Marriage sleepy: less power to pet lightly

Chapter 397 The Old House

"In the past, this was not a bamboo forest. There was a small stream, so it was very convenient to fetch water." If Wei Xuan hadn't pulled her, Song Zhiwei probably wanted to run down immediately.

Fearing that she would trip over the stones under her feet, Wei Xuan simply picked her up and walked briskly to the front of the tile house.

"It seems that the owner of the house has not lived in it." When she saw the rusted door lock and the half-missed roof, Song Zhiwei's expression was obviously a little lonely.

Wei Xuan put her on the ground, and she walked up the steps.

Fearing that she would be hit by the roof tiles, Wei Xuan hurriedly covered the top of her head with his palm.

Song Zhiwei just stood on the steps and took a look, because the inside was probably already covered with spider webs, so it didn't look like it did before.

"When I was young, my home felt very big. My younger brother and I had our own rooms, living room, stove room, and weed room. Now, it seems that it is so small?" Song Zhiwei said with a sense of loss, "I guess it's grown up. , so I think the house is getting smaller.”

"I miss you very much?" Seeing her strong nostalgic eyes, Wei Xuan suggested, "You can buy it from the current owner and redecorate it to look like when you were a child."

Song Zhiwei shook her head, "I still have feelings for the house because my dad lived in the house, and my dad is gone. What's the use of me wanting the house to return to its previous appearance? The previous appearance has been engraved in my mind, forever Will never forget."

Let her recall the past, Wei Xuan just stood quietly by her.

"You haven't lived in the country, have you?" Song Zhiwei looked up at him and asked.

Wei Xuan shook his head, "My parents' homes are in the city, and the old man is also buried in the cemetery."

"It's a good thing you don't have the temper of the young master of the city, otherwise we wouldn't be able to get along." Song Zhiwei said with a smile.

"You are so wild, if I were the young master of the city, how can I subdue you?" Wei Xuan raised his eyebrows and counterattacked.

"Surrender me?" Song Zhiwei laughed twice, and suddenly ordered, "Back me."

"Uncomfortable feet?" Wei Xuan subconsciously looked at her feet.

"No, it's just to let you understand your position in the family." Song Zhiwei threw herself on his back with a smile.

Wei Xuan was afraid of bumping into her stomach, so he hurriedly told her not to act foolishly, and hugged her up.

"A person who is about to become a mother is so unstable." He lectured.

"So what?" Song Zhiwei looked at him provocatively, "I have no fear, you will let me anyway."

"Yes." Wei Xuan was helpless and speechless, holding her and walking around the house, letting her have a comprehensive look at her childhood memories.

"It is estimated that in ten or a few years, this place will be covered by weeds." Song Zhiwei said with emotion, "Okay, I'm nostalgic too, let's go back."

When they walked back to Tangshu's house, He Yuxiu was already flushed from drinking, and wanted to stay and play mahjong with them.

Song Zhiwei calculated that it would be too late if she didn't go back, so she resolutely declined her cousin's invitation to stay overnight and asked Wei Xuan to carry her mother away.

Enthusiastic villagers followed them all the way to the crossing. Before parting, they even told He Yuxiu, "Sister-in-law He, I will count on you for my son's affairs."

"And my nephew, everyone depends on your family."

Song Zhiwei found it strange, and after the departure of the car, Wei Changkong told her that when her mother was drinking with those people, someone asked Wei Xuan to help his son, nephew and other juniors enter the army. Before Wei Changkong could answer, He Yuxiu just said Commitment down.

Song Zhiwei suddenly became angry, and was about to question her mother, but He Yuxiu, who had drunk too much, had already fallen asleep with her head tilted.

"Zhiwei, don't blame your mother. It's not easy for your mother to be a rural woman pulling you two siblings to grow up. I don't know how much I suffered during the period. Now that you are all grown up, she finally has a bit of bragging rights, which is inevitable. She can talk big things." Wei Changkong analyzed He Yuxiu's state of mind, "Be considerate of her and don't take those words to heart."

After hearing these words, all the anger in Song Zhiwei's heart was extinguished in an instant.

Yes, it was really not easy for her mother to raise her siblings alone. Although the old family pitied them on the surface, they said a lot of sarcasm behind their backs. Now her daughter has found a capable son-in-law. She has been a widow for twenty years. A woman who has been around for several years can finally feel proud, and sometimes it is inevitable that she will swell.

Thinking of this, Song Zhiwei asked Wei Xuan to turn on the air conditioner, so as not to let her mother catch a cold while sleeping.

The way back was basically driven by Wei Xuan. Although he drove for seven or eight hours in a row, he was young and strong and didn't feel tired.

After driving back to Rongcheng, he changed places with Wei Changkong.

Because it was the first day of the new year, there were no restaurants open on the street, so I had to drive home and cook a big pot of noodles for dinner.

Fortunately, there are meat and vegetables, plus Song Zhiwei's seasoning, the simple one-pot noodles make the family very happy.

As usual, Wei Changkong was still washing the dishes and coaxing Xiaohua to sleep.

Song Zhiwei helped Wei Xuan pack his clothes in the room. She said she was packing the clothes, but she just folded the camouflage uniform he wore and put it neatly at the end of the bed.

Thinking of him leaving early tomorrow morning, Song Zhiwei's mood was as if a weight had been dipped in water, and she couldn't relax at all.

Wei Xuan called for foot washing water, and squatted down to help her wash and pinch her feet.

Song Zhiwei's feet were long and thin and fair, in stark contrast to his dark and rough palms.

"Remember to soak your feet every day from now on, it's good for your cold hands and feet." Wei Xuan rubbed her feet carefully, and reminded.

"No, I have to wait until you come back." Song Zhiwei replied as if angry.

Wei Xuan looked at her helplessly, "Why are you becoming more and more ignorant?"

"Yeah, I'm just ignorant." Song Zhiwei bit her lip and looked at him, "If I'm ignorant, I'll tell you not to leave."

"The stationing time will not be too long." Wei Xuan comforted her.

"But I still want to see you every day." This sentence is used to describe the relationship between them.

"When we meet every day, you should find fault with me and quarrel with me again." Wei Xuan knew Song Zhiwei's temper well, every time it was time to say goodbye, he was reluctant to part, and cheered when they reunited, but after a long time, look at him " Annoyed", always looking for excuses to make him look bad.

"Nonsense, when did I find fault with you and quarrel with you, it was obviously because you did the wrong thing first." Song Zhiwei immediately scolded, "If you tell you not to throw socks on the chair, you won't listen, and if you tell you not to put a piece of salt and monosodium glutamate, you won't listen." Don't listen, there are many trivial things, do you want me to tell you one by one?"

Wei Xuan looked at her, "Just keep in this mood, and you won't be reluctant to leave me tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)