Self-cultivation with a plate of tomato scrambled eggs

Chapter 43

Song Xiaowu always goes to Xinghe Bay when he goes out these days.Song Yunmei's adaptation to the new environment was much faster than he expected: the new girlfriends she met before were invited to go shopping, the neighbors on the same floor made appointments to play cards, and whoever promised to reject whom was all up to Ms. Song's will.

But having said that, Song Yunmei was very happy that her son could visit her often.The mother and son had eaten a not-so-early breakfast together, and were sitting at the dining table talking without saying a word, when they heard the doorbell ring.

"Is it your Aunt Luo?" Song Yunmei stood up and pushed Song Xiaowu: "Son, you go to open the door, and Mommy goes to get a silk scarf."

Song Xiaowu laughed helplessly, and after Song Yunmei entered the bedroom, he walked towards the door and asked, "Who is it?"

The hand holding the doorknob forgot to take it back the moment the door opened.

"...elder brother."

"Yeah." Yao Jian agreed flatly, and stepped into the door.

The dining room is not completely separated, and you can see the dining table when you walk into the living room. The unfinished dishes and the unfinished soybean milk machine make the table look not neat and orderly, but it reveals a kind of laziness at home.

Yao Jian looked at Song Xiaowu without showing any signs, and sat down on the sofa in the middle. The sitting posture was still upright as before, but more relaxed than usual.

He behaved calmly, but Song Xiaowu was standing by the side of another single sofa, with his hands unconsciously resting on the back of the chair. Just as he was about to speak, Song Yunmei came out of the bedroom.

She agreed to go with Mrs. Luo to visit a close friend of the latter's boudoir, and specially dressed up a little, wearing a sweater and long skirt, and tied a silk scarf newly bought by Song Xiaowu around her neck, for fear that her waist would be too thin under her ribs. His limbs revealed the desolation that can only be seen when he is old, so he also put on the short mink fleece when he went out.

When she came out to see who was coming, Song Yunmei couldn't help being a little surprised, then smiled and asked Song Xiaowu, "Son, is this your roommate?"

Song Xiaowu didn't know how to explain to her for a while, so he heard Yao Jian say, "Pour me a glass of water."

The imperative sentence was in line with his usual command tone, but Song Xiaowu could hear the meaning this time, so he didn't overreact. He just asked, "Do you want tea, Huoshan Huangya?"

"Need not."

Song Xiaowu nodded, went to the kitchen to get a cup, and said to Song Yunmei, "Mom, why don't you wear that long one, it's getting cold, don't just focus on being pretty."

At this moment, Song Yunmei vaguely understood why the young man in front of her looked so familiar—it was in the same vein as that man!

On the one hand, he couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive, thinking to himself what is he doing here?Trouble with your own son?He even ordered Xiao Wu to bring him tea and water... Did he know that he was back?Where did you know that?Or did that man know it too?

Song Yunmei guessed a lot in her heart, but she didn't want to be outdone on the face: This is her son's house, and she is also considered half the owner, so why let him come here to put on airs!

She walked to the single sofa and sat down with her head held high, and deliberately showed a careless expression.Since Yao Jian turned a blind eye to her, she naturally would not let go of her status as an elder and take the initiative to talk to him.

"Brother," Song Xiaowu came out of the kitchen, holding a teacup and a large crisper in his hand, "Have you had breakfast yet?"

"I've eaten." Yao Jian's routine is extremely regular, and Song Xiaowu certainly knows that he should have eaten long ago, but the atmosphere in the living room is too tense, so he can only find something to say.

Yao Jian took the cup and put it on the coffee table. Seeing Song Xiaowu sitting down on the low stool between himself and the woman, he turned on the TV with the remote control, and dragged the fruit plate to Yao Jian, smilingly said: "Brother, Eat fruit. Bought from outside, but the taste is not bad." Yao Jian didn't say anything, he just lowered his head and took out the sugar oranges one by one from another large bag of fruit that hadn't been plated. Peel off the skin and put it in a crisper.

Song Yunmei loves to eat tangerines, and she firmly believes that if she eats a lot of fruit instead of dinner, she won’t gain weight. It’s just that she just had her nails done and it’s not convenient to peel them by herself. eat slowly.

"I'll peel this whole box first, you can eat as much as you want, and put the rest in the refrigerator. Next time you take it out, remember to put it first, don't eat it too cold." Song Xiaowu said to Song Yunmei while peeling it. After thinking about the way they get along with each other, it seems that they are different from other mothers and children.

Song Yunmei showed a half-smile expression, and couldn't help but glance at Yao Jian.

That kind of unconscious defense made Yao Jian suddenly feel provoked, he frowned, and found a suitable reason for his unknown anger: "Come back with me in a while, you can't wait until tomorrow's New Year's Eve dinner. "

Song Xiaowu paused his fingers, turned his head to look at him, and said with a good temper: "I have told my father many times, he must know me..."

"Father didn't agree," Yao Jian interrupted him directly, "he won't agree either." He almost said harshly: "You are from the Yao family."

Song Xiaowu pursed his lower lips, still peeled and put away the oranges in his hand, and forced a smile.

