Stepmother

    Song Zhaodi woke up suddenly, opened her eyes and saw Zhong Jianguo, very irritable: "Are you sick? Zhong Jianguo, why are you howling in the early morning!"

    "I'm sick? I believe you only when I'm sick." Zhong Jianguo grabbed Song Zhaodi's arm and pulled him up.

    Song Zhaodi was so weak that she was too lazy to quarrel with Zhong Jianguo, so she patted her forehead to wake herself up: "What happened?"

    "See for yourself." Seeing that she was acting stupid, Zhong Jianguo really wanted to slap her and split her head to see what was inside.

    Song Zhaodi followed his fingers and asked subconsciously, "Why is there—" on the sheets ,"You are hurt?"

    Zhong Jianguo was full of anger, and disappeared in a swish: "I'm injured? I'm a man, Song Zhaodi, please see clearly."

    "That's why I'm injured?" Song Zhaodi replied smoothly, and couldn't help blinking, "Impossible. It's not the one who came, right? No, wait, what do you mean?"

    Zhong Jianguo took a deep breath and told himself to be quiet, not to wake up the children next door: "Song Zhaodi, can we stop acting? Can we?!"

    "Wait a minute, let me stroke it first." Song Zhaodi snapped her fingers, "You're not injured, I didn't come, but it's still impossible. Song Zhaodi had **** with her object three times. bed."

    Zhong Jianguo stared at her: "You are telling the truth? Well, does it hurt?"

    "My whole body hurts." Song Zhaodi pointed to her arm, "You pinched." Pointing to her chest, "You gnawed, and here—"

    Zhong Jianguo hurriedly interrupted: "Put on your clothes first, and then put on your clothes." He handed her the shirt.

    Song Zhaodi felt a lot of pain below when she put on her pants, she must have been injured, and her brows were slightly wrinkled: "It's only been two years since this incident, even if this body's ability to recover is extremely strong, it's impossible. Is it like a place?"

    "You ask me, who shall I ask." Zhong Jianguo saw that she was stranger than himself, "You really don't know?"

    Song Zhaodi: "If I knew, no, if she knew, it would have nothing to do with me."

    The Song Zhaodi in front of her is not the original Song Zhaodi, and Zhong Jianguo is convinced of this: "Then think back carefully, is Song Zhaodi imagining that she has slept with that man three times, or is it true that they both had a relationship."

    "It must be true." Song Zhaodi said.

    Zhong Jianguo didn't believe it: "Then can you remember what that man looks like?"

    "Human." Song Zhaodi blurted out, and the whole person was stunned.

    Zhong Jianguo couldn't help holding his forehead when he saw this. The woman was still the same as before: "Don't tell me that man doesn't exist."

    "Existence, existence, I can be sure of this." Song Zhaodi said, "You are not her first man, nor my first man, don't think about beautiful things."

    Zhong Jianguo coughed twice and almost choked to death on his own saliva: "I'm not dreaming, I'm very awake. Think about it again, what is it - wait, it won't be that Can't you be a man?"

    Song Zhaodi gave him a white look: "Three times in my memory, it was dark and blind." Pointing to her body, "She was shy the whole time and didn't dare to look at that man."

    "So, you don't know what's going on?" Zhong Jianguo asked.

    Song Zhaodi thought about it carefully: "It is estimated that it is a short and second shot."

    Zhong Jianguo had a headache: "You can speak more subtly." After a pause, "I wouldn't have asked if I had known."

    Song Zhaodi looked at him with a smile: "Don't ask? Is it time for me to be replaced?"

    Zhong Jianguo didn't understand, and immediately saw Song Zhaodi stretch out her arm, and there were four finger prints on Mai's skin tone arm. Zhong Jianguo rolled over and got out of bed, pulled his shoes, opened the door and ran out, saying, "I'm cooking today."

    Song Zhaodi heard the sound of going downstairs before she stood up. He sighed helplessly, folded the messy wool blanket, opened the window, and went to see if the three children were awake.

