What kind of experience is it to help your wife cheat?

Chapter 52 This is our car

After a long journey of nearly [-] kilometers, I finally arrived home!Song Song didn't feel excited, nor did he have the slightest feeling of timidity. He just felt that a big rock hanging in his heart fell to the ground, and he was extremely at ease.

He dragged the coat from the co-pilot and put it on, turned off the car and opened the door. He was shocked by the cold winter wind.

Winter in the countryside seems to be always colder than winter in the city.

Song Song jumped out of the car, walked to the door and was about to knock, but dropped his dangling hand, turned his head back to the car, took out a wet towel, wiped off the sweat on his face, and then returned to the door again , knocked hard on the door.

"Mom! I'm back!"

There was no response from the door, not even a sound.

Only then did Song Song notice that there were no lights on at home, so there must be no one there.

Maybe the parents took their children to some relative or neighbor's house for dinner?

This is how it is in rural areas. Relatives live very close to each other and the relationship between neighbors is very close. Especially for those who are a few years old, it is normal for them to visit each other for meals, drinks, and bragging.

Song Song stood at the door of his house, blown by the bone-chilling cold wind, feeling like he had become a contradictory body.

Obviously the whole body is sweating, but shivering from the cold; obviously the brain is still awake, but the body is light and unresponsive; obviously the legs are weak and want to rest, but the buttocks are sore and numb and don’t want to sit.

Song Song wanted to call her parents, but was afraid of being called out for a drink. But if she didn't call, she didn't know when her parents would come back.

Confused about the time for a cigarette, Song Song threw away the cigarette butt and finally decided to make a phone call.

But before he dialed the number, he saw a light appearing in the distance. Behind the light, there were three figures, two large, one small, and three figures. Against the background of the barren land in winter, they looked so dreamy.

Song Song squinted his eyes and looked over there. When the three people approached, he heard the familiar voice of his old mother Ge Guiqin: "My child? Why are you back?"

"Dad!" The little man, who was wrapped like a ball, ran over awkwardly and hugged Song Song's legs.

Song Song bent down and wanted to pick up his daughter, but his back hurt so badly that he couldn't use his strength, so he squatted down halfway, looked at the little guy with a smile and asked, "Do you miss Dad?"

The little girl is not very good at talking, so she can only continue to shout: "Dad!"

Song Xiaoni's face was flushed from the cold, her big eyes were flickering under the light of the flashlight, and her thick arms and legs were bloated, making her look like a plush toy, very cute.

The little girl seemed to have caught a cold, and her nose kept sniffing, which made Song Song feel very distressed.

Song Song instinctively wanted to blame the parents for not giving the child more clothes, but seeing that the child really couldn't wear more, he could only swallow the words that came to his lips.

The old father Song Weijun held a flashlight to shine on the car at the door, and said cursingly: "Who bastard blocked the car in front of our house? Don't be afraid that I will smash it!"

Song Song quickly explained: "Dad, please don't smash it. This is the new car Ding Rui and I bought."

Song Weijun was so choked that he thought he had scolded the whole family just now, and couldn't help being annoyed: "My car can't block my door! It's so big, it blocks the road!"

He said, walked around the car with a flashlight, couldn't help but reached out and touched the hood: "How much is this car?"

"More than [-] yuan, cheap stuff, just for transportation." Song Song walked over and handed a flower to his old father.

Lao Song took it and put the cigarette on his ears, his eyes fell on the car, and he couldn't take his eyes off the car. He muttered, "Is it only 10,000+? It doesn't look like it. I think it's better than your Uncle Dajiang's car! "

Song Song thought of the nouveau riche who made his debut in a Highlander and felt a sense of superiority. He felt a little unhappy, but he still patiently explained: "His car is much more expensive than mine."

Lao Song frowned: "So what if it's expensive? Aren't they all four wheels? What's the point of buying such an expensive car? I think this is good!"

Song Xiaoni stood next to her father, looking at the sleeping steel beast next to her for a while, and looking at her grandfather for a while, listening half understood, and sniffing her nose seriously.

Ge Guiqin took out the key and went to open the door: "My son must have been exhausted after driving all the way. What's so interesting about the car? It's cold outside, hurry up and get inside!"

The inside of the house is actually colder than outside, only there is no wind.

Ge Guiqin found a small sun and opened it to warm Song Song. Song Song pulled out a piece of toilet paper and wiped the little girl's nose. Old Song was lying by the window and still looking at the car with the light coming from the room. It must have been from I like it from the bottom of my heart.

In the homes of these neighbors and relatives, there are people working outside, and almost every household has a car.

Every Chinese New Year, Song Weijun always felt embarrassed to greet people when he saw the cars parked in front of each house.

Let's just say that in normal times, a few old men get together to drink, there is nothing comparable to myself, and I have been a farmer all my life, and they are all the same.So the only thing they can compare with is their children.

Today, how much money does this child earn from the bread project outside? Tomorrow, that child makes a fortune doing business outside. The day after tomorrow, the daughter of the other family will follow a big demolition household...

Whenever these topics come up, Lao Song blushes and can't say anything. When asked how much money Song Song and his wife make in a year, he even feels like others are humiliating him.

My son is a college student and my daughter-in-law is a college student from a prestigious university. Why can't two college students compare to others who have never gone to college?

This is the case in rural areas in many places. The older generation still likes to use the amount of money they make to see whether a younger generation is successful. As for how the money is earned and whether it is really earned, they don’t care. They only believe what they see with their own eyes. .

At times like this, a car is often more convincing than anything else.

As for what brand or not, whether it is a new car or a second-hand car, and how much it costs, they don't know, and they won't ask.

Lao Song also knew that Song Song and his wife had spent a lot of money building and decorating the house for their family these years. He couldn't help much, but he could only blame himself for being incompetent, unable to help the child and dragging the child down.

I was humiliated by those old things, I just deserved it!

But now that it’s better, our family also has a car. I don’t think anyone said that college students are useless?I pooh his face!
Ge Guiqin looked at Song Song who was teasing her daughter, and her face was full of distress and worry: "Boy, did you quarrel with Xiaorui? She is your mother-in-law, if there is something wrong, please bear with it, ah, don't make trouble."

Song Song was stunned when he heard the words, and then realized that the old mother had misunderstood, and quickly explained: "Mom, I didn't quarrel with Xiaorui. Aren't we buying a car? I think this year's performance is not bad, and I will continue to It shouldn't be too busy until the year before, so I thought about coming back to take you, dad, and the children to live for a while, and go to Jiangyi to have fun. When the Chinese New Year comes, we will drive back together."

Ge Guiqin was slightly relieved when he heard that the two of them hadn't quarreled, but when he heard Song Song's words behind him, he immediately became nervous again: "We won't go, my son, the Chinese New Year is just over a month away, don't bother, ah."

Lao Song also turned around at this time, walked over quickly with his hands behind his back, and scolded with a straight face: "Nonsense!"

(End of this chapter)