Stepmother

    Zhong Jianguo choked for a moment, and was reluctant to say duplicity: "Then, then sleep on the chair. Anyway, I have slept for a week, and it is not a day or two away."

    "Dad coward." Erwa made a face at Zhong Jianguo.

    Zhong Jianguo raised his hand and slapped him on the back of the head: "Don't intervene in the matter between me and your mother." Turning to Song Zhaodi, "Mr. Song, shall I sleep for another night?"

    Song Zhaodi shook her head and stretched out three fingers: "Three months!"

    Zhong Jianguo's face changed suddenly, he opened his mouth and wanted to refute, he noticed that Song Zhaodi was very serious, it didn't seem like he was joking with him, he couldn't believe it: "How about some clothes?"

    "This time, it's Mrs. Chen and Zhou Shufen. Tomorrow, Aunt Liu will take another piece of cloth. The day after tomorrow, your commander's wife will take another piece of cloth. In a few days, the political commissar of Lu and the wife of the Zhang government will also call me. Do I make clothes or not?" Song Zhaodi asked, "I want to make clothes for Lin Zhong again tomorrow, and ask me to cut the fabric, should I refuse or not?"

    Zhong Jianguo choked and said with a guilty conscience, "It won't be so serious, will it?"

    "What do you think?" Song Zhaodi asked rhetorically.

    Zhong Jianguo felt that Song Zhaodi was too exaggerated. But based on his understanding of Song Zhaodi, the more he explained at this time, the more angry she would become: "I think it is possible."

    "And then what?" Song Zhaodi continued to ask.

    Zhong Jianguo coughed lightly: "Sleep on a bench for three months."

    "Mother, are you angry?" Zhong Dawa asked timidly.

    Song Zhaodi: "Tell your father to explain it to you."

    Zhong Jianguo sat down, beckoned to a few children, looked at Song Zhaodi, saw Song Zhaodi pick up the soles of the shoes in the sewing basket and began to put the soles, without opening his eyes to see him, quite absent, put Sanwa He put it on his lap and started to say: "Your mother has to take care of the three babies every day, cook, and sometimes make clothes for you and mend them. It can be said that she is very, very tired.

    "If anyone comes to our house with a cloth in the future, tell them that your mother has no time. When you go out to play, someone asks your mother if she is busy, and you also have to say that your mother is very busy. busy."

    "Then you told Lin Zhong to go home to get the cloth?" Zhong Dawa asked rhetorically.

    Zhong Jianguo took a breath and looked at Song Zhaodi subconsciously. Seeing her bowing her head to **** up the soles of her shoes, she coughed lightly: "Dad didn't think that at the time, Dad was wrong, so your mother punished me to sleep in a chair."

    "I, I promised Ma Zhenxing and asked my mother to make clothes for him, I was wrong?" Zhong Dawa blinked and tentatively said, "Do I have to sleep in a chair too? dad."

    Zhong Jianguo patted his head: "Dad slept for you. But, there is no next time."

    "No next time." Zhong Dawa nodded, looked at Zhong Jianguo, then at Song Zhaodi, hesitated for a while, ran to Song Zhaodi, and whispered, "Mother, I was wrong. "

    Song Zhaodi's hand paused for a while: "I forgive you for thinking that you are the first offender."

    "Thank you, mother." Zhong Dawa was overjoyed, "What do you have for dinner?"

    Song Zhaodi raised her head and smiled slightly: "Your dad said he cooks at night."

    "Yes, I cook, you can eat whatever you want, just order it." Zhong Jianguo didn't wait for his sons to speak, and said first, "Your mother is tired from making clothes, let your mother rest. rest."

    Zhong Dawa turned to Song Zhaodi: "Mother..."

    "I have to make shoes for you." Song Zhaodi said, "If I hadn't made clothes for others, I would have already made your shoes."

    What Zhong Dawa wanted to say got stuck in her throat, she pursed her lips, and turned to Zhong Jianguo: "What will Dad do?"

    Zhong Jianguo suddenly felt short of breath: "...Is it so bad for me to cook?"

    "Yes." Erwa blurted out.

    Zhong Jianguo's chest was blocked.

    Deserved! Song Zhaodi scolded her heart and said, "I'm not very hungry, don't cook for me, I'll just have some food."

    Zhong Jianguo's heart was not blocked, and he became tired: "You are angry with me, there is no need to make fun of your body."

    "No." Song Zhaodi said, "I just have no appetite."

    Zhong Jianguo opened his mouth and told Erwa to look at Sanwa: "I'll go pick some vegetables."

