Where Our Marriage Goes

Yingxue was awakened by the crackling sound of firecrackers. She opened her eyes and looked at her mobile phone. It was already 7:05 in the morning, and her pillow was already empty. Qin Zhiyuan always insisted on getting up at more than 6:00, even if it was new year's Eve.

Yingxue rubbed her eyes, then slowly sat up from the bed. She yawned, put on her coat, picked up her mobile phone and brushed her microblog for a while before she was ready to dress and go to the ground.

At the moment, Qin Zhiyuan is busy making breakfast in the kitchen.

Yingxue hasn't been in the kitchen since they got married. Even in the kitchen, she's just fighting people. She is not so good at cooking. Her mother is responsible for cooking at home. Qin Zhiyuan is here, and Yingxue is happy to be free.

Breakfast is already on the table. Xiaoruhua hasn't got up yet. Yingxue hurried to the room to hurry up; "Get up and have dinner. When you're ready, let's go back to grandma's house."

"Mom; I have a headache." the little girl said pitifully.

Yingxue puts her hand on her picturesque forehead; "Baby, you seem to have a fever. Wait for me to test your temperature."

Yingxue hurriedly finds a thermometer to measure xiaoruhua's temperature. As expected, she has a fever of more than 38 degrees.

"Last night was not good. Why did you suddenly have a fever?" Qin Zhiyuan asked anxiously.

Yingxue said; "I don't know what's going on in the past two years. I always have a fever. There was no sign before. The doctor said that her physique was too bad and she had no immunity."

Qin Zhiyuan didn't say much, so he asked Yingxue to dress Xiao Ruhua, and then went straight to the clinic near the community.

Although it is new year's Eve, there are still doctors on duty in the clinic.

After the doctor carefully diagnosed xiaoruhua, he was ready to prescribe medicine, but Yingxue proposed to give xiaoruhua a hanging needle.

When the doctor saw that his parents asked for a hanging needle, he hesitated slightly. He was going to promise Qin Zhiyuan, but he hurried out to stop him; "First prescribe some antipyretic medicine, and then give a hanging needle if it doesn't work."

Yingxue is worried when Qin Zhiyuan advises the doctor not to give her daughter an injection but to prescribe medicine; "It's more than thirty-eight degrees. How can I not have a hanging needle? I have to have an injection."

"The doctors say that taking medicine can reduce the fever. We don't need to take hanging needles. Injecting too many antibiotics is not good for people's health." Qin Zhiyuan, who has always been obedient to Yingxue, showed a very clear position this time.

"If painting only has a fever of about 37 degrees, we can take medicine to reduce the fever. Now it's more than 38 degrees. How can we reduce the fever without a hanging needle? Qin Zhiyuan, you are an adult. You have strong resistance. You can take medicine, but painting is still a child. Her resistance is very poor." Yingxue said solemnly.

Qin Zhiyuan said, "you underestimate the resistance of painting. If she takes a hanging needle as soon as she has a fever, her resistance will get worse and worse."

Yingxue doesn't listen to Qin Zhiyuan at all. She still insists on giving xiaoruhua a hanging needle, but Qin Zhiyuan refuses. The two argue in the clinic. This is the first time they have had such a fierce dispute since they got married or grew up.

Seeing mom and dad quarreling, Xiao Ruhua was busy among them; "Mom and Dad, don't quarrel. I want to listen to the doctor's uncle and take medicine first."

The couple also realized that it was inappropriate to quarrel in a place like the clinic. They both shut up and saw that they didn't quarrel. The doctor began to prescribe medicine.

After returning home, Yingxue's anger still didn't disappear. She poured water first, looked at xiaoruhua, took the medicine, and then dragged Qin Zhiyuan to the bedroom.

"Qin Zhiyuan; how can you do this? Emotional painting is not your own, so you --" Yingxue was interrupted by Qin Zhiyuan before she finished her words; "Xiaoxue, how can you think so? Although painting is not my own, I love her wholeheartedly. I insist that the doctor do not give me hanging needles for her good. Why children today have such poor resistance is because they have been used too many antibiotics since childhood. Xiaoxue, I can think whatever you think. In short, my persistence has no selfishness, Just to draw well. "

Qin Zhiyuan was really angry. After he dropped his words, he left the bedroom angrily.

After calming down slowly, Yingxue also realizes that what she just said is really inappropriate. Qin Zhiyuan is really sincere to Xiao Ruhua. How can she misinterpret him?

