Self-cultivation with a plate of tomato scrambled eggs

Chapter 42

Knowing that Song Xiaowu was going back to Yao's house at night, Song Yunmei was obviously very reluctant, but she found that she had no reason not to let him go, feeling aggrieved, she didn't even go shopping, and the two went straight back to the hotel.

Seeing that it was still early, Song Xiaowu said: "It's quite lively here, you can go for a stroll if you are alone, and you can buy something." Then he took out a stack of money and gave her: "You can eat dinner by yourself, or I will eat it." book a room for you?"

Song Yunmei shook her head: "Forget it. I'll just eat fruit and yogurt, and I can't eat too much at night."

Song Xiaowu knew that he couldn't argue with her on this point, so he wanted to give a few more words in vain, but then he thought again: After only two days together, it seems like they are inseparable, and there will be more times when the old man calls him, and then How are you doing?

He just nodded: "Then I'm leaving."

This time was just the beginning, Song Xiaowu suddenly realized that there were many things he needed to consider: after the demolition of the old house, he lost a two-bedroom apartment and a sum of money. Now that I'm back, I need a place to live. I'll ask her if she has bought all kinds of insurance when I find time.

However, it takes several months to renovate a house, and now that the Chinese New Year is approaching, it is even more difficult to hire workers.If it was Song Xiaowu himself, he wouldn't mind spending Chinese New Year's Eve in a hotel, but the previous generation had a different idea after all, after much deliberation, he still had to bring Song Yunmei back to the house in Xinghewan.

Song Xiaowu didn't want to tell Li Tianqi immediately the news of his own mother's return at first: Da Lizi is more thoughtful, and he likes to think about something when he hears something.This time when he returned to Liangxi, Song Xiaowu stuffed a bunch of gifts, and his father-in-law, mother-in-law, and sister-in-law were not left behind. He just wanted to make some sideshows before the two of them officially showed off to the Li family, and seize the opportunity to increase their favorability.He tried his best to solve his own affairs.

But since he wanted to bring Song Yunmei back to their home, he had to say hello to Li Tianqi.

Song Xiaowu drove the car into the garage, took out his mobile phone and dialed the number.

"Xiao Wu." Li Tianqi sounded in a good mood, "He Yang's family invited us to dinner tonight."

"Yo, you finally met your in-laws?" Song Xiaowu couldn't help but also smiled.

"Well. Dad also said that we should call you together."

"That's so embarrassing..." Song Xiaowu habitually acted like a good boy when he got an advantage, and only halfway through his mouth did he realize the huge amount of information: "Wait! What did you just say?"

The smile in Li Tianqi's voice was thicker: "They have already guessed that eight or nine are close to ten, as long as you want, arrange a time and meet again formally - I planned to tell you when I go home at night, first one People are happy for a while."

"I am willing, I am willing!" Song Xiaowu was so happy that he jumped on the spot, and was immediately hit by the roof of the car with an "Ai yo". Going back to the scene: "You're so wimpy! Let's be happy for a while..."

Li Tianqi didn't refute either.In fact, the process was not as smooth as he said.

Since returning home on New Year's Day, Li's father first talked to him and asked him what he was doing outside. Seeing his father's serious face, Li Tianqi simply confessed his relationship with Song Xiaowu.Father Li frowned and remained silent for a while, before saying: "You left last time, and your mother cried secretly for a few days... so it was because of this."

When Li Tianqi heard this sentence, his heart was turned upside down. As he knelt down, he thought about his words in his mind. He was afraid that he and Xiao Wu would not be able to explain how he and Xiao Wu have come together in these years, and he was afraid of revealing too much. Export, no doubt hurt the parents again.

The more cautious you are, the more difficult it is to open your mouth. In the end, there is only one sentence: "I am sincere to him. If he is not here, I don't know how long it will take before I dare to come back... It's not filial, parents , sister, lover, all because of him, there is no way to oppose each other, let alone talk about it, let go of either party."

Father Li looked at him, but his expression was so complicated that he didn't seem to be looking at him. After some time, he sighed and said, "Stop kneeling."

Seeing Li Tianqi looking up at him, but hesitating and refusing to get up, Father Li couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "You were naughty when you were young, and you were never punished to kneel..."

