Ye Wancheng sighed: "Everyone has their own living habits. You don't know how difficult the conditions were when we entered Xinjiang. Not to mention taking a bath, we couldn't even find the water we drank."
"In order to ensure that the food can grow, we pour all the water we drink into the ground. Many times, we all have the same mind. Even if we die of thirst, as long as the food harvest is good, we will be content to support the construction of the motherland."
"And no matter how dirty I am, plum blossoms have never despised me, and they still hugged me and slept soundly, because I am her man, and I am not stinky or bad. I am someone else."
Ye Ling suddenly didn't want to talk anymore. Many times, the two people's thinking was not on the same channel. There were limits to accommodate. She couldn't accept that her man could smoke at home and didn't like to take a bath.
"Okay, I'll go abroad. It will take a few months. Now you are free. You will do whatever you want at home, no one cares about you!" Ye Ling said angrily, then turned over and fell asleep.
Ye Wancheng didn't say anything because there was no need. Don't judge whether the matter between husband and wife is right or wrong, just like shoes of the same size forty, some are comfortable to wear, while others are uncomfortable.
The room was a little stuffy, and Ye Ling liked to pull curtains when sleeping. In fact, there was no building in front of them, and it was okay to open the windows.
Ye Wancheng got up and went back to the study room. The window was open, and the autumn breeze blew in from outside. Ye Wancheng pulled out a cigarette and was about to light it, but subconsciously glanced behind him. But then smiled bitterly again and then lit it.
Standing in front of the window, a sip of smoke floated out, and soon mixed with the night sky, missing. At this moment, he missed the plum blossoms very much. I wonder what she was doing with a bunch of children? It was daytime there, right?
He is fifty and plum blossoms are 49. In this blink of an eye, the two have known each other for thirty years. They have eaten all the bitter plum blossoms with him, but the two are dispersed when everything is fine.
Will she think about herself? She probably does, but every time she thinks about it, she probably curses.
At this moment, plum blossoms were calling Ye Yufan. Today is Ye Wancheng's birthday. She has been busy these days, and she almost forgot about this.
Every year on Ye Wancheng's birthday, she remembers to make him a bowl of longevity noodles, but she almost forgot this year.
Maybe this shouldn't be something she cares about? After all, he already has a wife, so I wonder if that woman will be thinking about these things?
But Meihua knew that he would definitely not remember it. He couldn't remember any of his birthday when they were together for so long.
Now that the second son is there, she can only call him and tell him not to forget to make a bowl of longevity noodles for his father.
Ye Yufan received a call from her mother. After hearing her, she was still confused. She slept late last night and was woken up by the phone again. Looking at her watch, it was only past five o'clock. You should know that it was only 8 o'clock in the north.
Cuicui was also woken up by the phone and asked in a daze: "Who is calling at the third update in the middle of the night?"
Ye Yufan smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Mom, today my dad's birthday, I told me to remind him to eat noodles."
Cuicui sat up suddenly: "Dad’s birthday today? Why didn’t you say it earlier?"
"How can I remember it? I don't even remember my birthday." Ye Yufan muttered, lay down and went to bed again.
Cuicui put on her pajamas and went downstairs to the kitchen.
"What are you doing?" Ye Yufan asked in wonder when he saw his wife get up at this time.
"I'll go and make some sticks with noodles, and I'll go there to sit for my father later." Cuicui started to work hard after saying that.
The most important thing is to make noodles and noodles. People in the northern Xinjiang only put some salt in their pasta. The kung fu is all about kung fu. The noodles will almost become weak and people in the northern Xinjiang like to eat them.
Ye Yufan opened his eyes and was stunned for a while, then he felt sleepy and turned over and fell asleep again.
The next morning, Ye Ling got up and was about to cook, but someone knocked on the door. Ye Ling felt sorry for her, and she knocked on the door so ignorant. When she opened the door, she saw Cuicui, so she hurriedly opened the door and let in.
Cuicui held a basin in her hand, and the plated strips inside were pulled. It only took a last stretch when putting it in the pot.
Ye Wancheng also pushed the door out at this time. Cuicui looked at Ye Wancheng who was walking out of the study with some suspicion and asked: "Dad, do you live in the study?"
Ye Ling quickly explained: "Your father works late and sometimes lives in the study."
"Dad, happy birthday, I'll make noodles for you!" Cuicui said that and went into the kitchen. After a while, a basin of fragrant noodles was ready.
Seeing Cuicui leaving, Ye Wancheng asked, "Why don't you eat together? We can't eat so much?"
Cuicui smiled pursed her lips and said, "There are still there at home. I will eat with your son and grandson. If my mother hadn't called, I wouldn't have known it was your birthday. Dad, I remember this time, and I will make noodles for you every year from now on."
Ye Wancheng smiled and nodded. After Cuicui left, Ye Ling had a gloomy face and didn't say anything, nor did she eat noodles. Ye Wancheng shouted a few times and saw that she didn't move, so he simply ignored it and went to work after eating.
Ye Ling packed her luggage alone, and tears flowed silently. This is her love, this is the man who made her defect to her regardless of everything...
"Mom, why are you always out of your mind today?" During dinner, Ye Yuze asked at her lost mother.
"Today is your father's birthday. I told my second child that he reminded your father to eat noodles?" Meihua said absent-mindedly.
Ye Yuze picked up the phone speechlessly and dialed it out. He wouldn't call his younger brother, but that guy knew his job without any heart. He called Cuicui.
The phone was answered, Cuicui told her about the morning events, and Ye Yuze smiled and thanked her. Cuicui angrily said, "Brother, do you treat me as an outsider? That's our dad."
After hanging up the phone, Ye Yuze said Cui Cui Cui's words. Meihua then started to eat with relief.
Now the two Ye Yuji and Aijiang look like older children. Ye Feng is becoming more and more sensible. Only Ye Rou and Ye Mei are still young, but they are also serious about sitting at the dining table, wearing a small apron, and trying hard toward his own dining plate.
The third and fourth brothers rarely come back to have dinner now. If the fourth brother hadn't watched the plum blossom tightly, he would probably have been following the third brother and would not go home to sleep.
The rules for plum blossoms are relatively strict in this regard, that is, before adulthood, they are not allowed to stay outside except for living in school. Boys should learn to protect themselves.
As soon as Ye Yuze put down his bowl, the phone rang. Ye Yuze answered the phone, but it was Old John's voice: "Yuze, come to the hospital quickly, I need your help."
Chapter completed!