    "Dad, lettuce is all you need." Zhong Dawa has no confidence in Zhong Jianguo's craftsmanship, so let him do it randomly, it is better to let him cook the dishes he has cooked before.

    Zhong Jianguo heard what Dawa said, and knew what Dawa was thinking. He felt tight in his chest and short of breath, and regretted finding trouble for Song Zhaodi.

    The night temperature of Wengzhou Island in April was 13 or 14 degrees. When Zhong Jianguo slept at night, his feet were hanging outside, and the quilt would not catch cold if the quilt leaked.

    Because of this, Song Zhaodi dared to drive an active soldier to sleep on the bench.

    The bench of Zhong's family is made of pieces of wood connected, and there is a large gap between the wooden strips, which caused Zhong Jianguo to lay a thin quilt on the chair and wake up overnight. There were sleep marks all over the arms, legs and back.

    The weather is hot these days, but Zhong Jianguo is afraid that his comrades will see the marks on his body, so he always wears a long coat.

    Waking up the next day, Zhong Jianguo stared at the closed door, afraid that he would really have to sleep on a bench for another three months, thought for a moment, put on his short sleeves, and ran to the camp.

    Song Zhaodi woke up and found that Zhong Jianguo was not there, thinking that Zhong Jianguo was angry, instead of leaving home for breakfast, she went to the canteen in the camp.

    Zhong Jianguo arrived at the army training area and went straight to the cafeteria.

    The officer on duty yesterday was very surprised to see Zhong Jianguo, so he asked from a distance, "Header Zhong didn't go home yesterday?"

    "Go home." Zhong Jianguo said, "I haven't started cooking at home yet, I'll be in a hurry later, eat a good meal and deal with things."

    Ma Zhonghua, who was having a meal, glanced at him and watched Zhong Jianguo go to cook. He couldn't help but say to his political commissar, "Do you think Zhong Jianguo is weird?"

    The other party glanced in Zhong Jianguo's direction: "I don't think so. Colonel Zhong used to come to the cafeteria to eat often. It's normal."

    "When his first daughter-in-law was still alive, Headmaster Zhong often came to the cafeteria to eat. Sometimes he even brought it home from the cafeteria." Ma Zhonghua whispered, "Since he married This one is hard to come once a month.

    "I heard that boy from my family Zhenxing said that Teacher Xiao Song's cooking is very delicious, and Colonel Zhong did not eat the home's food, and would eat a big pot of rice with us, do you still think it's normal?"

    The other party smiled, and when Zhong Jianguo came back from his meal, he shouted to Zhong Jianguo: "This way, Captain Zhong." Then he whispered, "If you want to know anything, ask yourself, but I don't know. Ask for you."

    Ma Zhonghua swallowed the food in his mouth, waited for Zhong Jianguo to sit down, and asked, "Master Zhong, why is your family eating so late today?"

    "It wasn't too early to eat before." Zhong Jianguo glanced at him, his interest was not high, and his expression was light.

    Ma Zhonghua looked at his watch, at 7:40, the Ping Zhong family had already eaten at this time. After all, the children have to go to school, and Song Zhaodi also has to go to class, "Leader Zhong, it will not be with Xiao Song. Did the teacher quarrel?"

    "Can't the rice stop your mouth?" Zhong Jianguo glared at him, pretended to be angry, and left with the rice.

    Ma Zhonghua subconsciously reached out and pulled him: "Just kidding, Kai-Zhong, what's on your arm?"

    Zhong Jianguo moved in his heart, pretending to be calm: "Nothing."

    "Sit down, sit down." Ma Zhonghua held down Zhong Jianguo and prevented him from slipping away.

    The year Zhong Jianguo enlisted in the army, just in time for Ma Zhonghua's promotion, and the two had the same military rank. At that time, Ma Zhonghua had been a soldier for almost seven years. As a result, Ma Zhonghua was particularly impressed by the recruit Zhong Jianguo, and he felt that he should be on an equal footing with himself.

    Before the rank was cancelled, the two had the same rank, but Zhong Jianguo became the regimental commander in the second year, and his salary was higher than him. Ma Zhonghua was very unhappy.

    The appointment of who will be the head of the military region is the decision of the head of the military region. Ma Zhonghua is not happy and does not dare to make trouble. I usually hope that Zhong Jianguo will be unlucky, the regiment leader will be removed, and he will be replaced.

    Ma Zhonghua didn't get too angry, he felt that God was partial.