He sighed, and said slowly: "You treat us as old antiques, and you can't accept this. In fact, at this age, what else can't be taken lightly? You have identified this person and want to get along with him, which is a bit deviant. You won't break any laws. You can live your life clearly, don't make your mother worry, and I have nothing to interfere with."

After listening to these words, Li Tianqi stood up slowly. Although it was a wooden floor, unexpectedly, his knees ached from the cold, as if they had been pricked by needles, after kneeling for a long time.

To be honest, his father was so reasonable and reasonable, which was a bit beyond his expectation; after thinking about it carefully, he realized that it is not necessarily how easy it is for the older generation to accept new ideas, it is nothing more than that he does not want his children to be sad and embarrassing.

Li Tianqi opened his mouth, wanting to say "thank you", but between father and son, how can the word "grateful" be included?

In the end, the mother and daughter who came back from shopping broke the silence: "What are you two doing? It's so dark in the room, Tianqi, your father is stingy and you don't turn on the lights just like him..."

Besides, when Song Xiaowu, who was in a mess, heard Li Tianqi's news, he felt relieved, and felt that ten more things were nothing at the moment.After I was happy with this talk, I finally talked about myself.

"That big plum, let me tell you one more thing, my mother is back."

"is it?"

Sensing Li Tianqi's cautiousness, Song Xiaowu couldn't help laughing: "Don't be nervous. In fact, I'm not very temperamental. She has had a hard time outside, and if she wants to find me when she comes back, then I will recognize her."

"...It's fine if you're willing." Li Tianqi couldn't help feeling distressed. Song Xiaowu was different from himself. He had only had a grandmother by his side since he was a child, and his parents came to him when he grew up. Don't ask, I just feel that something is better than nothing, as long as he can get along well, he has earned it.

Song Xiaowu himself didn't think so, instead he comforted him and said, "It's okay, take your time to see your parents. My mother just came back, so I have to do some psychological training for her first? Also, during the Chinese New Year I will If we want her to live in our house, we have to wait until the next year to renovate and renovate the house, do you think so?"

"Didn't everyone say it's 'our family'? You don't have the right to make a decision yet?" Li Tianqi thought for a while, and then said: "You don't have to deliberately collect my things, just tell your mother frankly that you live with me, She lives by herself for a period of time, maybe she can slowly observe it, and it will probably be easier to accept it in the future."

"It's yours, Big Lizi." Song Xiaowu couldn't help teasing, and looked outside the car casually, but suddenly saw Yao Jian standing in front of him, almost threw his phone out in fright, gasped twice, and finally I heard Li Tianqi asking on the other end of the phone: "Xiao Wu? What's wrong?"

"It's okay, it's okay," Song Xiaowu laughed dryly, "My brother came to ask me to eat."

"Well, then you go first."

Song Xiaowu opened the car door, called "Brother", and Yao Jian asked, "Who have you been calling for so long inside?"

Song Xiaowu pretended not to hear, and asked him instead: "Brother, when did you come back?"

Yao Jian didn't bother to speak at all, and raised his chin forward.

Song Xiaowu saw that his brother's car was parked further in than him.

"Hehe." Song Xiaowu pretended not to be embarrassed at all, got out of the car and walked into the house with his brother.

"There have been too many things recently, and you haven't seen each other since you came back. How are you doing?" Yao Jian asked, and looked at him a few more times: "You look better than when you were abroad."

Song Xiaowu laughed: "How can foreign countries compare with home." He sighed again: "As soon as you and Dad come back, the home will be more lively, and finally it feels like the Chinese New Year is coming soon."

Hearing this sentence, Yao Jian suddenly stopped and looked at him with a bit of scrutiny in his eyes.

Song Xiaowu thought inwardly that it was not good: just now, he was quick to talk, but he forgot to mention Mrs. Yao, and now he wants to add it, which is too self-deprecating.

But Yao Jian asked, "You really think so?"

"Uh," Song Xiaowu hastened to make amends, "Isn't Chinese New Year just a family reunion. When my wife comes back, these door gods and Spring Festival couplets should be posted."

Yao Jian was noncommittal, raised her leg and entered the door.