Yao Jian suddenly hated his appearance very much. Before he could speak, he said coldly: "Don't make excuses. Go clean up and follow me immediately."

His tone was too domineering, Song Yunmei was irritated, she put her arm around Song Xiaowu's shoulder, and said to Yao Jian aggressively, "Why do you murder my son!"

Only then did Yao Jian raise her eyelids and glance at her. The brief exchange of glances made Song Yunmei lose her momentum. Then she realized that he was different from that man after all. Mr. Yao was handsome and elegant when he was young, and he treated their little girls even more. He is personable, but he doesn't want to have a son, but he is indifferent and serious, and has a defiant personality.

Annoyed and guilty, she still held onto Song Xiaowu with her arms, and Song Xiaowu couldn't sit still or stand up because of her dragging her, so she said: "Mom, Mom, it's okay... you can let go of me first." .”

Only then did Song Yunmei let go, and when Song Xiaowu stood up, she also stood up, pointed at Yao Jian and said, "Let me tell you, don't act like that! You are amazing, you are capable, so don't let the old man put us Xiaowu If you admit it, you can't stop it because you don't have that ability, so the old man is willing to spoil him... Is my son still inferior to you? Stop shouting at him..."

"Mom, mom, it's done!" Song Xiaowu couldn't stop her from talking several times, and his tone couldn't help becoming anxious for a while.

Yao Jian closed her eyes slightly, and turned her head away, obviously unwilling to pay attention to her face.

Song Yunmei shut her mouth unconvinced, raised her hand and stroked her clothes habitually, and began to straighten her hair again. Although it was true that her image was lost just now, it was worth it to vent her anger on behalf of her son.

"Brother," Song Xiaowu suppressed his emotions, and said, "You go back. My mother just came back this year, and I want to spend the New Year with her."

"You go back and tell Dad about this, I have no discussion here."

Song Xiaowu sighed and said, "Brother, why do you..."

He didn't want to embarrass himself after all.He could tell that Yao Jian knew that Song Yunmei was back, and he could understand his bad attitude towards her.But to Song Xiaowu, Song Yunmei was his own mother after all, if he didn't stand by her, who else would protect her?

He originally had a simple idea: Yao's old man, Mrs. Yao, and Yao Jian's family were reunited, and he would accompany Song Yunmei.It was originally a solution that would please everyone, but the old man refused to agree, and neither did the elder brother.Before, he was afraid that Song Yunmei would have something to do with the Yao family again, and he hadn't told the old man the truth, but now that he thought about it, Yao Jian knew, so did the old man know?

Anyway, this time he didn't want to let this step.

The two gradually fell into a stalemate.Yao Jian waited for a while, and finally lost his patience, and asked, "You take your things by yourself, or should I ask someone to clean them up?" His original intention was to drag Song Xiaowu back to Yao's house first, and if there was anything that needed to be brought, then Someone came to pick it up, but Song Yunmei took this as a threat, and immediately asked loudly, "What do you mean!"

Yao Jian only felt that she was puzzled, and she didn't intend to listen to Yao Jian's answer. Seeing Song Xiaowu silently took the peeled fruit peels to the kitchen and dumped them, and went to the dining room to clean up the dishes, Song Yunmei followed her and held Song Xiaowu back He said in a low voice: "Don't talk to him. Go back there by yourself later, be careful of him, and don't let your father think that it's his credit for your willingness to go back."

"Mom, I said I would stay with you, and you don't have to worry about the rest." Song Xiaowu said while washing the dishes, but he didn't hear Song Yunmei's answer for a long time, and turned around with some doubts.

"I..." Song Yunmei also felt a little guilty, "I made an appointment with Mrs. Luo before to go to the Pearl Island party during the Chinese New Year..."

When Song Xiaowu heard the words, he couldn't help feeling dumbfounded: "Tomorrow? When did you buy the plane ticket?"

"Just a few days ago, I specially bought tomorrow morning's..." Song Yunmei said, and she began to regret in her heart: "I thought you would definitely go to Yao's house, instead of spending New Year's Eve here alone, It's better to spend time with them on the plane, your Aunt Luo's good sister has a villa over there. If I had known..."

"Forget it..." Song Xiaowu felt a little complicated when he heard the reason. He didn't tell Song Yunmei in advance. In the final analysis, it was because of lack of confidence. He was afraid that he would not be able to make up his mind until the end. Now he finally felt a little bit desperate. Instead, Song Yunmei got her salary pulled from the bottom.

It's pointless to blame anyone at this point, it's better to let Song Yunmei go to Pearl Island to have fun.That Mrs. Luo's son, Song Xiaowu, had heard of the big name, and he didn't have a big business in the circle, but he was very popular. If Song Yunmei and her group went out, at least there would be no problem in terms of safety.

Song Xiaowu asked her a few words, gave her a secondary card, and asked: "When will I come to pick you up?"

Song Yunmei held the little black card, not feeling happy at all, she thought about it: "Let's see it later."

"Mom," Song Xiaowu suddenly stopped her, "Didn't you lie to me?"

Song Yunmei couldn't help but squeezed out a smile: Actually, she hadn't thought about it so much.