When Li Changming saw that he didn't run away, he was at a loss. He raised his hands. He couldn't get past him if he didn't fight, and he was afraid of damaging him if he did.
After a long time, he snorted and put down his hand: "You bastard, you must be drunk and haven't woken up yet."
He may sound stern, but in fact he dotes on this man.
Last night, the two of them watched him go back drunk, and were anxiously waiting for him to mess up. They didn't sleep much all night, but there was no movement at all, which made them worry in vain.
Li Wenyong stuck his head out of the chicken coop.
He just came back from the night shift. He had just gone to bed when he heard Li Wenjun and Li Changming talking. He was afraid that they would start fighting again, so he quickly got up to take a look.
Li Wenjun smiled at Li Wenyong: "Brother, get up and have breakfast before going to bed."
Li Wenyong woke up instantly with fright.
Li Wenjun is handsome and smart, and his grades have always been very good. He seems to be better than him in everything.
Therefore, although he is obviously honest and sensible and never causes trouble, his mother prefers his unruly younger brother who always causes trouble.
Li Wenyong didn't say anything, but he felt very uncomfortable in his heart.
It was okay for them to fight when they were young. When they grew up, Li Wenjun's reputation became worse and worse, and he was also looked down upon by others, so Li Wenyong was extremely bored with this younger brother.
Li Wenjun also hated Li Wenyong's rigid and pedantic personality, so the relationship between the two brothers was worse than that of strangers outside, and they could not speak a word for several days.
Even if he had to say something, Li Wenjun would always call him "hey" and "hey".
Today I actually called him ‘brother’…
Li Wenyong stared at the steaming breakfast on the table: This guy definitely put croton in the soy milk!!
His younger brother was a bad boy. When he was a child, he once replaced the tea in his teapot with soapy water. After drinking it, he felt like a fish for several days and could spit out bubbles when he opened his mouth.
But this kid said that he just wanted to know what would happen if someone eats soap.
Li Wenjun took the chopsticks from the kitchen and poured rice noodles into the milk.
Gu Zhanyan is too thin and doesn't have enough milk. Diandian has been eating rice cereal made from milk and sifted rice flour made from home-fried rice since he was six months old.
The milk in the canteen is cheap, but it is too thin and not nutritious enough.
I'll go to the city to buy some milk powder another day and come back with some.
If he has any attachment to his life forty years from now, it would be that he has enough supplies and can buy anything he wants for his family at any time.
Li Wenjun raised his head with this thought, only to see his family members staring at him, their eyes so surprised that it could even be said to be a little scary.
"Why is this fried rice paste so difficult to mix? It forms a ball when you pour it down." Li Wenjun laughed dryly, walked over with the bowl and sat down next to Gu Zhanyan.
"Let your wife come, what can you do?" Li Changming looked disgusted.
Liu Cuihong glanced nervously at Li Wenjun.
Manzi finally did some work this morning, but Li Changming disliked him for no good reason. He was afraid that he would flip the table and leave.
Li Wenjun smiled: "Yes, it's my first time adjusting it, so I'm not very skilled at it. If I try it more in the future, I'll definitely get it right."
Li Wenyong saw Li Wenjun take a sip of soy milk before he dared to start eating.
Gu Zhanyan raised his head and mixed the rice noodles.
Only then did Li Changming see the slap marks on her face. He was so angry that he picked up his shoes and threw them at Li Wenjun: "You bastard only knows how to drink and beat your wife."
Li Wenjun could have escaped, but he was afraid of hitting Dian Dian and Gu Zhanyan, so he faced them instead.
The liberation shoe hit Li Wenjun on the shoulder and then fell to the ground.
The atmosphere at the table became more tense.
Except for the ignorant Diandian, everyone else felt that Li Wenjun's powder keg was bound to explode.
Li Wenjun, however, looked calm: "Dad, calm down. If your shoes fall into the bowl, you won't even have breakfast. I was such a jerk in the past. From today on, I will never drink again, let alone hit Xiao Gu."
If I don't change and you hit me again, I will never hide."
He stood up and picked up the shoes, squatted down and put them on for Li Changming, then stared at his father's thin, scar-covered legs.
Before, he didn't understand his father's painstaking efforts. He only had hatred and disgust for his father, and he didn't have time to be filial to his father for a day. Later, he suddenly realized that it was too late to regret.
Li Changming felt something was wrong even more and stared at him: "You kid, what's so good about my legs? Do you have a fever?"
Li Wenyong shook his head: "No, alcohol must have damaged his brain. At first glance, he looks like Lao Wangtou."
Lao Wangtou was a rag collector from the nearby village. He dragged a cart around here every day. He used the little money he had to drink, and the more he drank, the stupider he became. The 15 cents still counted as half a day.
Li Wenjun washed his hands and came back to sit down: "Don't guess, I'm very fine. I just thought about something clearly in one night."
For him now, those forty years are more like a dream. God saw that he was such a bastard and made him live his whole life in one night. Only by experiencing the loneliness and pain after losing everything can he completely wake up and live a good life.
Li Changming: "It's weird if I believe you."
"If you don't believe me, don't believe me. Let's eat first." Li Wenjun grinned, "The days are still long anyway, and you have plenty of opportunities to test me."
Gu Zhanyan was trying hard to evenly distribute the rice noodles he had mixed into a ball.
Li Wenjun stretched out his hand towards Diandian: "How about you come to dad's place and let mom get you something to eat."
Gu Zhanyan hesitated for a moment. It was really difficult to hold Diandian with one hand, and he was afraid that it would splash on Diandian and burn her.
And Diandian is really hungry, now he is looking at the bowl and eating his fingers.
Seeing that Gu Zhanyan did not refuse, Li Wenjun hurriedly took Diandian over.
Li Wenjun had almost never hugged her. This hug was too unfamiliar. Diandian looked frightened and stretched out his little arms towards Gu Zhanyan, humming and looking back into Zhanyan's arms.
Li Wenjun was a little at a loss and imitated Gu Zhanyan, patting her gently and making funny faces to tease her.
Diandian forgot about her fear, chuckled and stopped struggling.
Li Wenjun kissed the little face hard and sighed secretly: It was really not easy. I worked hard all morning and played some tricks before finally holding my daughter.
Over there, Liu Cuihong was asking Li Wenyong: "Yong, what happened to you and Liu Dongmei?"
Li Wenyong's face hesitated: "It's nothing."
Liu Dongmei and Li Wenyong have been in love for more than a year, and they have reached the stage of marriage. Liu Dongmei often comes to sit and talk to Liu Cuihong. The Li family already regards her as half a daughter-in-law.
But she hasn't been seen much in the past month.
Li Changming was a little anxious: "It doesn't matter. Get her back as soon as possible. Our family will not treat her badly, and you are not young anymore. Your brother is..."
Liu Cuihong kicked Li Changming under the table.
The marriage between Li Wenjun and Gu Zhanyan has always been taboo for Li Wenjun.
He always felt that Gu Zhanyan climbed into his bed while he was drunk just to get involved with him, so he never gave Gu Zhanyan a good look.
Li Wenjun pretended not to notice their little moves, lowered his eyes and said: "Hey, no need to ask, the Liu Dongmei family must not only want three turns and one ring, but also something else before they are willing to get married."