Song Xiaowu followed behind him, and as soon as he entered the living room, he saw Secretary Gao who used to follow Yao Jian sitting on the sofa talking with the old man.

"Father." Yao Jian greeted the old man, and Secretary Gao got up and turned around: "Director." Then he nodded to Song Xiaowu: "Second Young Master."

Song Xiaowu smiled and said, "Hello." Seeing that the two seemed to have something to talk about, he went back upstairs by himself.

After dinner in the evening, Mr. Yao asked someone to bring some calligraphy and painting boxes, and said to Song Xiaowu, "You can pick out the Spring Festival couplets and New Year pictures you asked for earlier, and send them out in the next few days."

He stood up and pointed to the gift brought by Secretary Gao on the table: "Take these things too."

Song Xiaowu murmured in his heart: They are all great supplements, not to mention that Daniel would get a nosebleed after eating them, even Mr. Bainton wouldn't be able to use them... What's wrong with Dad?Could it be that Secretary Gao offended his old man somewhere?

As he was thinking, he subconsciously got up, but the old man stopped him: "I'm going out for a walk."

Song Xiaowu had no choice but to stay, thought for a while, carried the box and went upstairs to knock on Yao Jian's bedroom door.

Yao Jian had just come out of the bathroom and was blowing his hair when he heard a knock on the door. He knew that no one else would come except Song Xiaowu, and he probably needed his help for something.

Song Xiaowu sat down on a chair with a bunch of gift boxes in his arms. Seeing that Yao Jian seemed to be planning to go to bed earlier, he asked straight to the point, "Is Dad in a bad mood recently?"

Yao Jian was taken aback, and said, "Maybe it's because I was tired a while ago."

Song Xiaowu made a look of sudden realization, and said again: "Then Secretary Gao didn't give these things properly? Why did you make Dad angry instead?"

Yao Jian sat down on the single sofa opposite him, but didn't answer, just said: "Since you're back, let's spend more time with Dad to relax."

Song Xiaowu nodded: "I'm afraid of saying the wrong thing."

Yao Jian saw that he was unrelenting, and knew that the matter had nothing to do with him, but she was still a little angry. She was silent for a while, and then said: "Secretary Gao will be transferred to Jianan after the next year, so I come today to bid farewell to my father."

Song Xiaowu listened carefully, but in fact he didn't understand: Secretary Gao, as Yao Jian's secretary, has a cadre establishment, and it's very common to be transferred to a local job. Could it be that he was demoted because of some fault?That won't make Dad angry, or is it to blame him for saying goodbye too late?Even more unlikely...

Yao Jian had a panoramic view of the expression on his face, and after he had pondered enough, he said, "From now on at home, just don't mention Aunt Lin."

Song Xiaowu immediately looked up at him when he heard the words, both surprised and suspicious.

Seeing that he didn't know where he was going, Yao Jian had to explain: "Secretary Gao is Aunt Lin's son, and they will return to Jianan to settle down in the future."

Song Xiaowu really didn't know the relationship between the two before, so he couldn't help being a little surprised. After thinking for a while, he finally accepted the fact that Aunt Lin would never come back to Yao's house.

"Go back and rest early." Yao Jian stood up and said in a mild tone.Song Xiaowu was still a little lost in his heart, and didn't bother to pay attention to what time it was, so he stood up as he said, "Well, good night, big brother."

Yao Jian watched him go out, and then realized that Song Xiaowu didn't ask him for anything this time, as if he was concerned about the old man's emotional state.

I couldn't help but sneered in my heart: After all, the old man doted on him.

It's true that Song Xiaowu was concerned about the old man, but this time he didn't have any intentions: it would be too deserted to let Song Yunmei spend the New Year alone, and he planned to spend the New Year's Eve not at Yao's side.If the old man is in a better mood, a few more coquettish moments will always make the old man nod.

It's a pity that looking at the current posture, there is no legitimate reason, but it is not easy to ask for leave.Song Xiaowu rolled his eyes, and decided to make up "relatives from grandpa's side" as an excuse to reunite with him—speaking of which, Song Yunmei was indeed a relative from grandpa's side.

As for Song Xiaowu's grandparents' affairs, the old man really never interfered much.However, Song Xiaowu was negligent for a moment: the old man still has the right to interfere with his son.

