Self-cultivation with a plate of tomato scrambled eggs

Chapter 47

"No need." Song Xiaowu shook his head, rejecting Xiao Cao's kindness.

Xiao Cao knew that he couldn't be persuaded, so he had to put the stew pot on the low table beside the bed, and closed the door for him when he went out.

Song Xiaowu had a dream last night.

He didn't know when he fell asleep. He just felt that he was back at home when he was a child. Grandma was cooking in the kitchen. It was a rare twice-cooked pork that was eaten once a year.Seeing him coming, grandma smiled and cut off a piece of cooked white meat, and gave it to him to satisfy his hunger.Because there is only one cutting board, there is no distinction between raw and cooked, and the smell of the chopped green onion and ginger is also on the piece of meat.

Later, someone notified them that Song Xiaowu's mother would be back soon, and asked Song Xiaowu to pick her up at the station.Song Xiaowu arrived at the station in a chaotic manner, but he misidentified several people whose backs were similar to his mother. Seeing that the sky in the distance was getting more and more dim, he quickly speeded up and looked around in the crowd, but he didn't even know which train his mother was on. I can't be sure whether it has arrived at the station...

He gradually felt that this was a dream, and his consciousness slowly woke up from the thick fog.He tried hard to open his eyes, this sleep did not give him the slightest rest, in the dream he was tired and anxious, but when he woke up he felt extremely depressed - he missed his grandma.

At this moment, he can still clearly remember the smell of grandma in his dream. It is indeed exactly the same as what he remembered before, with the smell of fireworks, but it makes people feel clean and warm.

He also remembered that the old-fashioned stove was still used at home at that time. After turning on the natural gas valve, he had to ignite it by himself. Grandma didn’t know how to use a lighter, and she always carried matches on her body—that’s what he bought, a box of ten cents. My grandpa recognized him, so he only charged him eight cents a box. Sometimes the money was more generous, and if I bought five boxes at a time, the grandpa would give him a piece of bubble gum. Grandma couldn't eat this, so Song Xiaowu tormented the grandpa from time to time. Replace it with coconut sugar, but the purchase price of coconut sugar is higher than that of bubble gum, so you can't tell people this every time.

Song Xiaowu was lying on the bed, covering his face with the quilt. The light duvet was only slightly wet, but he couldn't suppress his sobbing. He didn't care about his mother who only appeared in other people's words in his dream, and he didn't go Thinking of Li Tianqi at this moment in reality, he just wishes he could still be with his grandma, so that her rough, wrinkled and callused hands could hold him in his arms, and then he could touch his head and say, "beautiful." Ya’s hair is so soft”, although such days are not long, he grows up too fast, and grandma grows old too fast.

"Xiao Wu..." The door of the room was pushed open with a "click". As soon as Mr. Yao came in, he saw Song Xiaowu sticking his head out from under the quilt, with red eye circles and wet tears.

But the old man turned a blind eye, just walked to the chair in front of him and sat down slowly, stretched out his hand to uncover the corner of the quilt on Song Xiaowu's right leg, Song Xiaowu subconsciously wanted to move away, but his movements were limited, so he didn't dodge in the end.

"Is your leg still hot today?" The old man looked at the skin exposed at the lower edge of the plaster cast. It was much better than the previous two days, not red or swollen.

Song Xiaowu was stunned for a moment, then said: "It's not hot anymore."

The old man nodded, opened the lid of the stew pot sideways, took out a bowl of soup, and brought it to Song Xiaowu: "I added a few herbs, you may not like the taste, but it's good for your bones, drink it."

Song Xiaowu knew that he couldn't refuse this time, so he took the bowl.

"Dad read the letter you wrote to Dad." Hearing this, Song Xiaowu stopped holding the porcelain spoon, and the heat of the soup in the bowl hit his cheeks, accompanied by a choking sensation in his chest.

Thinking of the words in the letter, the old man couldn't help but smiled, and touched Song Xiaowu's drooping head: "As an elder, I always wish you well, and occasionally say a few angry words, you child should also remember it in my heart, take it seriously "He urged Song Xiaowu to drink the soup while it was hot, and said: "Dad has recognized you back to the Yao family for so long, you have always been well-behaved and sensible, and Dad has seen it in his eyes, and he really loves you. In some matters, our grandfather The two disagreed, and my father got angry and said a few words about you, always thinking that he was his own child, so he wouldn't be born because of this..."

Speaking of this, the old man sighed involuntarily: "You child, seeing that you are jumping out of your temper, you are actually thinking deeply. But in the eyes of Dad, he never thinks that you are worse than your elder brother, and there is nothing because of you. If you can’t meet Dad’s expectations, I’ll be disappointed in you—you are the child Dad found with great difficulty.”

Song Xiaowu's eyes suddenly became sore, and he couldn't even cover it up, so he had to lower his head, put down the bowl in his hand, and took out two paper towels, tears couldn't be wiped away, but the circles under his eyes were really tight famous.

"Father..." There was finally a hint of resignation in the sound.

In fact, ever since the old man mentioned the note he left on the day he ran away from home, Song Xiaowu was already embarrassed by the naivety and superficiality between the lines.However, at that time, Yuan Ke, his daughter, and even the close relatives of the Yuan family had already arrived in the capital. Song Xiaowu was under constant supervision at the Yao family. In this way, he really couldn't do the thing of asking for an end to the engagement in front of all the people present, so after much deliberation, he simply walked away.

He had also noticed in the past that the guards of the Yao family tended to be more relaxed around six o'clock in the evening, and with the short days in winter, the sky was gradually getting dark at this time, which was convenient for him to move around.Unexpectedly, he had the patience to observe for another two days. Maybe it was because of impatience. Song Xiaowu jumped from the balcony of the bedroom on the second floor, and heard a sound in his right calf. Before he could feel the pain, he was with him again. The patrolling guard bumped into him, and was almost regarded as a criminal who sneaked in.

He didn't give up, and he stopped for a few minutes after being sent to the emergency room. He tried to sneak away while everyone was not looking, but naturally he couldn't.

Song Xiaowu knew that the old man was furious this time, but he really had no other way to do it. No matter how hard he tried, it was as if he was shaking his fist with all his strength, but in the end he hit him without exception. On cotton, the feeling is resentful and powerless.

In the end, this was the only way to help him catch his breath: no matter what the Yuan family's attitude was towards this, the imminent wedding had to be postponed for a hundred days.

This time the father and son had a heart-to-heart talk, the old man's attitude softened somewhat, but Song Xiaowu still didn't dare to take it lightly, but looking at his leg with a thick cast, he also understood that it was useless to worry now.

Thinking of this, Song Xiaowu couldn't help but smiled wryly: This time I broke my leg, what if I want to procrastinate next time, and another arm?