Chongxi little husband

When the figures of Chen Daniu and Bai Xianxian disappeared around the corner, only the light of the torches got farther and farther, and the three people on the small slope still stood still.In particular, Zhang Chunyan turned her back to the dialect and Zhang Ji, her back was straight, and her skirt was probably muddy from walking in the dark before.

Zhang Ji hugged Fang Yan's shoulders, frowned and looked around, and said lightly: "Let's go."

Fang Yan glanced at Zhang Chunyan again, then nodded to Zhang Ji, turned around and continued walking up together.

Although when I heard the conversation just now, because of my acquaintance, I immediately recognized who the owner of the voice was.To be honest, both Fang Yan and Zhang Ji were quite surprised--I didn't expect that woman to be so extraordinary that even Zhang Qi had something to do with it.

But after being surprised, I couldn't help but feel that Zhang Chunyan would be very pitiful, but there would be nothing more, because for the uncle's family, it's not that he and Zhang Ji are cold-blooded and ruthless, they really don't have much affection for that family.

I just sigh in my heart that this family is quite chaotic.

The two of them didn't bother to remind Zhang Chunyan again. Turning the corner, they saw that under the light of the torches, there were no people on the way.Dialect didn't care, he just sped up his pace a little bit, just now it was only foggy, now it's drizzled with drizzle, and it's getting bigger and bigger.

It's not fog anymore, it's raining.

Footsteps sounded behind him. Dialect knew that Zhang Chunyan was still following, and wanted to turn around to take a look. It had nothing to do with it, but Zhang Ji restricted his movements, and his voice was slightly lowered.

"We'll talk when we get home."

"……Um."

This time I came back this time because Fuberto heard that the dyeing workshop over there was about the same. Dialect was worried and wanted to come back to have a look, but Zhang Ji was worried and wanted to accompany him when he was free. He didn’t want to hear that he was going to the town today. People in the village said that their grandma Zhang Luoshi was ill, and the two were very worried, so they hurried back.

It's just that their house hasn't been fully built yet, and they should have gone to the workshop, but it's only because of grandma that they also went here.

The three came to the big room in silence, and when they entered, they found that the lights on both sides were still on.Zhang Jiyong had a clear goal in dialect, so he walked towards the house of his grandparents in the middle. Zhang Chunyan, who didn't want to keep walking quietly behind, suddenly spoke.

"Thank you."

The voice was a little low, and she couldn't hear other emotions. Fang Yan was a little surprised at her calmness, so she turned her head to look, and her face was indeed quiet in the firelight. The joy and shyness in the car were gone, and her face was a little pale.

Does it look like a woman?Just listening to these two words, I heard the problem inside.

I have to say that at this moment, Dialect admires her sharpness, and she is calm enough.

Seeing the dialect turning around, Zhang Chunyan twitched the corners of her mouth as if she wanted to laugh, but she didn't succeed, and said again, "Thank you for today. Then I'll go back first, and you should rest early. I'll visit grandma tomorrow."

"Ah."

Watching Zhang Chunyan walk to the left, she knocked on the door of their house, then pushed the door in and closed it. Auntie Zhang Liushi's concern came vaguely from inside.

Suddenly his shoulders were slightly grasped, Fang Yan withdrew his eyes and looked up, and saw Zhang Ji looked at him with a slightly cold face, and after Fang Yan raised his eyes to look over, he reminded sullenly: "It's raining heavily, Let's go in too, your hair is wet."

Hearing this, Fang Yan couldn't help laughing, knowing that this person didn't like him paying too much attention to Zhang Chunyan's affairs, but he never forcibly pulled him away. He was unhappy because those people made him stand in the rain and fog and get wet, He was reluctant to talk about him, and would only express his displeasure in this way.

"Let's go." Fang Yan took the lead, and he regretted his curiosity a little bit. It was too unworthy for Zhang Ji to follow in the rain.

***

In the early morning of the next day, the aunt and the uncle were a little surprised to find that there was an extra Zhang Ji dialect on the dining table.

"When did you come back?"

"Last night." Zhang Ji carefully supported the dialect to sit down, answered casually, and then made soup for him with his own hands. It was specially ordered by his grandmother Zhang Luoshi to cook it for his aunt. At that time, the aunt thought it was for Cui'e. She was very unhappy, but she didn't disobey her mother-in-law's words. She sloppily cooked a pot of bone soup, which Zhang Chunyan brought back last night.

