257. Chapter 257 Remembering the bitter and thinking of the sweet

Author: Mahjong Jun

Chapter 257 Remembering the bitterness and remembering the sweetness

Pingyang County, nursing home community.

The little girl's howl directly blinded Zhao Wenmu and Zhao Jing.

The couple's eyes touched each other and they communicated quickly and silently.

Then he immediately came to the conclusion: The little guy probably made some mistake.

Zhao Jing gently pulled out the little head buried in her arms and explained in a warm voice:

"My dear, mother will not die, mother will not go anywhere."

The little guy gradually stopped crying, and then continued to cry twitchingly, with her little nose twitching slightly. She raised her head and looked at Zhao Wenmu with her big misty eyes.

It seems that he wants to get reassurance from his father.

Looking at the little guy's flushed face, Zhao Wenmu gently stroked her wet hair and answered gently but firmly:

"Of course Mom won't die. Mom can live for many, many years!"

The little guy still seemed a little unconvinced, still holding Zhao Jing tightly with his two little hands.

"But my mother has gray hair. Grandma Zhang said that she is old and will die soon."

As he spoke, the little guy started crying again.

Zhao Wenmu and Zhao Jing were both heartbroken and funny. The couple coaxed them for a long time and finally made the little guy believe that Zhao Jing would not die.

I also figured out why she had such thoughts.

It's nothing more than a tongue-in-cheek remark made by a few old people when they were chatting: "I'm getting older, my hair has turned gray, and I won't be alive for a few more years."

The little guy somehow came to the conclusion that "having gray hair" = "dying".

Of course, whoever can figure out the brain circuits of children should win a Nobel Prize on the spot.

This is not the first time that the little one has made such a mistake. She was "kissed" by a butterfly once before, and she thought she was the fairy under the moon in the picture book.

Zhao Wenmu and Zhao Jing are the boys and girls under the Fairy Seat.

The little guy carefully collected a bottle of "toilet water" and prepared to refine the elixir for the couple.

In fact, it was the tap water that Zhao Jing sprinkled when watering the flowers in the morning.

"Fell asleep."

Zhao Jing gently closed the door to the room and returned to the swing frame.

After the little guy understood that his mother would not die, he immediately broke down in tears and laughed. Then after Zhao Jing's repeated assurances, he finally let go of his hands holding his mother.

But I still couldn't get out of my mother's arms.

After a while, the little guy who was tired from crying fell asleep in Zhao Jing's arms.

So Zhao Jing carried her to the back room, while Zhao Wenmu wiped her face with a warm towel.

The swing frame was very solid. Zhao Jing sat down silently and looked down at the floor tiles in front of her, looking very lonely.

Zhao Wenmu was a little overwhelmed by this sudden turn of events. He squatted down in front of Zhao Jing and grabbed a pair of soft and slender catkins.

"What's wrong?"

Looking at his wife's somewhat red eyes, Zhao Wenmu asked with concern.

"It's nothing. I just remembered that I was once so thin and small, and now I am a little girl who can say 'Mom is old', and I suddenly felt a little sad. At that time, I was worried that she would not survive."

Zhao Jing laughed as she spoke. Although she was smiling, her tears couldn't help but fall down one by one.

Zhao Wenmu's heart ached with pain.

He leaned forward and hugged the other person, murmuring:

"Right?"

Before he could say the words of apology, a slightly cool hand touched his lips.

"Husband, don't say you're sorry. My daughter is the best gift you have given me, and it will always be."

True love is a knife, the sharpest knife.

The unexpected words of love made Zhao Wenmu feel both sweet and bitter in his heart.

Fortunately, there is still a chance, and fortunately you are all here.

This time, I will make you happy.

Zhao Wenmu swore over and over again in his heart.

The two hugged each other quietly until the noise of children on the street outside the wall broke the tranquility and warmth. Only then did Zhao Wenmu stand up, rubbing his numb and sore legs.

"do not move."

Gently holding down Zhao Jing, who was also about to get up, he turned around and walked behind the swing, leaned over and pushed it.

Butterflies flutter gently among the flowers, the woman on the swing smiles like a flower, and the years are peaceful.

The couple was reminiscing about the hardships and sweetness under the swing. When they talked about their inspiration, they immediately decided to go back to the old house in Shanqian Village to stay for two days.

So when the little girl woke up, the family of three, together with Shi Hou and Shi Feng, returned to Shanqian Village.

However, looking at the old house that was low and cramped and could be covered in dust at any time, the couple lost the interest they had when they came and did not want to live there for a few days.

Even so, Zhao Jing still stayed in the courtyard for a while, tirelessly telling her little girl stories about her "childhood".

The little guy was confused and didn't recall anything.

Zhao Wenmu listened with great interest, especially some of Zhao Jing's mental journey from pregnancy to delivery. He hid next to him and listened carefully to every word.

These are the lives he has missed in his past and present lives.

Zhao Jing naturally knew that he was listening, not to mention that her original intention was not to recall the gloomy past.

No matter how gloomy the past is, there will always be some happy moments.

She just needs to remember these moments.

The same is true for Zhao Wenmu.

"At that time, my mother was sitting in front of the stove, and you kicked her."

That was the first time she intuitively felt the little life in her belly. Before that, she was so motionless that Zhao Jing almost thought she would never come to this world.

The little girl still didn't understand this, so she put her soft little hand on the spot where her mother had just touched her.

"Huhu, mom, it doesn't hurt."

Zhao Wenmu took out his camera, and the lens preserved this moment forever.

"On August 27, 1979, Nannan kicked her mother for the first time." This sentence was neatly written on the back of the photo. In the long years to come, the father and daughter would look at it and recall it countless times.

The memories that Zhao Jing treasured, the past that made her happy, were engraved in Zhao Wenmu's heart through her gentle narration.

The family of three in the small courtyard were immersed in the warmth and beauty, and even the apricot trees in the courtyard had their eyebrows raised.

"I*your mother*!*your mother!***"

A rough and rich mezzo-soprano suddenly sounded in front of the door, sometimes high-pitched and loud, sometimes low and hoarse.

Zhao Wenmu frowned and covered the little girl's ears.

Neither he nor Zhao Jing were unfamiliar with this scene.

It's just a rant, it's nothing.

I don’t know whose family secretly plucked whose green onions, whose cows gnawed whose sweet potatoes, or who’s chewing behind their backs and others found out.

It's nothing more than these trivial and trivial matters.

Every time at this time, someone would curse.

What is swearing?

Without him, I would be yelling and cursing along the street.

The middle-aged women with strong fighting skills were yelling and cursing along the streets in the village, greeting each other's parents and relatives of eighteen generations in various vulgar languages.

Usually this kind of scolding is done without naming names, and even the scolders don't know who they are scolding.

Therefore, they usually walk in front of the home of the key suspect several times.

Of course, in order to avoid accidental injury, they will also avoid people with whom they have good relationships or people who are highly respected and cannot be offended.

Just follow your heart, there is no shame in it.

After all, if someone shouts and curses in front of their own house without naming them, everyone will feel offended.

This is how Zhao Wenmu feels at the moment.

"I'll go out and take a look."
To be continued...