    The small building of Zhong’s house faces south. The windows of Song Zhaodi’s and Zhong Jianguo’s rooms face south, next to the living room and stairs. The windows of several children’s rooms face east and the windows of guest rooms face west. There is also a small room in the middle of the big baby's room. Because the window faces north, the sun can't be seen all the year round, giving people a gloomy feeling.

    Song Zhaodi came to the island and put all the household clutter in that room.

    The sun can be seen in the three rooms of the east, west and south, which should be very good, only in winter.

    Song Zhaodi went to the east room, opened the window and the sun came in, Zhong Dawa raised her hand to block her eyes, and the other hand scratched the wool blanket.

    Song Zhaodi shook her head and smiled, handed her hand to the child, and pulled him to sit up.

    Zhong Dawa opened her eyes, looked around in a daze, and met a pair of smiling eyes: "Mother..."

    "Wake up sleepy, wake up my brother later to eat." Song Zhaodi picked up Sanwa and found that the child was not in a diaper. pee. Then came the second baby.

     Dressing the second baby and the third baby, Song Zhaodi found that the baby fell asleep with her head tilted again, and said with a smile, "Da baby, your father is cooking this morning."

    Zhong Dawa rolled over and sat up, looking straight at Song Zhaodi: "What did you say? Mother."

    "I'm not feeling well, your dad said he cooks." Song Zhaodi said, "I haven't gone down yet, and I don't know what to do, maybe scrambled eggs for you. Eggs are laid." The voice fell, and another thumping footsteps were heard, Song Zhaodi smiled helplessly, and went downstairs with the second baby and the third baby who were still sleeping.

    When I went downstairs, I saw the big baby standing at the door of the kitchen in the northeast, and put the two children who had not woken up on the bench, then walked over and asked: "What is your father doing for food? of?"

    "Dad wants to steam eggs for us." Zhong Dawa's face was full of helplessness, "Mother, do we have a lot of eggs?"

    Song Zhaodi: "You three brothers each have one, and there is one left per day. Your father is rarely willing to learn to cook, so let him learn. You can't eat what you cook. I'll cook it for you at noon. delicious."

    "Okay." Zhong Dawa sighed, "You are so used to him." After speaking, she turned and left.

    Pop!

    The egg in Zhong Jianguo's hand fell into the bowl, and the egg shell was attached.

    Song Zhaodi couldn't help holding her forehead and pushed Zhong Jianguo away: "You go to wash rice and cook porridge, and I'll cook."

    Zhong Jianguo looked at his son's back, and then looked at Song Zhaodi, who was busy fishing for egg shells: "Is that what Zhong Dawa said just now?"

    "Does it sound familiar?" Song Zhaodi said, "What do you want to say to me in the future, try not to put it in front of children. They are young now, and they can't tell what they say except cursing. What to say, what not to say.

    "The eldest baby is older, you don't allow him to say it, he can remember. If you don't allow the second baby to say it, he not only can't remember, but he has to chase after you and ask why. I'll wash my face Brush your teeth and you'll pick tomatoes later."

    Zhong Jianguo grabbed two handfuls of rice, turned around and saw Dawa going to the door, tutted, "No need, Dawa went to pick it."

    For a moment, Zhong Dawa walked to Song Zhaodi with four half-red and half-green tomatoes in her clothes, raised her head and said, "Mother, I want to eat snow and bring down the Flame Mountain."

    "Only Guan Gong and Qin Qiong." Song Zhaodi said, "If you don't eat it, eat steamed eggs."

    The child thought for a while: "I don't want rice porridge, I want rice."

    "Tell your dad." Song Zhaodi said, "If you eat rice early in the morning, your dad won't beat you? Zhong Dawa, what do you want to eat in the future, what will I do for you."

    The child snorted, ran to the kitchen and put the tomatoes on the chopping board, glared at Zhong Jianguo, turned and ran out, asking Song Zhaodi to wash his face.