     Bai Hua died on the street, leaving behind three children, Ma Zhonghua secretly had fun for several days. Later, I met Zhong Jianguo and brought Song Zhaodi back. Seeing that Song Zhaodi was dark and earthy, I once laughed at Zhong Jianguo in my heart. You have today too!

    The news that Song Zhaodi was a college student spread throughout the family hospital, and Ma Zhonghua couldn't laugh.

    Being a teacher at school and teaching English in junior high school, Ma Zhonghua couldn't help but envy Zhong Jianguo. His son Ma Zhenxing played with Zhong Dawa, and Ma Zhonghua never stopped him, but every time Ma Zhenxing returned home, he would ask Ma Zhenxing about the Zhong family.

    Zhong Dawa seldom brings her friends home, and rarely mentions family affairs. Ma Zhenxing and Zhong Dawa only care about playing when they are together, and can tell his father, except Zhong What delicious food is there at home, and there is nothing nearby.

    Ma Zhonghua was not reconciled, he stared at Zhong Jianguo when he had nothing to do, and wanted to see Zhong Jianguo's jokes. He was finally caught by him today, just in case Zhong Jianguo ran away, so he hooked his shoulders, from the back, the two of them had a very good relationship: "Sleep in the chair last night?"

    "No." Zhong Jianguo glanced at him, this old horse has become the head of the regiment, why is it still this virtue, watching the fun is not a big deal.

    Ma Zhonghua tore off his shirt, and the marks on his back were even more serious, as if someone had been beaten with a wooden board: "Captain Zhong, is this okay?"

    Zhong Jianguo broke his hand, tucked his short sleeves into his trousers, and frowned: "What are you doing, old horse?!"

    "Headmaster Zhong, did you really quarrel with Teacher Song?" Ma Zhonghua's government affairs could not help but ask when he saw the marks on Zhong Jianguo's back, "Why? Do you want my wife to persuade me? Master Song."

    Zhong Jianguo said coldly, "No need. Lao Ma's daughter-in-law visits our house twice less, and nothing happens."

    "What does it have to do with my daughter-in-law?" Seeing that he was leaving again, Ma Zhonghua quickly grabbed him, "Zhong Jianguo, you must make this clear today."

    Zhong Jianguo put down his chopsticks: "You want to say yes? Okay, let's make it clear. My daughter-in-law not only has to take care of the children, wash and cook, but also have to attend classes every day. If you don't go to dinner, your daughter-in-law still takes a cloth and asks my daughter-in-law to make clothes for your two children.

    "Yesterday I was busy making clothes for your two sons and forgot to prepare for class. At ten o'clock in the evening, I prepared for class and was ready to go to bed. The third one woke up again. Not sleepy, ask my wife to accompany him Play. My daughter-in-law was angry and pushed me to the bench. Do you think it has anything to do with your daughter-in-law?"

    Ma Zhonghua opened his mouth: "Then, Teacher Song can forget about such a big thing as lesson preparation. She has a bad memory, so why blame my wife? Zhong Jianguo, you are unreasonable. what."

    "Old Ma, it means you are wrong."

    Ma Zhonghua froze in his heart, turned to look, and got up quickly: "Master? Your family didn't cook in the morning."

    "I went out for a meeting with the commander yesterday afternoon and came back overnight." Master Liu said, "I haven't even bothered to drink a sip of water since yesterday."

    Zhong Jianguo quickly moved a stool: "Master, sit down."

    "Old Ma, I have to criticize you." Master Liu always felt that Zhong Jianguo could marry Song Zhaodi because Zhong Jianguo had accumulated great virtue in his previous life. These days, watching the three children of the Zhong family eat fat, and dress more energetically than the children of other families, he would talk to Sister-in-law Duan when he had time, that in the future his daughter-in-law would be half as virtuous as Song Zhaodi, and he would be content.

    Master Liu can't see Zhong Jianguo being bad to Song Zhaodi, let alone others say her, "You say that Comrade Song Zhaodi has no conscience. Old Ma, even if Comrade Song Zhaodi forgets to prepare lessons, it is her own reason. If you don't make clothes for your child, I don't think she will forget to prepare for lessons."

    Ma Zhonghua nodded again and again: "Master is right, I didn't expect that, I, I will meet Teacher Song tomorrow, and I will definitely apologize to her."

    Master Liu gave him a deep look: "There is no need to apologize. Xiao Song is a generous person and won't care about you. I criticize you because you are a regiment commander and a soldier. Our example, lead by example in everything.”

