Twelve years ago, on the day Fang Wenxuan left Taoshan Village, Su Mingkang knelt down and begged her not to leave.
She resolutely abandoned her husband and son, and was as cruel as a snake and a scorpion, bringing shame to the Su family.
At that time, Su Mingkang collapsed, almost to the point of despair.
At the same time, I also hate her so much that my teeth itch.
In his heart, Fang Wenxuan was a piece of shit that no one could do anything about, a wasted flower and a willow that a thousand people would criticize.
Hate, but still can't let go.
The clothes and shoes she made for him with her own hands, and the sheets and quilt covers she bought when they got married.
He sewed and mended, mended and mended the seams, never wanting to throw them away.
The only family photo was placed in the center of the wooden table in his bedroom.
When I wake up in the morning, the first thing I see is the woman in the photo.
It was as if she had never left.
Countless times, he hugged the pillow she had slept on and burst into tears.
Not daring to cry loudly, I huddled in bed and let my tears flow freely.
While scolding her for being vain, Fang Wenxuan also talked about the promise of growing old together.
Crying, laughing, and talking like crazy.
He has been very tired these years.
On the surface, he pretends to be calm, but the knot in his heart becomes tighter and tighter.
The third brother Su Jian said that she had some last resort difficulties, which Su Mingkang found difficult to understand.
He is a stubborn person and only wants to believe what he sees with his own eyes.
However, Suning was haunted by evil spirits and had to come to Kyoto for "treatment", which indirectly revealed the truth that had been hidden for many years.
Fate and luck, real phoenix and fake phoenix.
If Fang Wenxuan doesn't leave, he will die.
The cause and effect were told to him personally by Lingxi, the Heavenly Spirit Master, and Tang Jingyue, the second elder of Kunlun.
Su Mingkang half-understood what he heard and was confused.
The only thing he understood was that he had wrongly blamed the woman.
Especially when Su Tongyuan chatted with the old lady, she said that Fang Wenxuan had taken good care of herself, was innocent, and had never wronged the Su family.
At that moment, Su Mingkang was simply ecstatic.
His dead heart immediately became alive, and he was so excited that he, who originally smoked a pack of cigarettes a day, couldn't leave his hand for the past two days.
Xun's room on the second floor was filled with mist, just like Nantianmen.
Finally, with the earnest persuasion of his son and daughter, he made up his mind to come and apologize.
To put an end to the "curse" and "care" of the past twelve years.
Whether it was a reunion or a real breakup, he wanted to have an explanation.
Account for yourself, account for your children, account for...her.
Kneeling down is a very shameful thing.
But Su Mingkang knelt down willingly.
Compared to the injustice she has suffered over the years, what does this kneeling mean?
Kneeling to the sky and to the ground to kneel to your parents is a fine tradition of the old Su family. There is no shame in kneeling down to your daughter-in-law.
"Dad, I'm hungry, can I make a bowl of noodles?"
Su Tongyuan came out at the right time and smoothed things over for the two people who were in a stalemate: "My mother forgives you. Well, she is probably hungry too."
Su Mingkang wiped his face, stood up impatiently and said, "Here, let's go."
He trotted into the kitchen and hurriedly started boiling water.
Fang Wenxuan never gets tired of eating egg noodles, and Su Tongyuan loves to eat egg custard.
He held a rag in his hand and turned his head to look at the living room from time to time.
"Would you like some fried pickles?"
he asked softly.
Su Tongyuan put her arms around Fang Wenxuan's neck and said flatteringly: "Mom, our dad asked you if you want some pickles?"
"Hmm, do you like shredded radish?"
"Taers?"
Fang Wenxuan's tears were still wet and she didn't want to pay attention.
Su Tongyuan shouted: "Dad, my mother loves to eat sour beans."
"The eggs should be filled with sugar fillings."
Su Mingkang happily responded: "Okay, I'll come right away."
Twenty minutes later, two bowls of egg noodles, a bowl of egg custard, and a plate of pickled beans were placed on the table.
The middle-aged man wearing an apron shyly rubbed his hands and said, "You, try it."