    When the porridge was boiled, Zhong Jianguo came out and asked, "What's wrong with this kid?"

    "Intermittent convulsions." Song Zhaodi said, "I washed last night's clothes and sheets, I guess it will rain in the afternoon."

    It didn't rain in the afternoon. Around three o'clock, Song Zhaodi held Dawa's hand and corrected his pen-holding posture. When she heard Sister Duan calling her, there were guests at home, so hurry out.

    Song Zhaodi went out and saw that there was a little more than 1.7 meters in the door, a spirited old man, an eighteen or nineteen-year-old, about one meter seventy-five, a young man with a white and tender appearance, Song Zhaodi turned back House, put away the malted milk essence and milk powder on the table.

    Zhong Dawa blurted out: "Grandma and grandma are here again?"

    "We'll talk about it later, don't go out." Song Zhaodi took out half of the eggs in the cabinet and put them in the utility room upstairs. He stuffed Zhong Jianguo's money and various tickets into the quilt before going downstairs to open the door.

    Zhong Dawa followed her out, her eyes widened suddenly, and she whispered, "Grandpa, uncle? Why are they here? Mother, what should I do? You can't beat them."

    "They ask us, they dare not hit me." Song Zhaodi saw that there was nothing dazzling in the courtyard, and smiled and went to open the door, "Uncle, Victory, when did you come?"

    Father Zhong: "Just disembarked, Jianguo is not at home?"

    "Going to sea." Song Zhaodi said, "I may have to fight recently, I'm quite busy. Come in."

    Father Zhong glanced at the second-story building, and then at the well-organized yard. Rao heard Zhao Yin say it, and when he saw it with his own eyes, he couldn't help but envy: "You guys are so nice here."

    "It's very good." Song Zhaodi said, "However, Jianguo took his life in exchange. Jianguo said that the conscription will only start in September, why did you come so early?"

    Father Zhong frowned: "No? I'll come to my son's house, I can come whenever I want."

    Song Zhaodi sneered in her heart, and never saw you so arrogant in front of Zhao Yin: "I didn't mean that. The main reason is that you didn't send a telegram in advance, the room, the bed. , haven't been cleaned up yet."

    "These are the children of Jianguo?" Father Zhong noticed the three unequally tall children beside the bench, "Why don't they call people? They don't understand a little politeness."

    Song Zhaodi's eyelids twitched and her face pulled down: "I probably haven't seen you before. Big baby, second baby, third baby, this is your grandfather, this is your uncle. It's normal that you haven't met. , Your father was kicked out of the house by your grandfather when he was in his teens."

    Father Zhong's face changed suddenly: "Song Zhaodi?!"

    "I can hear." Out of the corner of Song Zhaodi's eyes, she noticed that Zhong Shengli's face was flushed, embarrassed and angry, and pretended not to see, "Isn't what I said true?"

    Father Zhong choked.

    Song Zhaodi did not object to Zhong Shengli's joining the army, but she thought of Zhong Jianguo opening the back door and placing him in the People's Army? Not to mention Zhong Jianguo disagrees, even if Zhong Jianguo agrees, Song Zhaodi also disagrees.

    Even if Zhong Shengli was very good, since Zhao Yin was his mother, Song Zhaodi would not leave Zhong Shengli by Zhong Jianguo's side: "Uncle, what did you think of Jianguo before, I don't need to tell you, in your heart Like a mirror.

    "You wrote to Jianguo saying that you would send Victory over. Jianguo told me about this. He said Victory wanted to be a soldier, so he honestly returned to Binhai to join the army under the name."

    "I won't tell you." Father Zhong sat down and took Zhong Shengli to sit down, "I'll tell him when Jianguo comes back."

    Song Zhaodi sighed: "Did my cousin go back and tell you how much Jianguo is here, so you decided to send victory over?"

    Father Zhong turned his head to look outside, gave Song Zhaodi a side face, and looked straight at her without looking directly at her.

    Song Zhaodi clicked: "Okay, then wait for Jianguo to come back."