This psychologist is weird

Chapter 208 Husband
Chen Lun's eyes were calm, and they fell in front of him. The scene in the main room in front of him was naturally reflected in his eyes.

Beside him, Shu Rou was also staring forward, observing the surrounding environment from time to time, while Rao Chang was wondering what to think about again.

In the main room, under the dim light, there is a square table,
Around the square table, three figures sat,

A woman who already looks 30 years old, five 60-year-old women, and a 60-year-old farmer.

The old farmer was holding a noodle bowl in his hand, and was picking up noodles with chopsticks.

The old woman also held a noodle bowl in her hand, picked up some seasoning bottles that had been placed beside the table, added some seasonings to the noodles, and mixed them with chopsticks.

The woman was stunned, her eyes were distracted, and she sat quietly on the stool.

No one spoke, but the noodle bowls in the hands of the old woman and the old farmer lingered some mist towards the lamp, and the mist cast some vague shadows on the table.

"Here, eat."

He handed the bowl of seasoned noodles in his hand, together with the chopsticks, to the woman.
The old woman was still the same as before, smiling and talking to the woman, but when she laughed, there were inevitably some wrinkles on her face.

The woman stared at the old woman in a daze, her eyes were distracted, she raised her hand,

"Take it and eat it, keep warm."

The old woman said with a smile to the woman, leaned the bowl to the woman's outstretched hand,

The woman seemed to understand, holding the noodle bowl,

The old woman smiled, and then stuffed the chopsticks into the woman's hand,
The woman held the chopsticks, picked up the noodles, and ate in a daze, the eyes in her eye sockets were still dull.

The old woman watched the woman eat the noodles, then sat back up again, picked up her own bowl of noodles,
Take the seasoning on the side and put it away,

Outside the house, a gust of cold wind blows into the house through the gap that half-closed the door, pushing the stool behind the door further away,

The old woman got up again to close the door, and walked past Chen Lun and the other three.

"pat..."

Behind the old woman came some slight bumps,

The old woman paused, closed the door, and turned around again.

At the dining table, the woman was eating noodles, suddenly raised her hand, and threw the chopsticks on the ground,

With his hand still raised, he was staring blankly at the chopsticks lying on the ground.

"It's okay, let's eat."

The old woman walked back, picked up the chopsticks on the ground, wiped them,
Standing up, he handed the unused pair of chopsticks on his bowl to the woman.

The woman took it, then stared blankly again, and ate quietly.

On the other hand, the old farmer put down his noodle bowl, got up and went to the kitchen to get a pair of clean chopsticks, and handed them to the old woman.

"Old man."

The old woman took the chopsticks and put the dirty pair of chopsticks aside, but didn't continue to eat.

The old farmer who sat back, heard the old woman's call, raised his head to look at the old woman,
"You said that we are not too young at the age of two. What if we wait for us... to comfort her?"

The old woman sat back and asked.

Listening, the old farmer paused for a while, then picked up the noodle bowl in front of him, picked it up, and after taking a bite, he paused again,

"Strive to live a few more years... don't dare to die too early."

The old farmer raised his head while talking, and looked at his daughter again.

The woman was holding the chopsticks and was staring blankly, eating quietly, but she would stop and eat from time to time, her eyes seemed to be out of focus, her eyes were loose,

"She's so stupid... I'm afraid she won't be able to live without us."

The old farmer said something again, paused for a while, then lowered his head and picked up the noodles in the bowl to eat.

"I still want to find someone who can take care of her. When we get old, she will have a place to stay."

The old woman sat down and spoke again to the old farmer.

The old farmer ate the noodles again, paused for a while, did not raise his head,

"Who wants to..."

"Yan Chengde in the village is the lame bamboo craftsman. He is almost 40 years old and has not yet married."

"Although he is much older than our children, and his legs and feet are somewhat inconvenient, he still has a skill, and he is from the same village. It is good to know the basics and know the people."

The old woman said aloud, then looked back at her daughter, her eyes were a little red again,
"I don't ask either. After our daughter married, he took care of her so meticulously. I just hope that he can show some affection. After we both go, Anle can have a meal and live. Can have a home back.

I'm afraid that there is no one in our house, and Anle doesn't know where to go. "

The old woman's eyes became redder as she spoke.

The old farmer was silent, picked up the noodles in the bowl and ate again, without saying a word.

"...A few years ago, I thought about taking her with me when we left. But these years, if she can live, I should let her continue to live."

"She is still a human being, a living being."

As the old woman spoke, there were already some muddy tears in her eyes, and she looked at her daughter again,

"Anle, baby, you can't live..."

With some crying, the old woman asked with red eyes.

The woman just stopped her chopsticks and stared blankly at the old woman without saying a word.
"...If it works, find someone for her."

The old farmer ate a few more mouthfuls of noodles, then raised his head and looked at his daughter,

"My daughter, for sure, I still want to live..."

The old farmer spoke aloud, then paused,

"When the time comes, buy some dowry for her with the money I've saved in the house over the years... I hope I can think more of it."

"Eh."

The old woman nodded and answered, her eyes were still red, she looked at her daughter again, and said aloud,

"Girl, mom will find you a husband's house, will you get married? Will you marry..."

"You, once you get married, someone will take care of you... Marriage is easy, mother taught you how to do it, just do it..."

The old couple had been sad all their lives, but they always said it was easy to their daughter.

In the voice of the old woman,

The surrounding scene changed rapidly.

There are also some voices, which are changing here, and they don't know where they sounded, and they reach the ears of Chen Lun and the others.

"...Chengde, I don't miss how thoughtful and considerate you are in taking care of Anle. My daughter is a fool, but she can do a lot of things. You can do whatever you want. If you need her to work, just let her do it. work.

We only hope that you will think of some affection. We will take good care of Anle when you are at home. Thinking of her is also a life... Don't beat her, don't hurt her, give her something to eat, let her There is a home that can go back and let her live... I just hope that you will read some love..."

In a voice almost begging,

The surrounding scene completed the transformation, and became quiet again.

This is a wedding room decorated with bright red.

The bed was covered with a red quilt, and the Chinese characters "囍" were pasted on the wall.

The woman in the red dress sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, her eyes were dazed and lifeless.

Outside the house, it seemed that the guests had already left, and it became quieter.

At this time, a middle-aged man in his 40s came in from outside the house,

He was holding a basin of steaming warm water in his hand, and there was a new handkerchief in the basin.

"An Le, I'll wash your face first, and then you wash your feet."

Limp, the middle-aged man walked up to the woman with a basin of warm water, bent down, and put the water down.
After wringing out the water in the veil in the basin, he picked up the steamy veil and gently wiped the woman's face,

The woman was still sitting there in a daze, but she just turned her head, staring blankly at the middle-aged man,

"Close your eyes for a while, I rubbed your eyes in a while."

The middle-aged man said to the woman, and carefully wiped the woman's face,

Seeing the woman again seemed to be looking at him again, the middle-aged man paused, and smiled again on his somewhat dark and rough face,

"Anle, today, you are my daughter-in-law, do you know what it means to be a daughter-in-law, it's okay, you will understand slowly in the future..."

"Don't worry, although I don't understand any major principles, and I don't have much culture. But you will be my daughter-in-law in the future. No matter if you are crazy or stupid, I will always take good care of you."

"...It's because I'm clumsy. If I braid your hair or something, it might look ugly. Wife, do you know how to braid your hair? I'll do it for you tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)