Because I didn't put my heart into it, I didn't boil the taste out. Fortunately, I am not picky about the dialect, so I can drink it all the same.

Because it was bought by his daughter-in-law, Zhang Liu naturally served a big bowl for Zhang Chunyan. As for that woman, she can tolerate her staying in this house for the sake of the child in the other's stomach, and because her father-in-law and mother-in-law also Guaranteed to send the woman away as soon as the child is born, and for the rest, don't expect her to serve.

"Thank you, mother." After sleeping all night, Zhang Chunyan seemed to have recovered, and she thanked sweetly when she took the bowl, "I came back with my cousin and the others yesterday, and our car broke down on the way. When the cousins ​​came back, they took their car, and it was a little late when they arrived, they were worried about grandma, so they went to see grandma first, so they didn't call you mother."

When the two of them came back with her, intentionally or unintentionally, they glanced at the faces of Zhang Qi and Cui'e.

"Oh." Zhang Liu nodded suddenly, and continued to serve rice porridge for others.

Grandma Zhang Luoshi probably saw the dialect Zhang Jidu came back, and the smile on her face became more, "Actually, I'm fine at all. You are all too nervous to make a fuss, and let the stepsisters come all the way. My brother is heavy, what if something happens to you running around like this?"

Looking at the dialect, he was both happy and distressed, "I got wet last night, so stay at home today, don't worry about the workshop."

"Yes, grandma, don't worry, I won't run around." Dialect replied obediently while drinking the soup, which made grandma Zhang Luoshi even happier.

Hearing that she was getting wet, Zhang Liu also quickly told Zhang Chunyan: "You too, Chunyan, don't go out today. Didn't you go to see the doctor yesterday because you were not feeling well? You also got wet last night. Are you okay today? Why don't you wait for Huiniang to boil medicine for you? By the way, where is the medicine?"

When the words fell, everyone else looked over.

Zhang Chunyan paused slightly when she was spooning the soup, and when she looked up the next second, the smile on her face was still the same as before, "I'm fine, the doctor just said that I didn't have a good rest before, so it's fine... don't worry, mother, I just need to rest more. Well, no need to take medicine."

"Oh, that's good. Then go back to the house and have a rest after dinner."

"En." Zhang Chunyan responded lightly, then lowered her head to drink the soup slowly, as if she didn't notice Zhang Qi who was sitting next to her and looked at her with concern.

Also, he didn't touch the dishes he picked up, but only concentrated on drinking the soup, and continued to scoop it up after drinking, as if the soup was delicious.

Zhang Qi looked at her with flickering eyes, wondering if she had noticed.

She couldn't help but cast her eyes diagonally to the opposite side, and saw Cui'e sitting alone in a corner, eating with her head down, as usual, silent, timid, and unobtrusive.

So those present will not pay special attention to her side.

If you look carefully, you will find that her fingers holding the chopsticks are a little too tight, and they are white from the force.

Fang Yan was a little surprised that Zhang Chunyan didn't tell others about her pregnancy. Isn't this something she has always cared about?However, after catching a glimpse of her eyes occasionally sweeping over Zhang Qi and somewhere in the corner, the dialect became a little clearer.

Fang Yan was thinking about it when suddenly the bowl in his hand was tapped lightly, and he quickly came back to his senses, subconsciously looked to the right, saw Zhang Ji looking at him with an unhappy face, and hurriedly smiled at him flatteringly.

Zhang Ji was indifferent, and said with a straight face: "Concentrate on eating."

Dialect suddenly collapsed into a smiling face, and begged in a low voice, "Is it okay to eat so much today? You see, I have been fed to such a big belly by you... I heard that it is dangerous to give birth to a child who is too big... Cough, I don't care about everything." Did not say."

Seeing Fang Yan obediently picking up the spoon again, wrinkling his face bitterly and preparing to continue eating, Zhang Ji's suddenly cold eyes faded away, but his eyes subconsciously looked down, looking at Fang Yan's belly held in one hand, as if feeling something think.

Yan'er is right, his stomach is indeed a little too big, I don't know if it's like this every month, or is it true that he eats too much?

Zhang Ji was thinking, when his uncle Zhang Ruizhong suddenly asked him.

"What calculations do you have today?"

Zhang Ji quickly came back to his senses, raised his eyes to look over, and replied politely but distantly: "Nothing at the moment."

Zhang Ruizhong was obviously displeased with his attitude, feeling that he was being slighted as an elder, "In that case, I will go to the village chief's house with me later."

