The old wooden door creaked, and as it opened and closed, Ding couldn't help but stepped into the house.
He is now twenty-four years old, neither tall nor short, and has a decent appearance.
As soon as he entered the house, his wife came forward and reached out to help him brush the snow from his shoulders. He stood there silently, rubbing his hands while waiting for his wife to finish dusting.
After a while, Ding Buzu came to the table and sat down. His wife poured him a cup of hot tea. At the same time, he took something out of his arms and put it on the table.
When his wife saw that thing, she was stunned for a moment, but Ding Buzu raised his head and looked at his wife with a rather proud expression. Then he picked up a chopstick on the table and took out the one he had taken out.
The lotus leaf bag was torn open, revealing the steaming roast chicken wrapped inside.
In fact, my wife had just vaguely noticed what it was through the smell, but after confirming it with her own eyes, she was still a little surprised, so she immediately made a few gestures to Ding and asked him where it came from.
At this point, Ding couldn't help but speak for the first time since entering the house. He gestured with his hands and said to his wife: "Don't worry, I didn't gamble. I was lucky today. I got a reward while working."
When the wife heard this, she smiled, then picked up the roast chicken and turned to work on the stove.
Ding couldn't help it, so he got up and walked to the kang next to him to look at his son who was sleeping soundly.
Ding Bu Zhu's son looks almost three years old, but he still couldn't speak until last month. Ding Bu Zhu was originally worried that the child would be born deaf and mute like his mother, but he didn't expect that half a month later
The child in front of him suddenly spoke, which made Ding couldn't help but be overjoyed.
It even made him, a well-known laihan in the village, have the idea to change his ways from now on, and his attitude towards his wife also changed a lot.
Speaking of Ding Buzhu’s wife, Mrs. Zhang, she was indeed a miserable person. In those days, even in wealthy families, it was difficult for a deaf-mute child to have a good ending, let alone a child like Zhang who was born into a poor family.
It can be said that it is not easy for a deaf-mute girl to grow up.
At the age of twenty, Mrs. Zhang was kicked out of the house and married to Lai Handing, whom no one in the village wanted to marry. Their marriage was purely a matter of parents' order and the words of a matchmaker. Not only was Zhang unable to control it,
, Na Ding can’t help but is not happy either.
Don't look at it, he can't help but be lazy and idle on weekdays. He also likes to gamble... He has a "general trust" in himself.
More than ten years ago, Ding Buzhu's parents were still engaged in small business, and the family still had some money, so Ding Buzhu went to school for a few years when he was a child, and even made friends with some officials' children. However, the good times did not last long.
, when Ding Buzhu was fourteen or fifteen years old, his family's business lost money and they could no longer continue. The family of three had to return to the dilapidated ancestral home to make a living by farming. Naturally, he could not afford to attend private school.
Fortunately, Ding Buzhu's parents were also hard-working people, and even though they were working as farmers, the family's life was still pretty good.
But Ding couldn't help but that the young man's temperament he had developed since he was a child could not fade quickly with the gap in life. In addition, he was at the age where he loved to play... To make a long story short, after four or five years of hard work, at the age of nineteen
That year, he successfully transformed his family from "passable" to "unbearable", and he himself had already become a well-known bad guy.
That year, Ding Buzu's parents both fell ill. They realized that they didn't have much time left, so they almost spent all the money on the coffin, so they arranged for Ding Buzu to get married.
There are not many people with such a "fire pit reputation" who can push their daughters to him. In the end, Zhang's fate was so miserable that he settled on this marriage with their family.
At that time, Ding couldn't help but refuse to do it. He felt that he was so charming and suave, how could he marry a deaf, mute, ugly woman who was several months older than him?
But until now, he didn't care what he said. Seeing that his parents were almost mad to death, Ding couldn't help but agree whether he agreed or not.
Not long after the marriage was completed, Ding Buzu's parents passed away one after another, as if their wishes had been fulfilled. With their deaths, the few acres of land at home were left uncultivated, and Ding Buzu, who was lazy and gambling, relied on
Fortunately, because he knew how to read and had interacted with some dignitaries when he was young, his ability to speak and do things was not bad at all.
It does have certain advantages, and I won’t starve to death for the time being.
But Ding couldn't help but dislike his wife. He would scold her every now and then when something didn't go his way. Later, when Zhang became pregnant, he restrained himself. But when the child was one or two years old, because
Ding never spoke, and his attitude towards his wife dropped to freezing point again.
Until... half a month ago, as the child started talking, Ding couldn't help but feel like he suddenly had an enlightenment and a big change had taken place.
From then on, he stopped gambling and cut off contact with all his friends. He became more diligent in his work and his attitude towards his wife Zhang gradually became better.
It was as if overnight, the young master who should have changed ten years ago finally let go of his young master figure and chose to grow up.
In other words, he accepted his fate.
On that day, at that moment, he thought from the bottom of his heart: I will spend the rest of my life with the two of them, which is actually not bad.
"Daddy..." I don't know if it was because he smelled the aroma of roasted chicken. After a while, the child on the kang woke up on his own. He looked sleepily at Ding Buzhu beside him and gave a babyish cry.
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"Hey, good boy, daddy hugs you." Ding couldn't help but was very happy. He hugged his son affectionately and teased him for a while. When he saw that his wife was almost ready, he came to the table.
At this time, Mrs. Zhang had divided the chicken, served several bowls of hot porridge, and cut two salty side dishes. The family's dinner was complete.
Ding couldn't help but let his son sit on his lap. He first picked up his chopsticks and put a piece of chicken drumstick into his wife's bowl. Then he carefully spread out a spoonful of porridge, blew it to cool it, and then put it into his son's mouth. Then he had a mouthful of porridge and a mouthful of meat.
Feed the child like this.
Mrs. Zhang watched from the side and couldn't help wiping her tears. She also secretly thanked God in her heart that the hardships she had endured in this life were finally over.
………………
Dude, Dude.
Outside the door, two gentle knocks woke Ding Buzu, who had fallen asleep on the table.
"Um... Come on..." He murmured in response while lifting his head from his numb right arm.
squeak--
The luxurious door creaked, and as soon as it opened and closed, a beautiful woman stepped into the house.
She stopped neatly behind a screen carved from rosewood and decorated with gold foil, and said softly: "Boss, a distinguished guest has arrived."
"Hmm..." Ding couldn't help but pick up a glass of wine that had been poured out for an unknown amount of time in front of him. He drank it in one gulp regardless of the situation, and then said, "Ah - what's the origin?"
"Sun Yixie, Huang Donglai." The woman behind the screen replied.
"Oh?" After hearing this, Ding couldn't help thinking for a few seconds with his still confused mind, and then continued, "I remember... they went to Japan a few months ago, right? This is their return
Yes, or is it a fake?"
"Because no one introduced them, they left their names on their own when depositing the tea money, so I dare not say whether they are true or false. However, their appearance is indeed very similar to the rumors." The woman replied.
"Okay..." Just as the other party replied, Ding Buzhu had completely woken up, and his expression and tone became more steady, "You ask Mother Wang to go check on them first, and I'll wait until I'm ready."
In a moment, I will go and have a look at this 'Eastern Harmony and Western Poison' for a while."