This episode of the children made several elders still smile until they were seated.
Every day, he shrugged and shrank next to Xie Zhiwu, with the last piece of lotus seed egg yolk crisp scum sticking to the corner of his mouth. The song couldn’t help being funny when he saw it, “I don’t know how this child’s heart grows. The girl was crying, but she could still eat without changing her face."
Mo Jingshun smiled and looked at her daughter, and at the sister-in-law who was coaxing her daughter, and approached Zhige and said shamelessly, "Everyone said, this child is more like her aunt."
After a pause, he added, "Heartless."
The small dining table only accommodates two people, so the distance is naturally not too far. Xie Zhiwu could hear Mo Jingshun's owing sound without pricking her ears. She trickled and turned her eyes wide, and that appearance made Mo Jingyao's heart tremble.
How long have you not seen her look like this
"Your dad said that you lack the eyes." Xie Zhiwu straightened Tiantian's face and said seriously, "Tiantian, do you know what the lack of eyes is?"
Tian Tian frowned in embarrassment, thinking about answering, "Sister Meijing said, if I still sleep with my parents at night, it would be unhearted."
Xie Zhiwu raised her eyebrows with interest, "Oh, why?"
"Because our bed is not big enough, my father is always pressing on my mother. My father is so heavy, and my mother is crying very poorly. I want to help my mother beat Dad, but Brother Liangchen said that if I hit me, I really lose heart. It's a child."
Zhige heard her daughter's immature and crisp childish voice, covered her face with a groan, and Xie Zhiwu laughed loudly. The cheeky Mo Jingshun hugged his wife and gave Xie Zhiwu a fierce look.
Thank you, Xie Zhiwu. Why are you looking for me
During the dinner, Xie Zhiwu went to the bathroom, and when he went out, he vaguely felt that someone was talking quietly around the corner. I wanted to walk quickly, but the tighter the distance, the more familiar the voice became.
She quietly stopped, and after listening for a while, she discovered that the two people who were talking were her mother Lin Qingxia and Mo Yu.
"Xiaoqing, you can't..."
"Enough!" Lin Qingxia seemed impatient, ignoring Mo Yu's pleading tone, leaving a sentence "I have nothing to say to you", turning around and leaving neatly.
Mo Yu immediately raised his foot to catch up, and Xie Zhiwu followed the two, suddenly feeling like he was in the mist.
When she returned, she found that the two had already sat back in their original positions, and the expressions on their faces seemed to have never happened before. She was a little puzzled, so she fixed her eyes on Lin Qingxia and Mo Yu to observe their every move. But what is disappointing is that for a period of time, the two did not communicate privately, the only thing that could be called contact was that Mo Yu secretly glanced at Lin Qingxia while toasting and changing.
She seemed familiar with that look.
Xie Zhiwu wearily gave up the secret investigation of the two. What she should know is that one day she will know everything about it. Since her mother is unwilling, she does not have to reluctantly spy on other people's privacy.
She turned her head lost and found that Mo Jingyao, who was sitting next to her every day, was peeling shrimp.
Who is Mo Jingyao, what he wants to eat in the past, he never had to do it himself. When eating with him occasionally in the past, she always patiently peeled it for him, until the end she lost the interest in eating and could only watch him eat. He has a lot of female companions, and he certainly never has to do it personally when he is with others. When the corner of the eye was raised, the corner of the mouth was raised, and the white-flowered shrimp was put into the dish.
And now, he actually peeled a shrimp carefully and decently.
Xie Zhiwu sighed with emotion. With this sigh, her elbow accidentally knocked over the wine glass. The waiter stepped forward to change the tableware and napkins for her. She looked at the elders on the table a little bitterly, and smiled at the corners of her mouth, "mistakes, mistakes."
Brigitte Lin glanced at her and turned around to give Xie Tian a meal. Mo Jingyao sighed, and whispered in a somewhat helpless and petting voice, "It's still like a child, so careless."
Xie Zhiwu looked sideways and found that he was delivering the white and tender shrimp to her dish.
She blinked her eyes mechanically, watching his incredible actions. Just about to decline, a pair of chopsticks suddenly stretched out beside her, and with a clatter, another white and tender shrimp fell into her plate.
Liangchen put down his chopsticks and wiped his hands, and said respectfully to the surprised elders, "Let everyone laugh, my family Xie Xiaowu is really not sensible, always frizzy, like a child. "
After that, he glanced at her reproachfully.
Xie Zhiwu was shocked immediately. child? child? !
Son, have you become addicted to role-playing? Do you want to be so entertaining
She smiled a little awkwardly, but Mo Yan asked Liangchen with interest, "Do you always take care of your mother like this?"
Liangchen shrugged, rolled up his sleeves and started peeling shrimp again. This time he peeled two, one for the beautiful scenery and the other for Tiantian. "It's not about care. The women in our family are lazy, and I'm the only man."
The little guy looked at ease, and inadvertently glanced at Mo Jingyao, who was silent across the two seats. His shrimp finally only fell into Tiantian's bowl, his face was a little lost and helpless.
No one spoke again, and the atmosphere became a little strange. Until the end of the meal, Mo Jingyao did not do anything strange.
When seeing off the guests, Xie Zhiwu received a call back from Yan. Yan Hui didn't know where he was in the past few days. As soon as he opened his mouth, he yelled that the flowers and plants at home were about to die. He still had a few hours to get home and asked her to help.
After hanging up the phone, she gave the good time and beautiful scenery to Zhige, put on her coat and hurried out. Mo Yu was chatting with Xue Yasheng at the door, and when she came out, he stopped the conversation tacitly.
Xue Yasheng winked at her playfully, and then left with the other person. Mo Yu looked at his back and suddenly sighed.
"What's the matter?" Xie Zhiwu asked in surprise, "I'm not satisfied with him? Don't forget, you brought the two of us together."
Mo Yu smiled bitterly, "Isn't it okay if the second uncle is wrong?"
Xie Zhiwu smiled, waved her hand without saying anything, and rushed into the night after tightening her scarf.
She never took the key to Yan's home, but he seemed to be used to putting it in the big flowerpot at the door of his house. She sneered at his habit, always yelling that he would be satisfied when someone broke through the empty door.
Picking out the key from the big flowerpot and opening the door, Yan Hui did not come back.
After she watered the flowers, she sat on the sofa and watched TV for a while. There were no good shows. She changed the TV station, got up and turned off the TV, and started to look at the room.
Very ordinary two-bedroom, the owner looks lazy, the house is very clean but not tidy.
Xie Zhiwu walked around with great interest and began to study Yan Hui's home. One accidentally knocked over a small box beside the table. The contents of the box rolled out, and she hurriedly bent over to pick it up.
This glance, could not help but be stunned.
It is a sports bottle, although it looks very new, but the style is a long time ago. The important thing is that this kettle is very familiar.
She subconsciously turned over the box and found that besides the kettle, there was also a mobile phone inside, which was also familiar.
The mobile phone is also an old model, and there is still electricity. After the boot, Xie Zhiwu was truly stunned.
Because the desktop of the phone is actually a big picture of her. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)