The Prosperous Years of Wang Xiaohuo

He took out the key to open the anti-theft door, the living room light was on, the TV screen was flickering, and the room was silent.

Glancing twice in the direction of the bedroom, Wang Xiaohuo walked slowly to the door of the kitchen and asked, "Fang, where's the tiger?"

His wife was standing in front of the stove with her back to him, and when she heard the sound, she turned her head and smiled and said, "You're back, the meal will be ready soon."

Seeing that she didn't answer the question, Wang Xiaohuo asked again.

"I only know to ask your son when I come back!" The wife was a little dissatisfied.

Wang Xiaohuo smiled softly at her, and said, "Don't be childish, where's Huziren?"

The wife snorted and said, "It's sold."

"His grandma came over at night?" Wang Xiaohuo asked while leaning against the door.

"No!" The wife turned around angrily and threw him a spine.

Wang Xiaohuo frowned and didn't ask any more questions.

Huzi is the nickname of Wang Xiaohuo's son. He is 3 years old this year and is naturally lively and cute.In the past, as long as Wang Xiaohuo stepped into the door, he would throw his back foot into Wang Xiaohuo's arms and beg for fun. Whenever he heard his son's happy laughter and saw the innocent smile on his face, no matter how tired the day was, Wang Xiaohuo would always find him at this moment. With a little relief, it can also be said that the birth of his son has brought a lot of happiness to Wang Xiaohuo's dry married life.

The father and son are so close, and occasionally the wife will protest, saying that Wang Xiaohuo's love for her has been reduced a lot since she had a child.Wang Xiaohuo didn't take it seriously.

Sitting in the living room, the whole room was quiet, and Wang Xiaohuo was not used to it for a while.

He leaned back on the sofa, the tiredness accumulated in a day's work seemed to pour into his body from the soles of his feet in an instant, and at the same time his eyelids became extremely heavy, making him squint his eyes involuntarily.

"So tired!" He sighed in his heart and forcibly sat up straight, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one and lit it, and in a blink of an eye, wisps of smoke spit out from his mouth, rose slowly, spread out, and filled the air.

"Smoking at home again." The wife came out of the kitchen with a bowl and immediately accused her.

"Huzi is not here again." Wang Xiaohuo said, staring at the TV screen with a cigarette butt in his mouth.

"He's not at home, but what about me? I always tell you that secondhand smoke is the most harmful to the human body. If you don't want to harm your son, you have to worry about your wife's life."

"Don't make it so serious, it's not like you often smoke in the house."

"Not once." His indifference made his wife a little angry, and shouted.

"It's up to you, it's okay to kill it!" Wang Xiaohuo backed off and said.

"Come and eat." Putting down the bowl, the wife walked quickly to the living room and opened the window, complaining, "Look, you enjoyed it, but the room is full of smog."

Although Wang Xiaohuo was a little dissatisfied with her fussy behavior in his heart, his expression didn't show it at all.

During the meal, the wife saw that the smoke in the room was almost gone, and then she sat across from Wang Xiaohuo and looked at him with a smile on her face.

"It's sunny and cloudy, and your face changes quickly. Why are you staring at me? There are no flowers growing on your face?"

"I'm not allowed to see you if I don't see you for a day?" The wife pouted and said.

"It's okay to look at, but your eyes make people feel guilty." Wang Xiaohuo said half-jokingly.

"Guilty? It's only natural for a wife to look at her husband, unless you have ghosts in your heart, that's why you don't dare let others look at you."

"I have ghosts in my heart, nonsense!" After she mentioned it, Wang Xiaohuo couldn't help but recall the man he met on the road. His thick spine flashed across his heart like a lightning bolt, which made him feel all kinds of strange feelings. .

"Where's Huzi? Did he go there with his grandma?" Wang Xiaohuo suppressed his thoughts for the first time, and changed the subject.

"Yes, I knew that you only have your precious son in your heart now, and your wife will always be the last one." The wife said sourly.

"Seeing that you started to complain again, I haven't explained to you many times. You are an adult and he is a child. You can take care of yourself, but he has to be taken care of by others. Who do you say I don't ask him?"

"I didn't say you can't ask, but while you care about your son, you must also care about your wife."

"Why didn't I care about you?"

"I understand in my heart."

"I don't know."

"Forget it if you don't understand." Seeing his complexion changing, his wife joked, "Look now, his face is like a bitter melon, like someone who has a grudge against you."

Since she backed down, Wang Xiaohuo couldn't wait for it, because the result of the dispute would only make the atmosphere more tense.

"Fang, we've been living together for several years. It's not like you don't know my temper. When did you say sweet words about love?"

"Yes, as an upright gentleman, I don't expect to hear these intimate words every day, but it's okay to say them occasionally to make me happy. Think about it, which woman doesn't want her husband to greet her with care and love? "

"Maybe I'm really not good enough in this regard."

"Xiaohuo, I really don't want to stick to your ear every day to annoy you, but you can ask yourself how many times have you taken the initiative to joke with me and coax me since you had a tiger? Happy? Now you give all your love to your son, and I will gradually become an old mother."

"See what you said." Wang Xiaohuo smiled stiffly.