Qin Huairu, who struggled to get up early in the morning and his bones were almost falling apart, frowned and rubbed his shoulders.
The palms of her palms were slightly scratched. She leaned against the wall and spread her hands on her snow-white thighs. Qin Huairu was silent for a long time as she looked at the calluses growing on her palms.
Is this what I pursued when I married into the city? You know, the last time I got calluses on my hands was when I was wielding a hoe in the countryside.
With her body curled up into a ball and hugging her knees, Qin Huairu looked at the three children sleeping soundly on the bed. Qin Huairu missed that dead ghost Jia Dongxu. If he was around, such hard work in the factory would be impossible. No matter what happens, it won't fall on me.
Recalling so many days, from the beginning of learning to the later hands-on work, the endless grinding of parts and endless scraps of iron filings have created the hands of a working worker like this. It’s only worth fifty-eight cents.
Silently wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, Qin Huairu stood up. He didn't even have time to clean up his hair and had to light a fire to cook.
After opening the rice vat, looking at the little food left, Qin Huairu had more tears in her eyes. Yesterday, she was thinking about buying rice noodles, but she was dragged away by trivial things. I didn't think about it until I was cooking the pot at night.
These were the things she considered going to work when Jia Dongxu was here. At that time, she only had to be responsible for washing, cooking and taking care of the children. Now the burden of family and work pressure are almost overwhelming her. Angry.
"Sister Qin"
Xu Damao's greeting came from outside the door. Qin Huairu wiped the corners of her eyes hurriedly, then stood up and opened the door.
Xu Damao, who was at the door, had dark circles under his eyes, which perfectly contrasted with Qin Huairu's peach eyes that were made from crying.
The eyes of the two people immediately retreated, not wanting the other person to see their embarrassment.
"How are you, Damao, Aunt Xu, did you give birth last night?"
Xu Damao, who got up early, was obviously not in high spirits, and he was not as pretentious as usual at this time. Sister Qin sighed and took out a small bag of rice.
"Stop it, Sister Qin, I didn't sleep all night long last night. If you're cooking, just make one of mine. I'm too lazy to get angry again."
Xu Damao, who was completely frustrated, yawned. Seeing Sister Qin taking the rice bag, he turned around and wanted to go back to catch up on his sleep and come over for dinner later.
"Da Mao, is it a younger brother or a younger sister?"
Seeing Xu Damao turn around to leave, Qin Huairu quickly put the rice bag on the table and asked nonchalantly, was it just a body movement or something? A little nervous, it seems that the answer to this question is very important to her.
Xu Damao is now known to everyone as a gelding. To others, it is a bad thing that he cannot be born, but for Qin Huairu, this is exactly what he wants. But if the Xu family has more After having a younger brother, Xu Damao's importance in her eyes has plummeted.
Xu Damao scratched his scalp. He didn’t know yet. He was planning to go to the hospital for a checkup at noon.He turned around and looked at Qin Huairu. Those sly eyes made Sister Qin feel uncomfortable all over, and then he spoke.
"What are you worried about? That is my father's child, not mine."
There was a hint of embarrassment in his tone. It seemed that this question really hurt him. Of course, his self-esteem also revealed his selfish nature, implying that their family affairs had no impact on him.
Qin Huairu also heard Xu Damao's tone, and instantly a smile appeared on her face. She lightly patted Xu Damao's shoulder, her movements were very intimate, and she said coquettishly.
“I’m just asking. They both have the surname Xu, how come the family still speaks the same language as the two families?”
“No, Sister Qin, I’m not married yet. It’s still unclear who he is a family member with.”
Looking at the photo of Jia Dongxu placed in the cabinet next to the door, Xu Damao found himself again, looked around and saw that there was no one around. The frivolous index finger picked Qin Huairu's chin, but she nimbly avoided it.
“Oh, Damao, what are you doing?”
“Hey, I just want to be close to Sister Qin. Don’t worry, the three children are more important to me than him and her. ”
Xu Damao is not in a hurry, this is the most interesting time, just like a fisherman who sees a big fish under the water, lingering in front of the hook. It feels comfortable to be hooked, but Fish from other people’s homes tastes better.
"Cough, cough"
The door to the opposite wing suddenly opened. He Daqing was wearing a thin gown, carrying a washbasin and toothbrush, with an expressionless face. After walking out, Qin Huairu, who felt guilty as a thief, quickly returned to the house.
Xu Damao glanced sideways behind him and twitched the corner of his mouth. He was not very familiar with He Daqing, but his father was very afraid of him.
"Sister Qin, leave Sophora japonica to a aunt to take care of today. My parents went to the hospital and didn't come back soon."
Looking for a high-sounding reason, Xu Damao turned around. Just leave, not wanting to be caught by He Daqing.
The pretty widow lingered in the house, watching He Daqing brushing his teeth at the faucet. Seeing that if he didn’t cook, it would be too late, so he simply carried the aluminum pot and walked out with his hips twisted. .
"Morning, Dongxu's wife"
I don't know if it was intentional or not, but He Daqing clearly knew that Qin Huairu's husband was dead, and he still mentioned her husband's name. I saw her coming out with an aluminum pot and occupying the faucet without even moving.
"Uncle He, you got up really early. How about you let me buy some rice first, otherwise it will be too late to go to work later?"
Qin Huairu looked natural and flirtatious. She licked the hair hanging on her temples, but she may not realize that the resistance of the He family's bloodline to widows is about zero. Coupled with the coquettish manner in her gestures, He Daqing's expression became unnatural, and his body remained silent. It stuck to the edge of the pool.
Listen to Qin Huairu’s soft and waxy voiceAfter saying that, He Daqing hurriedly stirred the tea vat with his toothbrush and threw his head into the cold water in the basin. Then he moved to the side and motioned for Qin Huairu to pick up the water.
Qin Huairu was standing by the pool, washing rice silently. However, He Daqing, who was washing his face and hair with his eyes closed, whether intentionally or unintentionally, his elbow would always rub against her arm and waist. Limbs
Seeing He Daqing's head buried in the basin, Qin Huairu was a little embarrassed, but it was hard to say anything, and the person might not have done it on purpose, so he had to rush to get the water, as if he had been frightened. The rabbit ran back into the house in a panic.
When no one was around, He Daqing poured a basin of water into the pool nearby, wiped the top of his head calmly, glanced at the door of Jia's house, and returned with a smile. inside the house.
Until the meal was ready and the little Sophora japonica was fed and delivered to the aunt across the street, Qin Huairu's mind kept echoing what had just happened. She didn't know what happened to He Yuzhu's rogue father. Is it true scripture or false scripture? Please remember to collect it, the latest and fastest website is free to read without anti-theft