She knows she's wrong, but Yingxue doesn't want to apologize to Qin Zhiyuan.

Although she is already the child's mother, Yingxue still has the pride of the eldest lady.

After xiaoruhua took medicine and slept, his fever completely subsided.

Yingxue breathed a long sigh of relief when she saw that the little girl's fever had subsided.

The cell phone in the bedroom rings. Yingxue hurriedly runs to pick it up. It's Lu's mother who urges them to hurry home and go to the cemetery together.

There is a custom in Yingxue's hometown. On New Year's Eve, she goes to visit the tomb of her dead close relatives.

"My parents asked us to hurry home to the cemetery." Yingxue was very careful when talking to Qin Zhiyuan because she was unjustifiable.

Qin Zhiyuan, um, said nothing else.

Qin Zhiyuan is still angry with Yingxue. He can stand all kinds of unreasonable troubles of Yingxue. However, he can't stand the other party questioning his sincerity.

Xiaoruhua is very wrong to see her parents' look. Xiaoruhua has learned to observe words, colors and ponder things.

Small as a picture, he gently held Qin Zhiyuan's clothes and said weakly; "Dad, don't be angry with your mother. You know, she has a bad temper. Just let her."

Qin Zhiyuan gently touched his picturesque head and said in a soft voice; "Don't worry, baby, Dad won't be angry with mom. Put on your shoes and let's go back to grandma's house."

More than ten minutes later, a family of three returned to Lu's house.

As soon as I entered the door, my mother asked how you came so late. I didn't say you came early.

Without waiting for the two adults to talk, Xiao Ruhua hurried forward to explain; "Grandma, I'm sorry. My parents came late because I suddenly had a fever. I'm all right now. I can go to the grave with you."

Hearing that the little girl's hair burned the hearts of the two old people, they immediately pulled up and hurriedly asked the little girl to make sure that her fever had subsided. The two old people were relieved.

Then Yingxue prepares sacrifices with Lu's mother. When everything is ready, Yingxue and Qin Zhiyuan accompany Lu's father to the cemetery, while Lu's mother and Xiao Ruhua stay at home.

Lu's grandparents were buried in a large cemetery in the suburbs.

Qin Zhiyuan's grandparents also slept in the cemetery.

Qin Zhiyuan, Yingxue and Lu's father first worshipped the two old people of the Lu family, and then the couple went there to worship the two old people of the Qin family.

After the worship, when I planned to leave, I didn't expect to meet Qin's father and Qin Zhiming.

Father and son came here to visit the tomb of the Qin family's old master and wife. They were not surprised to see Qin Zhiyuan and Yingxue. Grandpa and grandma are so important in Qin Zhiyuan's heart. Today, he is bound to bring Yingxue to greet the two old people.

"Dad, Zhiming, you've come to pay a visit to Grandpa and grandma's grave too." Yingxue takes the first step to say hello to his father and son, but Qin Zhiyuan keeps standing still. The cold wind has messed up his hair, and his face is dignified from beginning to end.

Master Qin said gently; "Xiaoxue, Zhiyuan; I didn't expect you to come so early."

Qin Zhiming just called Yingxue's sister-in-law, and then walked towards his grandparents' tomb. When passing Qin Zhiyuan, he politely called big brother, and Qin Zhiyuan just nodded at him.

Qin Zhiyuan and Qin Zhiming are a pair of brothers who are about two years away. They have never really sat down to talk and drink a cup of tea because of their half mother's gratitude and resentment.

Qin Zhiyuan resents Qin Zhiming for taking away his father's love and warm family, while Qin Zhiming is afraid that Qin Zhiyuan will go home and compete for his family property.

Mr. Qin has been doing business in the sea for more than 30 years and has accumulated a large family business. At present, the company has Qin Zhiming in charge, but the old man hopes that Qin Zhiyuan can come back and inherit his position, because Qin Zhiyuan's calmness, prudence and wisdom are beyond the reach of Qin Zhiming, a dandy.

Master Qin took a few steps and came to Qin Zhiyuan; "Your grandparents must be very pleased to see you with Xiaoxue."

Qin Zhiyuan said faintly, of course.

"Zhiyuan; you're celebrating the new year at Lu's house today. Tomorrow, take Xiaoxue and painting home. Let's have a reunion dinner." in front of his son, old Qin looks very humble, like a defendant who made a mistake.

