In the evening, Su Mingkang always likes to play with the pots of flowers and plants in the yard at this time.
Loosen the soil and pour a ladle of well water over them.
While admiring the flowers leisurely and leisurely, I listened to the Huang-Plum Opera on the radio and hummed wildly.
In the past two years, he has truly been idle.
I go back to Taoshan Village less often, and I don’t mess around with the Fang family’s business anymore.
Stay at home honestly, do laundry and cooking during the day, and walk the dog and enjoy flowers at night.
When the interest comes, he will beg and drag Fang Wenxuan to walk on the road, recalling the past and feeling emotional about today.
Happiness, hard-won happiness made him contented and contented as never before.
If I really want to say what I'm worried about, it's probably three things.
One is Su Tongyuan's marriage. The boy is about to get married and the girl is about to get married. The man is almost forty years old, and he is shouting "long live single" day by day, which really makes Su Mingkang feel broken.
Every now and then, I gave you guidance and sincere advice.
There are a lot of good and bad things to say, but my daughter is not getting enough, so she still goes her own way.
Well, since the fuss has not stopped, Su Mingkang can only let her go, out of sight and out of mind.
Anyway, someone will inherit the incense of the old Su family, and he can't interfere too much with his daughter's family.
The second one is Suning who ascended to the immortal world.
If Su Tongyuan is a trouble under Su Mingkang's nose, she can't be beaten or scolded, but at least she can still be seen, and at least she's still around.
Suning was different. Ever since he embarked on the path of spiritual practice, he had no choice but to go to the fairy world.
In the past few years, Su Mingkang had lost count of how many times he woke up from his dreams during countless nights.
Without exception, they are all nightmares.
I dreamed that my precious son was being chased, and that he was covered in blood and had no way to escape.
Su Mingkang was afraid, afraid that Suning would really not be able to come back.
The white-haired man gave the black-haired man a gift, and he asked himself whether he could bear the pain and torture.
The third one, Su Xinglan, also ascended to the immortal world.
Su Mingkang was deeply concerned about this third brother who was somewhat out of character.
Among the four brothers, he and the third have the best and deepest relationship.
Firstly, they were almost a few years apart in age, and secondly, he had been silently taking care of Su Xinglan during those years when he was pretending to be crazy and acting stupid.
Qi Gui Qi, after all, I still miss him.
For example, right now, after watering all the flowers and plants, he lit a cigarette for himself.
In the left pocket is a pack of 45-yuan Big China, specially used to distribute to guests.
The right pocket contains a pack of Lao Huangshan worth 5 yuan, which is the flavor he was used to smoking.
The cigarettes he was used to smoking were naturally the brand of cigarettes Su Xinglan was used to smoking.
"Why."
There was smoke coming from the mouth and nose, and he sighed silently.
Su Mingkang squatted beside the flower bed and felt worried. There was a difference between immortals and mortals. If one day he suddenly died, according to the custom in his hometown, his son or nephew would die.
The eldest brother Su Jianguo has two daughters, and the second brother Su Changtai has a daughter.
The third brother, Su Xinglan, is a lonely man with no heirs.
Among the four brothers, he was the only one who gave birth to a baby boy, but he was not around yet.
Suning was not here, so more or less, he felt that he might die in peace.
What a wonderful life, with no worries about food and drink, and a fortune worth hundreds of millions.
Go to Greater China and take a BMW home.
Which villager in Taoshan Village doesn't envy him? Who doesn't envy him behind his back?
Su Mingkang felt sad when he thought about the blessing of having green smoke rising from his ancestral graves and being laughed at before his death. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to cry.
"You brat, if I hadn't been in poor health these past few years, I would have asked your mother to give you a younger brother."
"What's the saying? If you're done with the tuba, you have to find a way to practice the trumpet and start over."
Muttering, he put out his cigarette and walked towards the house.