Chapter 2 Sister, I'm sorry

Author: Mahjong

Chapter 2 Sister, I'm sorry

When he rushed to the door of his house, Zhao Wenmu suddenly didn't dare to step in.

In front of me, the low and dilapidated adobe house in my memory.

I really went back to 1980.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Wenmu pushed open the gate of the courtyard and saw Zhao Jing lying on the table in the main room and writing something.

She was carrying a small swaddle cloth on her back. The little Nannan was already hungry and was sleeping now.

The thin figure looks even thinner at this moment.

Hearing the movement, she turned her head and looked over, her eyes full of despair and despair.

Zhao Wenmu felt the pain of his heart thrusting.

In his previous life, Zhao Jing wrote this letter in despair and helplessness, and then took Xiao Nannan off the cliff?

How desperate is this that makes this tenacious and tenacious woman walk into a dead end with her child who is less than three months old?

Thinking of this, he really wanted to beat him and beat Zhao Wenmu, who forced his wife to death in his previous life.

Seeing that it was Zhao Wenmu, Zhao Jing hurriedly put away the paper and pen, and the expression in his eyes quickly calmed down.

Then a ruthlessness rose in her eyes.

She gently put down Xiao Nannan, rushed to Zhao Wenmu, raised her hand and slapped him.

Zhao Wenmu was beaten back as soon as he reached his mouth.

Then she started crying loudly, beating Zhao Wenmu while crying.

At this moment, she didn't want to take Xiao Nannan to die. Xiao Nannan was her life and no one could take her away!

Why did Zhao Wenmu take away her rice noodles money?

Her little girl is still hungry!

Thinking of this, she didn't realize that she was getting heavier and heavier.

By the time he realized, Zhao Wenmu had been beaten to a pig's head.

He did not resist or try to stop him, so he let Zhao Jing hit him on the face.

In order to make it easier for Zhao Jing to fight, he even lowered his body slightly.

Zhao Wenmu is nearly 1.8 meters tall and is relatively strong. Zhao Jing is only 1.64 meters tall, even thin.

However, Zhao Jing's slender and thin hands are covered with rough calluses and has great strength.

Zhao Jing was tired of beating, so she hugged her face with her hands and continued to cry.

Zhao Wenmu hugged her in his arms and murmured:

"Sister, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

In fact, they had never had close contact. The time they got pregnant with Xiao Nannan was Zhao Wenmu and had sex while they were half drunk and half awake.

After that, Zhao Wenmu never touched her again.

Zhao Jing cried for a while before he slowly calmed down.

Realizing what was going on, she hurriedly broke free from Zhao Wenmu's arms.

"Brother, are you okay?"

She was really panicked now. Zhao Wenmu's face was blue and purple, and it was already swollen.

There were also shocking scratches on his calves.

Zhao Jing looked carefully and found that there were still many bloody footprints on the ground.

Only then did she notice that Zhao Wenmu had no shoes on one of his feet, and blood was still seeping out.

She immediately squatted down to look, and her eyes were filled with tears again.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Zhao Jing couldn't help feeling distressed in her tone.

Zhao Wenmu only felt warm in her heart. She always pretended to be herself in her heart. Why was she so stupid in her previous life?

"Sister, I'm fine."

Zhao Jing then realized that Zhao Wenmu had been calling her sister. Since the two got married, Zhao Wenmu had never called her sister again. She has always been "Zhao Jing" or "heat".

She hurriedly got white wine and water to clean the wounds on Zhao Wenmu's legs and soles.

Seeing the crisscrossing the soles of Zhao Wenmu's feet, the bones were visible deep, and tears fell one by one.

"Brother, let's go to the health center to have a look."

Zhao Wenmu refused to go, but he knew that his family had no money, and he spent 3 yuan to 3 yuan for him. At present, it should not be enough to buy rice noodles.

"Sister, it's okay, it just looks scary and doesn't hurt at all."

Zhao Jing had no choice but to carefully clean his wounds and bandage him the only little white cotton cloth.

These cloths were originally used to make diapers for Xiao Nannan.

She brought the shoes she made for Zhao Wenmu and carefully put them on.

Zhao Jing makes one or two pairs of shoes for Zhao Wenmuxin every year, but she hasn't had new shoes for several years.

Thinking of this, Zhao Wenmu's eyes became wet again.

At this moment, Xiao Nannan started crying.

Zhao Jing hurried to make rice noodles for her, and then she remembered that the rice noodles were gone.

She stood there with a lonely expression.

Zhao Wenmu suddenly understood.

"Sister, you are waiting at home, I'll go buy rice noodles."

He stood up and walked outside.

Just as he was about to step out of the door, Zhao Wenmu suddenly turned his head and rushed back to Zhao Jing, grabbing Zhao Jing's hand.

"Sister, that 6.3 is here for me, I didn't spend it."

"I'll buy rice noodles now, wait for me!"

Zhao Jing's hands were thin, cold and rough, but he really wanted to hold them like this and never let go again.

"Um."

Zhao Jing lowered her head shyly, but did not pull her hand back.

My brother suddenly seemed to have changed. Could it be because he was beaten by himself?

Zhao Wenmu let go of her hand and immediately ran towards the convenience store in the neighboring village.

"Brother, be slower and be careful of the injuries on your feet."

Behind him was Zhao Jing's anxious shout.

It’s great to have relatives care about it!

The small shop with rice noodles is a branch point under the village supply and marketing cooperative, just in Sanlizhuang not far away.

Because the operator is from Sanlizhuang, and those who come to buy things are from several nearby villages, everyone bows their heads and doesn’t look up, so they can occasionally pay a little money for credit.

A bag of rice noodles costs 500 grams, and the price is 5 yuan.

In this era, a pound of meat is only 600 cents, and rice noodles can be said to be quite expensive.

Milk powder is far more expensive than rice noodles. The supply and marketing cooperatives in the commune do not have milk powder. This thing is a valuable item that can be afforded by city people.

Sure enough, milk powder is not cheap at any time.

Zhao Wenmu only has 3 yuan and 10 cents in his hand.

"Uncle Xu, I only have 3 yuan here. Please see if I can take credit first. I will send it to you tomorrow."

Although Xu Laosan, who sells goods, knows that Zhao Wenmu is a well-known street shop, he often comes to buy things and has a good credit.

Then he agreed readily.

When Zhao Wenmu brought rice noodles to his house, Zhao Jing was walking around the yard with Xiao Nannan in her arms.

There is no way, the child will cry when he is hungry, and she can only distract the little Nannan as much as possible.

Looking at the door as he walked.

She was still worried that Zhao Wenmu would use the money to buy wine or gamble.

The ice is not cold for a day, and if you want her to completely trust Zhao Wenmu, there is still a long way to go.
To be continued...