Qin Zhiyuan said faintly; "Let's talk about it then. Go to the grave for your grandparents. We have to go back."

Before the voice fell, Qin Zhiyuan bypassed the old man, and then strode forward directly. His steps were so determined.

Yingxue looks back at the old man standing in the cold wind silently watching his son go away. She is slightly sad.

"Dad, brother Zhiyuan and I left first. It's cold today. You and Zhiming should go back quickly after going to the grave." Yingxue said softly.

Master Qin nodded to Yingxue; "Xiaoxue; I hope you can go home with Zhiyuan tomorrow. Let's have a reunion dinner and take a picture of the whole family."

"Dad, I'll try my best to persuade brother Zhiyuan. If he refuses, I can't help it. You gave birth to his son. You must know his temper better than me." Yingxue can't guarantee that she can move Qin Zhiyuan, so she leaves room in front of the old man.

Master Qin sighed deeply and said faintly; "I know, I know. Go, Xiaoxue. Zhiyuan is still waiting for you."

Yingxue didn't talk to Qin Zhiyuan immediately after she got back to the car. In front of her, she couldn't help showing old Qin's face full of vicissitudes, as well as the desolation and desire for warmth in her eyes.

Qin Zhiyuan has been concentrating on driving, and his eyebrows have been stretching from beginning to end.

The atmosphere in the car was a little depressed.

Old man Lu took out a cigarette and lighter from his pocket and lit it. He took a hard breath and slowly spit out the smoke ring. A strong smell of tobacco began to diffuse in the car.

Yingxue frowns slightly and says angrily; "Dad, why are you smoking again? I'll go home and tell my mother."

The old man took a few strong breaths, and then put out the cigarette; "I think the car is a little stuffy, so take a SIP to relieve it."

"Zhiyuan; can't you accept your father yet?" the old man asked tentatively.

Qin Zhiyuan slowed down a little before answering; "Accept or not accept him is my father."

The old man snorted; "What nonsense you're talking about. Your father was so hateful when he was young, but now he's old and useless. Don't worry about his increasingly useless share. People, at our age, we pay more and more attention to family affection. You refuse to accept him and go home for dinner. It's a fatal torture for the old man, is it Just more. "

"Yes, brother Zhiyuan, I think we'll take the painting back to the Qin family tomorrow to have dinner with dad. We're just having dinner, not selling ourselves there." Yingxue urged.

Facing the persuasion of his father and daughter, Qin Zhiyuan never said a word.

Old man Lu sighed helplessly at the back of his son-in-law's head; "You are really a pithy stone!"

"Dad, how can you say that about your son-in-law? If you say that in the future, I'll ignore you." Yingxue said angrily.

Master Lu said with a smile; "You stinky girl, you were raised by my excrement and urine. Why do you blame your elbows outward?"

"I don't have elbows facing out. It's natural for me to protect my husband." Yingxue said with a smile.

Master Lu snorted, pretending to be angry and looked down.

Listening to the happy joke of father and daughter, Qin Zhiyuan envied it. He had never experienced such warmth.

After returning home, Lu's mother saw Qin Zhiyuan's face was not very good, so she quietly asked Yingxue Zhiyuan what happened. She seemed very unhappy.

Yingxue simply talks about meeting old Qin and Qin Zhiming in the cemetery.

"So it is. No wonder Zhiyuan's face is so ugly. Please comfort him," said Lu's mother.

Yingxue drinks a glass of water and goes to the room.

At the moment, Qin Zhiyuan is standing in front of the window, silently looking out of the window in a daze. The warm sun shines on his angular face. Even in the bright sun, his face has become melancholy into snow.

Yingxue gently hugs Qin Zhiyuan from behind; "Mr. Qin, I know you're still angry with me. I know I shouldn't quarrel with you in the clinic, let alone say that to you when I get home. I really have no intention. I know you are sincere about painting. I was too anxious at that time. Every time I got sick, I would lose my sense of propriety and become unreasonable. Maybe it was too difficult for the child to come, So everything about her affects my most sensitive nerve. "

Qin Zhiyuan didn't expect Yingxue to apologize to herself for what happened before. It's not easy for her to do this with her temperament.

It took Qin Zhiyuan a long time to speak; "I'm not angry with you. I know you have no intention. Xiaoxue; I know you want me to make up with the old man, but I can't. I just want to keep a distance from my biological parents. I hope you can respect my choice."