Reborn as a widow in the 70s

The lively full moon wine didn't end until after three o'clock in the afternoon.

Due to the special nature of his work, although Lu Aiguo can't drink a few times a year, he has a good drinking capacity and rarely gets drunk.

But today he was indeed drunk!

On the one hand, it was because today was the birthday of his twin sons, and he was happy from the bottom of his heart.

Since the death of Song Xiuxiu and Yaya in the previous life, he really never thought that he would have a wife and children who would be on the hot bed.

On the other hand, because today is Sunday, both the old leaders and the old comrades-in-arms are all trying to get him to drink. Naturally, everyone is welcome to this festive day.

So even if he drinks well, he is still drunk.

Yu Wentao helped the staggering Lu Aiguo back home.

Other comrades who were still sober stayed to help the canteen staff clean up.

At this time, in the Lu family, Zhao Xuewen and Yaya were lying on the kang teasing the two little guys.

Song Xiuxiu was counting the inventory at home to see how much melon seeds, peanuts, candies and other things were left.

If there's not much left, she can finish it herself, but if there's a lot left, Song Xiuxiu plans to give some to the camp leader Qian's family next door.

At this moment, a "clang" was heard from the courtyard door, followed immediately by Yu Wentao's shout.

"Are my siblings at home?"

When Song Xiuxiu heard this, she quickly ran out and saw Yu Wentao struggling to carry the tall Lu Aiguo into the house.

At this time, Lu Aiguo was completely stretched out on Yu Wentao's body, his eyelids were fighting up and down, a blush appeared on his dark and rough cheeks, and he seemed to be mumbling something!

Although there was a distance, Song Xiuxiu had already sensed the strong smell of alcohol on his body.

"Let me help you!" Seeing Yu Wentao sweating profusely and looking very strenuous, Song Xiuxiu stepped forward to help.

Yu Wentao quickly stopped him and said, "Brothers and sisters, no need. Lao Lu is so dead now that you can't move him."

"Please help make the bed!"

"Okay!" After saying that, Song Xiuxiu quickly ran into the house, then carried the two little ones who were just one month old into the crib beside them, and took out the bedding and spread them out.

Then he told Zhao Xuewen: "Xuewen, go make a cup of strong tea for your Uncle Lu!"

Seeing that her brother had something to do, Yaya hurriedly asked her mother, "Mom, what can I do?"

Song Xiuxiu looked down at her daughter, thought for a while and then said: "Go get the basin and help your father get some water."

"Okay!"

After receiving the task, Yaya ran out happily.

As soon as they packed up, Yu Wentao walked into the bedroom with Lu Aiguo. As soon as he walked to the kang, Yu Wentao threw Lu Aiguo heavily onto the kang with a swing of his arms.

The man lay on the kang and groaned!

After Lu Aiguo was positioned, Yu Wentao moved his arms a few times, said that he had other things to do, left the Lu family, and rushed to the health center.

After Song Xiuxiu saw off Yu Wentao, she hurriedly ran into the house.

At this time, the man was burying his face on the pillow and mumbling to himself.

"What did Dad say?" Yaya asked her brother beside her curiously.

Zhao Xuewen shook his head and said: "I don't know, I seem to be apologizing to someone!"

"You two go play in other rooms!"

After Song Xiuxiu walked in, she sent the two children out first.

She was afraid that Lu Aiguo would do something drunk and inappropriate, which would be seen by the two children.

Yaya and Zhao Xuewen were very obedient and ran out.

After they left, Song Xiuxiu soaked the towel in warm water, and then prepared to wipe the man's face, hoping to make him feel better.

But who would have thought that as soon as Song Xiuxiu came over with a wrung towel, she was grabbed by this man and pulled into his arms.

"Lu Aiguo, what are you doing! Let me go!" Song Xiuxiu roared while struggling desperately.

"Xiuxiu, my Xiuxiu, I'm sorry for making you suffer with me!"

"I'm not a human being. I can't even protect my wife and children!"

"You must hate me to death!"

"Xiuxiu, have you received all the things I burned for you? Remember to give me whatever you want in your dreams, and I'll burn it for you!"

The man said in a choked voice, half of the pillow already soaked with tears.

"Burn you big-headed devil! Lu Aiguo, let me go!"

Song Xiuxiu punched the man's chest in an elegant manner, but his chest was as hard as a stone. Not only did it not wake him up, it actually made her hands hurt.

"Xiuxiu, you must be very angry with me. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!"

The more the man talked, the more uncomfortable he became, and the more tears he shed.

Song Xiuxiu was stunned for a moment!

When I asked him how he lived in his last life, he just said in an understatement: I lived my whole life with guilt and longing for you and my children.

A simple sentence, but I didn’t expect it to be such a huge pain behind it!

Thinking of this, Song Xiuxiu quickly comforted her softly: "Stop crying, I have forgiven you a long time ago!"

"You're lying to me, you haven't forgiven me at all!" the man choked with a thick nasal voice.

"If you forgive me, why haven't you appeared in my dream even once, even to scold me?"

"You don't even know how much I miss you. I can't dream about you, and I don't have a photo of you. I'm so afraid I'll forget your face, and I'm afraid I won't recognize you and your child on the road to hell!"

Seeing the man getting more and more excited as he spoke, and the arms holding her tighter and tighter, Song Xiuxiu quickly comforted her in a soft voice: "I'm a shallow person, and I don't know how to dream. Wait until I learn how to do it, and I'll give you dreams every day!"

The man had his eyes closed, and there were still tears on his face. He nodded heavily, and then softly said "um" with a thick nasal voice, making this big man look pitiful and helpless!

Song Xiuxiu reached out her hand and gently rubbed his cheek, wiping away the tears on his face.

After Lu Aiguo's steady and even breathing came out, Song Xiuxiu carefully approached him and kissed him softly on the lips.

"Don't feel guilty anymore. Yaya and I are still here in this life, and we will get better and better!"

When Lu Aiguo opened his eyes, it was already dark outside.

He hit his still aching head hard, feeling sore and weak.

"Dad, wake up!"

Ya Ya, who was reading a book on the side, heard the noise and hurriedly came over.

"Where's your mother?" the man asked in a hoarse voice.

"Mom and third aunt are cooking in the kitchen. My brother was just called away by Dasheng brother next door. I don't know what he was doing."

Hearing this, Lu Aiguo reluctantly sat up, supporting his sore body.

Yaya on the side brought him a glass of warm water very discerningly.

"Dad, drink some water!"

Lu Aiguo took the water glass with a smile in his eyes and said, "My daughter still knows that she loves me!"

"Hehe!" Yaya smiled sheepishly, and then said, "This is what mom prepared because she was afraid that you would be thirsty."

"Originally, my brother poured you a cup of strong tea, but you still didn't wake up and the tea had already gone cold!"

"It's okay. The tea is cold and you can drink it to quench your thirst!"

After saying that, Lu Aiguo raised his head and took a big sip of warm water.

Just when he was about to get off the bed and put on his shoes, he suddenly found that his two sons were being carried to the crib.

"Aren't your two brothers sleeping on the kang all the time? Why did they end up in the crib!"

Just listen to Yaya's crisp reply: "Mom was afraid that you would crush them to death in your sleep, so she took them away!"

Lu Aiguo:...