During the family meal time, Mu Shaoling was not there.
Zhang Yali put a piece of cucumber into Zhan Zhan's bowl, and put another piece for Ruan Ruan: "Listen to grandma, you have to eat some even if you don't like it. It's the time when you are growing, so be careful not to grow taller."
Everyone else at the table is eating.
Mu Zhanbai looked at the cucumber in the bowl, put it into his mouth, and ate it obediently. After eating, he looked up at his grandma: "Grandma, why don't you eat the onions?"
There is a plate of fried onions on the table. Mu Zhanbai and his sister like to eat it very much. Grandpa also likes it. My uncle and my second grandma all like it, but grandma is the only one who doesn't like it.
Every time you fry onions, you have to put them far away.
Grandma said she couldn't eat if she smelled that smell.
Before Zhang Yali could speak, Cai Xiufen snorted vaguely: "You bitch has a lot of problems. If you don't eat this, you won't eat that either."
The old man had a sharp ear. When he heard this, he frowned and coughed to warn his daughter-in-law Cai Xiufen not to make trouble while eating.
Cai Xiufen raised her eyebrows and continued to eat. She didn't think there was anything wrong with what she said, but she just accepted it and stopped talking.
Zhang Yali naturally heard Cai Xiufen's sarcasm, but she ignored it and told the children in a general way: "Grandma's not eating onions is hereditary. Grandma's father did not eat onions before he was alive."
"Oh!" Mu Zhanbai used his chopsticks awkwardly and said, "There is a beautiful aunt I know, and she doesn't eat onions either."
Zhang Yali smiled.
There are so many people in this world who don’t eat onions.
There is also coriander, and there are many people who don’t eat it.
After dinner, the two little guys went out to play. After dark, they went upstairs to wash up and go to bed.
…
It's been a long night.
Ruan Bai fell into a dream and tossed and turned.
In the dream, there was a splash of water, and Mu Shaoling was taking a shower. She opened the door, walked behind him, pressed against him, and hugged the strong waist of the man in front of her.
He turned around, lowered his head, and sucked a string of kisses/marks on the side of her neck.
She raised her head, wanting more.
The heavy breathing and unscrupulous touches made her tremble. The strands of hair wet with sweat stuck to her face, enduring the heat that she couldn't bear.
The stretched body became trembling.
She retreated, and Mu Shaoling pressed forward again. After a brief moment of looking at each other, their lips and tongues intertwined delicately.
An unspeakable voice escaped from her lips/tongue, and her body felt like it was being beaten by waves, rising and falling. She opened her eyes and could clearly see the man's eyelashes, which were so thick that even women would be jealous.
Suddenly, the screen changed.
A wealthy businessman who was over fifty years old was waving to her, smiling ferociously.
"Ah!" Ruan Bai sat up from the bed in shock.
Breathing in and out together, my mind is at a loss.
After a long time, I finally breathed a sigh of relief and realized that everything just happened was just a dream.
fine.
Fortunately it was a dream.
It was dark night outside City A, and there was not a single star in the sky. Half of Ruan Bai's consciousness was trapped by the people and things in the dream, unable to get out.
Ever since he saw that wealthy businessman who was over fifty years old on TV five years ago, whenever Ruan Bai thought of his baby's biological father, he would automatically put on the face of that wealthy businessman.
The baby was a piece of flesh that fell from her body, connected by bone and blood. Ruan Bai could not completely ignore it, but every time she appeared with the baby, it was the greasy and cunning face of a wealthy businessman.
The appearance is really terrible.
Tonight is not the first time I have been tortured by dreams.
Ruan Bai tried to see a psychiatrist abroad, but for a while he really didn't dream about the wealthy businessman again.
Later, I would still dream about it.
Ruan Bai doesn't know if he will be tortured by dreams for the rest of his life.
Why do these things that have passed in reality still come to me in dreams?
Trying hard to forget, but in vain.
Ruan Bai turned his face towards the window and took a few deep breaths in the direction of the window, trying to bring his consciousness back to reality as soon as possible.
But the next moment, the words Mu Shaoling said to her during the day sounded in her ears again.
He said: "What are you thinking about? Why are you crying?"
Ruan Bai couldn't help but dig the sheets under him with his five fingers. The man five years ago, when he was in a state of infatuation or pleasure, said in a hoarse voice: "Legs... open your legs a little..."
The two voices slowly overlapped in her mind.
At this time, a bolt of lightning flashed outside, and white light shone on Ruan Bai's face. After a while, big raindrops slowly fell, and the wind blew fiercely, and the rain hit the bedroom window.
Ruan Bai cried in despair.
This is your life, admit it, admit that you were married to a wealthy businessman who was over fifty when you were eighteen years old. Only by selling your body can you save the lives of your closest relatives...
Just because you are extremely repulsive to wealthy businessmen over fifty years old, your consciousness will actively think about claiming the voices of other men...
…
The next day, Mu Zhanbai came to his sister's room in the morning.
"Ruanruan, what do you think dad was doing yesterday while holding Aunt Xiaobai?"
"Dad hugged Aunt Xiaobai?"
"Um."
"That might be hitting Auntie Xiaobai, otherwise why would Auntie Xiaobai cry!"
"But why did dad hit Aunt Xiaobai?"
"Auntie Xiaobai is a picky eater and doesn't eat onions!"
"..."
Mu Zhanbai's head was a tangled ball of black threads. Dad spanked Auntie Xiaobai because she was a picky eater and wouldn't eat onions, making Auntie Xiaobai cry?
"When I get a chance, I want to ask dad." Mu Zhanbai looked worried: "Maybe I need to sit down and have a serious talk with him. As a man, he should behave more gentlemanly when dealing with women."
"You are really worried about your father..." Ruanruan lamented as if she hated her father for not being successful.
Mu Shaoling returned to his old house early in the morning.
I went upstairs to take a shower, and when I untied my tie, I saw a cartoon note taped to the bathroom door, with a line of not-so-proper words written on it: Dad, you should learn to be a gentleman.
After reading it, Mu Shaoling put down the note paper.
Mu Zhanbai, who heard the commotion, came to his father's bedroom.
Looking at his father who was two meters away from him, the little guy said carefully: "Dad, I have a question for you."
Mu Shaoling rarely put aside his seriousness and nodded: "Yes."
"Ruan Ruan said, Aunt Xiaobai won't eat onions, so you beat her to tears..." Mu Zhanbai knew that it was wrong to teach me a lesson, but if I didn't teach him a lesson, he would go to heaven, so he endured his timidity and blinked.
He lectured with eyes closed: "Human beings are born free, equal, and independent. No one can be placed outside this state. Auntie Xiaobai just doesn't eat onions. She doesn't eat certain two kinds of food. She's not a picky eater. You
Auntie Xiaobai cannot be subject to your hegemony!"
"And Auntie Xiaobai is not your child. Unlike us, she was raised by you, so she has to listen to you."
The little guy has a lot of truths.
"You said, you are my children, you were raised by me, so you have to listen to me." Mu Shaoling tried his best to persuade his son, and instilled false ideas, "Then if I want to raise her until she is old and gray-haired, how can I raise her until she is gray-haired?"
You have raised her for a long time, so she should listen to me like you do."
Mu Zhanbai looked at his father and scratched his head: "This is true, but..."
Mu Shaoling went to the bathroom and no longer struggled with the child on this issue that only adults can understand.