    "Yes yes yes." Ma Zhonghua nodded again and again, "I will deeply examine myself."

    Zhong Jianguo felt that he was almost done, so he coughed lightly: "Master, let's eat."

    Master Liu criticized Ma Zhonghua in front of many officers and soldiers, and it spread throughout the training area within half a day.

    In the evening, when Head Lin came home and chatted with his family, he couldn't help but talk about it, mainly because Ma Zhonghua was a little unconscience, and their family couldn't learn from Ma Zhonghua.

    The next day, in the afternoon, the eldest child and the second child were at school, and the third child slept. When Song Zhaodi was free, she cut off all the chives and planned to make dumplings filled with chives.

    Sister Chen came back from get off work and saw Dawa leading Sanwa to play in the yard, so she shouted, "Dawa, where is your mother?"

    "I'm making dumplings." Dawa pointed to the room, "Mother, Mother Lin is looking for you, come out soon."

    Sister Chen quickly came out of the house.

    Song Zhaodi came out of the room with face all over her hands. Seeing that Sister Chen had just arrived at the door, she greeted her without washing her hands: "What is Sister Chen looking for from me?"

    "It's all right." Sister Chen said, "I heard from our old Lin that you forgot to prepare lessons in order to make clothes for the two children of the Ma family. I just thought that you are usually very busy and should not ask you for help. Lin Zhong is making clothes, and I want to say thank you."

    "The main thing was that there were a lot of things that day, and Sanwa was still making trouble. I was busy coaxing him to forget about preparing for the lesson. It's not all blame for the clothes and the forgetfulness."

    "If the Ma family doesn't ask you to make clothes, you must not forget it." Sister Chen said.

    Song Zhaodi smiled and said: "Everyone knows about this, Ma Zhenxing's mother will be embarrassed to find me in the future. Besides, the clothes are simple, Ma Zhenxing's mother can make it by looking at it. You don't need to find me again. Sister-in-law, there are still dumplings waiting in the pot, so I won't tell you."

    "You are busy, you are busy." Sister Chen waved her hand.

    Zhong Dawa looked at Sister Chen's back, then at his mother, and led Sanwa: "Let's go back to the house." When he got inside, he asked, "Mother, mother in the forest what does it mean?"

    Song Zhaodi snorted: "The ghost knows what she wants to say."

    "Big baby, second baby, is there anyone at home?"

    Song Zhaodi rolled her eyes: "I can't help but talk."

    "It's Ma Zhenxing's mother." Dawa said quickly, "Mother, I said you weren't here."

    Song Zhaodi: "Our door is not closed, there must be someone at home." As he walked out, he said, "At home, there is someone at home, come in."

    Zhou Shufen was carrying the basket and saw Song Zhaodi smiling, she was very embarrassed: "Listen to our old horse, you forgot to prepare lessons in order to make clothes for the two children. Teacher Song, I'm really sorry. ."

    "It's okay." Song Zhaodi sighed, "Zhong Jianguo's big mouth, how can such a thing be known to everyone."

    A trace of discomfort flashed on Zhou Shufen's face: "Our old horse forced Head Zhong to say it. By the way, the cucumbers in the family have grown up, and I heard from Zhenxing that the eldest baby and the second baby like it very much. Eat, I'll pick a few for you." As he spoke, he handed the basket to Song Zhaodi.

    Song Zhaodi was surprised when she saw that there were seven or eight cucumbers: "Why are there so many? When did your cucumbers be planted?"

     "First plant in a pot, and then move it to the yard when the weather is warm." Zhou Shufen said.

    Song Zhaodi: "Then I'll put it in the house, wait for me." Put the cucumbers in the kitchen, think about it, and pick a dozen or so steamed dumplings that were just steamed and still in the pot before they were taken out. , put a full bowl in the basket and hand it to Zhou Shufen.

    Zhou Shufen was surprised: "Mr. Song, what are you doing? I can't ask for it."

    "Food for the children, not for you." Song Zhaodi said, "I do a lot today."

    Zhou Shufen sighed: "If I knew you were so polite, I wouldn't give you cucumbers. What's this called, come and take your things." But thinking of the two children She liked to eat what Song Zhaodi made, but Zhou Shufen didn't return it, "Thank you, Teacher Song."

    "Mother, I think Ma Zhenxing's mother is very good." Zhong Dawa watched Zhou Shufen walk away, and ran to tell Song Zhaodi.

    Song Zhaodi looked at the tender big cucumber: "It's very good, I'll make an earth-shattering dish for you later."