Marriage sleepy: less power to pet lightly

Chapter 396

For rural men, there are very few people who don't smoke because women are pregnant, but Song Zhiwei is not an ordinary woman in their eyes, but a woman married to the second generation of officials. In order not to arouse Wei Xuan's disgust, the other party immediately put the cigarette butt Throwing it aside, he smiled and apologized: "Old smoker, old smoker, I'm sorry."

Song Zhiwei smiled, "It's okay."

Fortunately, this hall is well ventilated. She is facing the wind, and a gust of wind blows away the smell of smoke.

But she was not very happy, because how could these people think that Wei Xuan was a high-ranking official?What nonsense did her mother say in front of her old family?
Wei Xuan also explained at this time: "I'm not a high official, I'm just an ordinary battalion commander."

"The battalion commander is also a high-ranking official. Besides, you are still so young, and you have many opportunities to rise up." Uncle Tang complimented.

When he saw Wei Changkong, he immediately said, "This elder brother is sister-in-law He's in-laws. I heard that you are a cadre at the university level. You are really amazing. I would like to toast you."

"My dad has a bad heart and can't drink." Song Zhiwei said for Wei Changkong.

Wei Changkong chuckled, "Sorry, I can't drink either."

"Oh, then you don't drink, but there will be no reunion atmosphere." Uncle Tang was very disappointed.

"Old Seven, I'll drink with you." He Yuxiu said straightforwardly.

"Mom, your feet." Song Zhiwei couldn't help reminding.

"The foot injury has nothing to do with drinking. I haven't had a drink with them for a long time. Today is our reunion." It seemed that He Yuxiu was very happy.

Song Zhiwei didn't want to please her, but seeing her beaming appearance, she didn't know how to talk nonsense after drinking too much.

"Okay, sister-in-law, you should have fun." Uncle Tang immediately filled up the wine for He Yuxiu, "By the way, your family is literate, why didn't you come back with you?"

"He, he must be busy with business. He opened a motorcycle repair shop. The Chinese New Year is the busiest time for business, so he didn't come back with us." He Yuxiu pursed her lips happily and said.

Song Zhiwei really wanted to refute, why couldn't her mother tell the truth because of her busy business?

But Wei Xuan held her hand on the table and signaled her not to tear down her mother's table.

"I made a little stir-fried pork, and the fish is still stewed in the pot, just let it go." Aunt Tang was holding a large plate of hot farmhouse fried pork, with green and red peppers dotted among large slices of pork, just smelling it is fascinating The index finger moved.

"Thank you, Aunt Tang, don't be so busy, just sit down and eat with us." The rule in my hometown is that women cook a lot of dishes to entertain guests during the New Year and holidays, so they usually wait until the guests are almost finished eating before serving. table to eat.

Song Zhiwei saw that Aunt Tang didn't take off her waistband, so she must have not eaten lunch, so she said.

Aunt Tang just smiled, and went back to the kitchen to make food.

Wei Xuan served the family meals one by one, and handed the chopsticks to Song Zhiwei.

He knew that Song Zhiwei liked this plate of fried pork, so he put several slices into her bowl.

Afraid that she would choke, he put a special bowl of soup in Song Zhiwei's hand, and told her in a low voice to be careful.

Wei Xuan's thoughtfulness is very common in Song Zhiwei's view, but it is too special in his hometown where men are superior to women.

A fat aunt said to He Yuxiu: "Sister-in-law He, your Jiazhiwei is really blessed. It would be good for her to find a handsome husband. If Dongmei of my family can find such a good partner, I will wake up from my dreams with laughter."

"Wei Xuan is not my son-in-law. He is really good to my family, Zhiwei. The family doesn't even want to let her do a little housework. She keeps the salary card and so on. She has never complained about her misuse of money. "He Yuxiu immediately praised Wei Xuan proudly.

Song Zhiwei wanted to laugh when she heard it, and leaned into Wei Xuan's ear and said, "Did you hear me, don't let me do housework again."

Wei Xuan glanced at her lightly, "Have you done it before?"

Wei Changkong laughed happily when he heard his son being praised, but said modestly: "This is what he should do, not worthy of praise."

"Xuan's father washed Zhiwei's mother's feet." Xiao Hua suddenly added.

"Is this a child?" The old family members showed puzzled expressions.

"This is the adopted daughter of Wei Xuan and I." Song Zhiwei explained.

"Oh." Everyone suddenly realized, "It's really caring, not bad, not bad."

Song Zhiwei smiled and stroked Xiaohua's head, "Xiaohua, you just need to know about Xuan's father and Zhiwei's mother, don't talk about it everywhere."

"Okay." Xiaohua nodded vigorously, and continued to grill the rice.

"This son-in-law is really nice. I have to toast you with a glass of wine. I drink and you drink tea." Tang Shu picked up the glass and drank it down.

This meal was originally only expected to last for 10 minutes, but because He Yuxiu wanted to drink, she was unable to leave.

Song Zhiwei was a little speechless, but her mother hadn't been this happy for a long time, and she didn't want to rush, so she said to Wei Xuan, "Let's go for a walk."

Although Wei Changkong didn't drink, he was very talkative, chatting with two elders, and Xiaohua was playing with a kid, so Song Zhiwei and Wei Xuan went out for a walk.

The terrain of my hometown is hilly and hilly. There used to be a lot of arable land, but with the rise of migrant workers in recent years, a lot of arable land has been abandoned.

Song Zhiwei pointed to the top of a low hillside and said: "My family used to have a piece of contracted land on it. My father's legs and feet are not good, so it is my mother who is farming. My brother and I helped a lot before we went to elementary school. Be less busy."

After retying the scarf around her neck, Wei Xuan reached out to shield her from the wind above her head, "It must have been hard at that time."

"It's strange to say that even though I was poor and tired at that time, it was the happiest time. Maybe it's because my dad is still there." Song Zhiwei smiled as if recalling some good memories.

"By the way, let me take you to my former house." Song Zhiwei said excitedly.

"Isn't your house in the town?" Wei Xuan asked.

"No, it was the earliest old house, and it was sold to someone else before buying a small attic in the town." Song Zhiwei took Wei Xuan's hand and explained to him as he walked, "At that time, the town was actually a village, and later the government It was only after the reconstruction that new houses were built for every household, otherwise my family would not have the money to buy a house."

Walking on the country road, although the weather was a bit cold, Song Zhiwei felt in a particularly good mood.

After her mother sold the old house, she never went back to see it, because she was afraid of recalling her father.

But now that Wei Xuan is here, she feels the need to let him see her most original growth environment.

Originally, there were few houses in the countryside, but Song Zhiwei's previous home was in a more remote place. After climbing a mountain, she saw a low tiled house behind a bamboo forest.

(End of this chapter)