Zhang Jiqing raised his eyebrows, but didn't ask any more questions, and said in a calm tone, "Okay."

Zhang Ruizhong's face sank, and in the end he didn't say anything, and turned to talk about his son, with a more serious tone, "Qi'er should study and write at home at home today, don't wander around all day without doing business. Let step-er check your homework later, and ask step-er for advice if you don't understand."

"..." Zhang Qi was taken aback for a moment, and then suddenly glared at Zhang Ji, his face contorted for a moment, "Father?!"

Zhang Ruizhong said with a straight face, "What's the matter? Do you think it's wrong for Step-Er to teach you?"

Zhang Qi froze, unable to refute, and finally glared at Zhang Ji unwillingly.

Zhang Ji was indifferent to this, and just smiled and said to Zhang Ruizhong: "Uncle, my nephew is not very talented, I'm afraid I can't teach my elder brother to learn, so as not to delay my elder brother's knowledge."

"You—" Zhang Qi was even more angry when it sounded like he disliked himself.

Zhang Ji glanced lightly and moved away, Zhang Qi almost jumped up.

"Okay!" Zhang Ruizhong scolded, "Look at how you look? Where did you read the reading etiquette taught in the past! You don't understand the rules at all! Go back to read when you are full. Your wife is not feeling well and doesn't know how to accompany her. , What's the use of being so big?"

"master……"

"And you." Zhang Ruizhong turned to reprimand Zhang Liushi, who was about to intercede, "It is said that a loving mother is a loser, and it is because you have spoiled him so much that he has become what he is now, more and more disrespectful. ,arrogant……"

"Okay!" Old man Zhang slapped his chopsticks suddenly, "It's early in the morning, can you let people have a good meal?"

Zhang Ruizhong's voice stopped immediately, and he breathed heavily in his chest, his face flushed red, and his veins twitched.

As soon as old man Zhang spoke, the dining table immediately fell silent, and everyone could finally have breakfast with peace of mind—specifically referring to Zhang Ji's dialect.

Zhang Qi was very annoyed, but he still didn't disobey his father's words. After dinner, he went back to his room, but instead of reading the book as he said, he lay on his back on the bed and stared at the ceiling to see his luck.

This is what Zhang Chunyan saw when she came in.She paused, but approached, her tone still gentle and considerate: "It looks like the sun is going to rise outside, how about I help you put the table in the yard? This way you can practice calligraphy while basking in the sun."

Zhang Qi looked over, but the position of Zhang Chunyan was a bit coincidental, his back was facing the window, and the expression on her face could not be seen clearly against the backlight. Zhang Qi frowned slightly, stared at it for a few seconds, and then nodded indifferently.

Zhang Chunyan didn't say much after seeing her and turned to Zhang Luo, Zhang Qi looked at her back again hesitantly, frowning deeply.

***

There was a sudden fog and rain last night. I thought it was a sign of winter. Unexpectedly, the sun came out again at noon today.

Because he didn't communicate much at ordinary times, Dialect didn't stay in the compound, but went to the uncle next door.

Since Zhang Yi and Fang Jin both went to the town to study recently, the family was much quieter without them.

Dialect was half lying on the recliner, squinting his eyes to enjoy the sunshine, and Zhang Luoshi next to him failed to go to Renshan at his request, so he simply took out the sewing basket, chatted with him, threaded needles, cut fabrics, and sewed clothes Come.

Fang Yan couldn't persuade her, so she had to let her go.

On the other side of the wall, Zhang Qi finally set up a table in the yard, books, paper, pen and ink, Zhang Chunyan set them up for him, but had no choice but to come out and sit down angrily.

Basking in the sun, Zhang Qi was flipping through the book lazily, and the white paper on the table was not half written.

Zhang Chunyan and her mother-in-law Zhang Liushi are in the kitchen, processing the ingredients she brought back yesterday.Listening to the sound of her son reading in the yard, Mrs. Zhang and Liu felt very at ease. She kept talking about all kinds of things about her son, and worked swiftly with her hands, so she didn't notice that her daughter-in-law was absent-minded at all, and she always looked at her son unconsciously. head outward.

Even if she saw her, she would only think that she was looking at her son Zhang Qi, and would not remind her while secretly laughing.

Naturally, Zhang Chunyan didn't notice her mother-in-law's thoughts. She did talk to her mother-in-law casually, but her attention was all outside the yard.

From her, although Zhang Qi can't be seen too much, the shadow on the ground is facing the kitchen because of the sun.

But the whole day was normal, nothing unusual happened.