"I haven't seen each other for so many years, but now I think of you, my nephew."

"They just came to the capital." The old man's face was hesitant, and Song Xiaowu's defense was somewhat lacking in confidence, "I have been living in my hometown before. I heard from my grandfather that there are many children in his elder brother's and second elder brother's family. It is enough for them to go to school." It's been hard enough, and there is no money to go to Beijing to visit relatives..." This is true, but it was all told by grandma to him after grandpa passed away, and as for those relatives, they have long since lost contact.

The old man glanced at him and said slowly: "Father knows that you are a child who attaches great importance to affection, but the word 'relative' cannot be maintained by blood alone, but depends on getting along day and night."

After thinking about it for a moment, I was finally ready to give in: "Since you said that your grandfather's brother let you go, they must be with their whole family. On New Year's Eve, you don't spend the New Year at your own home, what's the matter with going to someone else's place? "

"But..." Song Xiaowu showed a perplexed expression, "I've already promised that it will pass, so you can't keep your word?"

The old man frowned when he heard that he had learned to cut first and then play, "I agreed, I can go any day after the third and fourth grades, can it be called breaking my promise?" Realizing that he was a little too strict, the old man paused, and then continued: "Anyway, you are a child of the Yao family after all."

But I am also that woman's child.Song Xiaowu said in his heart.He considered his tone again, and then said: "Father, I will only go for such a day, and I will come back on the first day of junior high school. Don't you still have your wife and elder brother with you at home..."

"Okay, okay," the old man nodded and said, "You have made up your own mind, you can go by yourself, why do you have to agree with me?" Speaking of this, the more angry this child is, he doesn't know what is good or bad, so he just doesn't see it, doesn't bother him, and stands up to go.Unexpectedly, he almost staggered when he got up, Song Xiaowu hurried forward to help him, seeing the old man was very angry, he couldn't help becoming anxious: "Dad, don't get angry, sit down first..."

The old man let go of his hand, sat on the sofa by himself, took a breath, and saw Song Xiaowu waiting in front of him very nervously, so he said calmly: "Go and bring me the antihypertensive medicine."

"Ah." Song Xiaowu hurriedly opened the drawer to get the medicine, took another cup of warm water, and handed it to the old man.

After the old man had taken the medicine, Song Xiaowu helped him go upstairs to rest. As for the matter of not staying at Yao's house for the New Year, he had to find another opportunity to mention it.

However, in the twinkling of an eye, it was the 27th of the twelfth lunar month. During this period, Song Xiaowu mentioned this word several times, but he was always "moved with emotion and understood with reason" by the old man. In the end, he was blocked by the sentence "bring me the antihypertensive medicine".

Song Xiaowu actually knew that the old man's high blood pressure was not that serious, but if he really acted like he didn't care, it would be too shameful.

He hadn't asked for leave yet, and had to continue to buy new year's goods for Song Yunmei. Song Xiaowu put on his coat and scarf and was about to go out, when Yao Jian came back from the outside.

"Have Xiao Wu not broken up with that man yet?"

After Song Xiaowu left, the old man asked Yao Jian who was about to go upstairs.

Yao Jian had a momentary surprise: Because of Secretary Gao's matter, or rather, because of Aunt Lin's matter, the father and son had actually been at a stalemate for several months, but the face was maintained, and only Song Xiaowu didn't see it. I don't think the old man would take the initiative to speak at this moment—although it's still about Song Xiaowu.

He turned around, still with a very respectful attitude: "I didn't hear any news when I was abroad, and I have been a little negligent recently."

The old man's expression remained unchanged: "Look at him."

Of course Yao Jian looked at him and didn't necessarily ask questions all the time, but he never could be called "negligent", but he didn't tell the old man. The old man didn't like anyone who made a claim before he gave an order.

Besides, he is only a younger brother who is only half of the same blood as himself, and an illegitimate son whose biological mother is not even considered a mistress, so he doesn't deserve much attention from him.

But having said that, since he is sitting in this position in his thirties, although he can't boast that he has never had the slightest ancestral shadow, he still has the wrist ability to sit in this position-many things are now up to him whether he wants to or not. Can it be, for example, to Song Xiaowu, such as to the old man.