The little boy's shout was like a thunderclap. He Xiaoyun was lucky not to fall, but when she heard this, she realized that Wei Jianwei was holding her hand, and quickly broke free.
The atmosphere was a bit weird for a while, the part of her wrist, because of the white skin, gradually appeared the fingerprints of his grip, and the heat there seemed to be higher than other places, making it hard to ignore.
He Xiaoyun resisted the urge to touch it, and said, "Go home."
After speaking, he led Wei Yuanhang away, and Wei Jianwei stood there for a while before slowly following.
The next day, He Xiaoyun got up before dawn, went to the market alone, bought chickens, eggs, and some dried fruits and sent them to her natal family.
When Li Yuegui saw these things, he hurriedly said: "There is no festival or day, what is this for? Take it back quickly."
He Xiaoyun put the back basket on the ground, sat down and panted and said, "I haven't had a drink since I went out in the morning. Mom, are you going to drive me out?"
Upon hearing this, Li Yuegui immediately poured a bowl of tea and asked, "Have you had breakfast yet?"
"Yeah." He Xiaoyun took the tea bowl and poured it down, and she didn't even have the time to speak.
"Slow down, don't choke."
After drinking the tea in one go, He Xiaoyun breathed a long sigh of relief, seeing that her mother was about to bring up the topic just now, she said, "Didn't the eldest sister tell you when she came home yesterday?"
"What did you say? She came back and sat for a while before leaving."
"She went to my place first yesterday, saying that your 50th birthday is next month, and you might as well celebrate it early while Jianwei is at home."
Li Yuegui waved his hands again and again, "I'm already old, and I'm not a child. I'll be one year older after my birthday. What's so good about it?"
"That's different. Fifty years old is the whole life," He Xiaoyun said, "I want my family to have a good time, besides, I have already agreed with Jianwei, and he also agreed to come to the house tomorrow, so you must let him come." ?”
She knew that her mother liked her son-in-law, so she deliberately brought Wei Jianwei out.
After hearing this, Li Yuegui's attitude of refusing was not very firm, but he still said: "Then it's good if you guys come, you are chickens and eggs, bring a lot of them back, and your husband's house will Not happy."
He Xiaoyun patted her hand and said, "Don't worry, I've made an agreement with my mother-in-law. Originally, she told me to catch the chickens at home, and the chickens have to be kept to lay eggs. How can I move? Then I went to the fair and bought one."
"How much will it cost?" Li Yuegui felt relieved a little, but still felt distressed.
"It doesn't matter how much money you have, and it's not like eating every day. You and Dad don't have to do anything tomorrow. The eldest sister will bring back the meat and noodles. Let us juniors do the work on the stove. You old man can just tease your grandchildren. Enjoy the day." He Xiaoyun smiled.
Li Yuegui snorted, "I'll enjoy the life of a toiler all my life. Only when your sister successfully gives birth to a boy, you and Jianwei live well, and your brother will be promising in the future, will I be able to enjoy it."
"You're getting a little greedy now. With so many wishes, be careful Bodhisattva can't bless you."
"What are you talking about?" Li Yuegui patted her.
He Xiaoyun smiled and dodged it, and asked again, "Where's Dad?"
"In the back yard, the chicken coop was broken. After talking for several days, he was willing to fix it. Every day, he just wandered around when he had nothing to do, and sprained his ankle another day. Don't expect me to bring him water and food." Li Yuegui was nagging.
When He Xiaoyun walked to the back of the house, her father, He Dazhi, was meditating on the hole in the chicken coop amidst the smoke, with a pipe in his mouth.
"Dad." she called out.
"Ah?" He Dazhi responded, moving the pipe in his mouth, raised his head in slow motion, saw her standing in front of him, and then fully recovered, realizing that it was his daughter calling him just now.
"Xiaoyun is back?"
He Xiaoyun nodded, "Dad, are you repairing chicken rings?"
He Dazhi looked at the dilapidated chicken coop and the messy bamboo pieces on the ground, with a frowning face, "It's not your mother, the chicken coop is a bit damaged, so she reads all day long, and even says she won't give me food until it's repaired." , hmph, don’t eat if you don’t eat…”
He Xiaoyun smiled and shook her head, went to the front again, talked to her mother for a while, and hurried back before cooking at noon.
In the evening, the family sat in the yard to enjoy the shade, and did not go back to their rooms until it was completely dark.
The clothes that Feng Qiuyue made for Wei Yuanhang before have already been made, and He Xiaoyun put them in the closet after washing them, and took them out tonight, planning to wear them to his grandmother's house tomorrow.
Wei Yuanhang saw it and cheered, "Put on new clothes!"
He Xiaoyun glanced at him and said, "Don't be too happy, let's make it clear first, you will wear new clothes tomorrow, you are not allowed to play in the mud, you are not allowed to sit on the ground, you are not allowed to climb the wall, and you are not allowed to wipe your nose."
Every time she said no, the smile on the child's face was reduced. In the end, it was a bit bitter, "Then I still won't wear new clothes."
"You think beautifully." He Xiaoyun smiled and nodded his forehead.
"Are mom and dad wearing new clothes too?"
"No, we don't have new clothes, only you have them."
The child let out an oh, and suddenly said loudly: "Mom has new shoes!"
Speaking of new shoes, He Xiaoyun subconsciously looked at Wei Jianwei.
Wei Jianwei was also looking at her.
Looking at each other, she turned away first, and said to Wei Yuanhang, "There are new shoes, and Dad bought them."
Wei Yuanhang tilted his head and asked, "Why did Dad buy Mom's shoes?"
"Uh..." He Xiaoyun got stuck.
Wei Jianwei came over and sat by the bed, "Because I made your mother angry."
"Father is an idiot." The little kid said very bluntly, and then proudly puffed out his small chest, "I won't make my mother angry."
He Xiaoyun looked at him speechlessly, who gave him the confidence
Wei Jianwei probably didn't expect to be evaluated by his son like this, so he was speechless for a while.
He Xiaoyun checked that it was not early, patted the bed, and said to Wei Yuanhang, "Stop bragging, lie down and sleep, and get up early tomorrow."
"I want my mother to hug and sleep." The child opened his hands.
"How old are you?" He Xiaoyun couldn't help complaining.
The child thought he was asking, so he stretched out a hand as fat as three small radishes, and said, "Three years old, did mom forget?"
She was speechless and funny, and finally reached out and hugged him, lying on her lap, wrapped in a small quilt, put one hand under the child's neck, and patted his back with the other, "Now you can sleep right?"
She had just washed her hair at night, and after drying it, she tied it into a ponytail randomly. At this time, some hair was hanging down loosely. Wei Yuanhang was holding a few strands of her hair in his hands, and he was still moaning and not feeling sleepy.
"Mom, is your mother grandma?"
"Ok."
"Papa's mother is grandma?"
"right."
"What about grandma and grandma's mother?"
"Their mother is very old, too old to be alive."
The child seemed to understand but half understood, and then began to ask other questions.
The night was getting deeper, and in the grass outside the house, the insects kept chirping, and in the house, the childish voice did not know when to stop, and the light shone on the faces of the two people beside the bed, dim and gentle.
He Xiaoyun felt a little itchy on her cheeks, probably because her hair was sticking to her head. She blew lightly, but it didn't blow off, and she blew again, but it still didn't fall off.
Suddenly, a hand was stretched out from the opposite side, and she gathered up her loose hair and pinned it behind her ears.
That hand touched her ear, and the heat left behind was almost palpitating.