, tolerate her bad temper, spoil her, not scold her, and not be emotional with other women.

If she gets upset, she can beat him, but he can't say a word.

After making the noodles and putting them on the oven to serve, Lu Xiang took the time to go out of the house and saw that it was already snowing.

The altitude in the southwest is high, so the annual snowfall also comes early, and it will snow in early December.

She lived in the warm and humid southeast region since she was a child, and the snowflakes she saw in her memory were only fine and dense, and they turned into water when they fell to the ground.

Seeing such a heavy snow all of a sudden this time, it was as if Grandma Liu had entered the Grand View Garden, her eyes were full of wonder.

She immediately ran to the open area outside the house, reached out to catch a snowflake, and it really was like catkins, crystal clear.

Standing in the clearing, she shouted excitedly, "It's snowing!"

Grandma ran out of the house, couldn't help but rolled her eyes with a smile, "Don't stay too long, be careful of catching a cold."

As soon as the words fell, a snowflake fell on her face, which was cold. She sneezed, and belatedly felt that the temperature outside the house was a bit low, so she hurried into the house.

Grandma took out a jacket with a typical Yi ethnic style from the room and handed it to her, "Put it on quickly!"

The clouds were closed, and the darkness was suffocating. She looked at it and felt that something was wrong.

There was a plane hovering above her, getting lower and lower, as if it was about to land.

The wind and snow were too heavy, and it was estimated that the plane could not find its direction and was forced to land. Lu Xiang looked at it for a while, and the grandmother in the house called her into the house, saying that the buckwheat was baked and could be eaten while it was still hot.

Lu Xiang picked up a warm buckwheat cake, blew on it, and then carefully spread a little bit of honey and brown sugar on it. She doesn't really like sweet food, but I heard that grandma said that it tastes the best.

Take a bite, sweet, crunchy, really good.

After biting halfway, there was a burst of chattering voices outside. Grandma put down the buckwheat and frowned, "Is someone here?"

Lu Xiang stood up, "I'll go out and have a look, you stay inside."

She took the half-eaten buckwheat out the door, and immediately saw the blurry figures gradually becoming clear in the snowy sky.

Covered in wind and snow, he came from afar.

"Lu Xiang?" The voice was full of surprise and anger at her leaving without saying goodbye.

The half-eaten brown sugar cake fell to the ground like this.

She was stunned, only the whistling wind and snow remained in her ears.

The figure of the man in front of him became more and more clear, and Mu Xiuchen stepped in front of her: "You are indeed here!"

Lu Xiang froze for a moment, then took a step back, his voice was cold, "What are you doing here?"

"Take you back."

Lu Xiang seemed to have heard something funny, "Take me back, are you dreaming?"

Mu Xiuchen went a step further: "Okay, then how long do you want to stay here?"

"Depend on your mood!" Lu Xiang turned around, "I'm fine here, no one bothers you."

Although Mu Xiuchen's arrival surprised her, but now she felt that she could no longer have the slightest emotion for this man.

"Okay, I'll accompany you."

This sentence made Lu Xiang turn around, and couldn't help but look at him a few times: "You must be out of your mind!"

Mu Xiuchen wasn't annoyed either, he just said flatly: "You're pregnant with my child, I'm worried about leaving you alone."

The corners of Lu Xiang's lips curled up, "Master Mu, I think you're really out of your mind. What's wrong with me being pregnant? What are you worrying about now? Didn't you want it before?"

"You also said that was before."

When Master Mu said these words, he was not ashamed at all.

Lu Xiang, "..."

In the end, she spread her hands helplessly: "It's up to you, stay wherever you like, just don't bother me."

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Fu Heng lay in the hospital for more than half a month and was finally able to be discharged.

On the day I was discharged from the hospital, the weather was gloomy.

The weather forecast says it will snow, and it is estimated that the snowflakes will fall in the afternoon or evening.

Chu Ci has no sense of expectation for the snow in the south, so she just thinks about going to the north to see the snow.

But Fu Heng had just been discharged from the hospital and there were many things about the company, so it was not convenient for her to talk about it.

Sometimes she thinks, marrying such a man is bound to lose a lot of things!

Standing in front of the hospital bed, Chu Ci tied the scarf for Fu Heng, and then asked, "Let's go home directly later!"

"Yeah." Fu Heng nodded, "Do you have other things?"

"I mean, if we go straight home, we cook at home, and if we don't go back, we eat outside."

She glanced at the dark weather outside, "We'd better go home, it looks like it's going to snow heavily."

Fu Heng nodded, wrapping her hand in his own.

When they returned home, Aunt Lin was also there. As soon as she saw them coming back, she immediately stepped forward to take the luggage in their hands: "Mr. and Mrs. are back?"

Fu Heng lived for more than half a month, and the house was empty and lifeless.

"Aunt Lin, is the meal ready?"

Aunt Lin nodded, and said to Chu Ci, "The meal is ready, but I don't know what the husband and wife would like to eat?"

Chu Ci considered that Fu Heng had just been discharged from the hospital, so she said, "Don't be too greasy, just light."

She turned her face and smiled at Fu Heng with squinted eyes: "Go and watch TV on the sofa. I'll help in the kitchen. I'll call you when the meal is ready."

After speaking, she rolled up her sleeves and followed Aunt Lin to the kitchen.

Fu Heng walked to the sofa, and just as he turned on the TV, the phone rang.

He then made fun of the TV ringing and picked up the phone.

There was an anxious crying voice on the other side of the phone: "Mr. Fu, Ms. Wen suddenly disappeared. I can't find her no matter how hard I look. What should I do!"

Fu Heng pursed his lips, "When did it happen?"

"Yesterday, she said that she was in a bad mood and wanted to go out for a walk, but she couldn't reach her on the phone today. Should I call the police?"

Wen Xin is a public figure, and her disappearance is a major event, so it's better not to make a fuss known to everyone.

"Don't call the police yet."

Chu Ci poked his head out from the kitchen, wanting to ask Fu Heng if he could add a little spice to the dish, otherwise the taste would be bad.

He just didn't say anything when he saw Fu Heng on the phone.

When Fu Heng hung up the phone, just as she was about to speak, Fu Heng had already robbed her, "I'll go out for a while, and I'll be right back."

Chu Ci gave him a slightly surprised look: "It's so late, where are you going!"

"Win Xin is missing!"

Sometimes, telling the truth is actually more appealing than hiding it.

"Didn't you call the police?"

"No." Fu Heng had already got up and walked to the entrance, "I'll be back soon."

It was already eight o'clock in the evening, the weather was completely dark, and it was said that there was still a heavy snowstorm. Fu Heng had just been discharged from the hospital, and he was going out in such a snowy day. He really didn't take his life seriously.

Chu Ci glanced at him indifferently, then walked to the entrance, raised her eyes and looked at him quietly.

"Do you have to go?"

Fu Heng touched her face: "She has been missing for more than 24 hours."

The implication is that it must go.

The sourness and anger in her heart began to spread, Chu Ci turned her face away, and said word by word, "What if I say, I won't let you out?"

(End of this chapter)