After buying a house for Ji Huai, Ji's father was busy moving on to transfer his property.
Xu Mei has never been a smart woman. When it comes to fighting for property, she is no match for Ji's father. What's more, she has no experience.
Ji's father hooked up a small company and could turn himself into a liability in a matter of minutes. In this case, the debt would have to be divided equally during the divorce, and hiring a good lawyer would be stressful for Xu Mei.
At the same time, the flavor of the new year is getting stronger and stronger.
Ji Huai and Song Xuan returned to the Song family the day before the New Year.
The Song family is a well-off family. Song's father relies on craftsmanship to earn a living and does hand-carving. Rich people now like to build old houses and all wooden furniture must be hand-carved. Song's father is often invited to carve because of his exquisite craftsmanship. Song's mother is A small clerk in the city, his salary is not high and he lives a leisurely life.
The Song family has been in the city since Grandpa Song's generation. Song Xuan grew up in the city, but the family still has to go back to their hometown during the Chinese New Year, even if they only stay for one night, they still have to go back.
Song's father had a superstitious belief that the old house should be cleaned thoroughly before New Year's Eve, and the family would light up lights in the old house all night to celebrate the New Year, seeking the protection of their ancestors and good luck for the next year. Moreover, the old man also pays attention to fallen leaves returning to their roots. When he dies, he must return here. When Grandpa Song died, his family also asked his family to send him back overnight, otherwise it would be difficult to sleep.
The family had a meal in the city and then packed up to go back.
One car was enough for four people. Ji Huai drove them back together. Along the way, soft music was playing in the car, and Song's father and mother were chatting with Song Xuan.
The three of them can chat about everything from the weird staff around Song Xuan to the prodigal son of so-and-so whom Song's mother talked about last time, and then to the bizarre family affairs of the big boss's family where Song's father recently worked.
Laughter could be heard from time to time in the carriage, and there was no generation gap at all.
"Your dad said last time that I thought too much. Look, I said that his son must owe money." Mother Song came to a conclusion and spoke again, "You should also stay away from your colleague. You can't have close friendship with such a person. "
"Didn't your mother say..."
As they talked, Song's father and Song's mother would exchange a few words. Song Xuan was laughing in front of them. The family was enjoying themselves and chatting very naturally. Ji Huai couldn't understand that kind of atmosphere.
He noticed this situation from noon to the dinner table. They always had topics to talk about, but he rarely spoke. In fact, he didn't know what to say and couldn't get in.
The feeling that a family shared everything before was foreign to him.
"Xiao Huai, how many days have you asked for leave?" Song's mother suddenly said to Ji Huai.
"More than half a month." Ji Huai replied. Since he and Song Xuan were going on honeymoon, they might as well take their vacation at once.
"We won't have a wedding. During the Chinese New Year, relatives here will have to invite us to dinner. Otherwise, it's not good. Let's see when we can do it?" Mother Song looked at him and asked.
"It's up to Mom to decide. I can do anything. Mom, just tell me if you need me to do anything." Ji Huai spoke quickly, and his words were very humble.
Song's mother was very satisfied. She also knew that Ji Huai had lost his mother since he was a child, so she sympathized with her. She said that she and Song's father would make preparations, that is, invite a few relatives to dinner. Marrying a daughter is a happy event and everyone will be happy.
"Let's stay at home for five days, and we'll go back on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year." Song Xuan counted the days.
"Let's go to the third grade of junior high school." Mother Song decided.
The four of them returned to their hometown. In the past, the three members of the Song family came back. Last year, Song Xuan didn't come back because he was on duty. This year, there was an extra young man, and everyone who saw him looked at them twice.
Seeing everyone's confusion, Song's mother smiled and took the initiative to introduce, "Xiaoxuan's family is coming back to celebrate the New Year for the first time this year."
The husband's wife looked at her son-in-law, and the more she looked at him, the more satisfied she became. Ji Huai looked good, had a good job, and was in the city where Song Xuan worked. The two of them got along well, so it was a good destination.
"Is your daughter getting married?" The people who heard it were surprised at first, and then blessed her, "It's great to come back for the New Year, and the house is also lively."
"Mom, I'll carry it." Ji Huai went to help Song's mother carry things again. He was very strong and could carry a lot with both hands. He even carried Song Xuan's things.
Song's father and Song's mother were walking in front. From time to time, they heard people praising Ji Huai for his good looks. He was carrying too many things, and she couldn't hold his hand. He was still wearing high heels, so she reached out and grabbed the corner of his clothes. Ji Huai also slowed down and cooperated with her.
The old house of the Song family is also made of wood. Grandpa Song’s father has been doing hand-carving to support the family. There is a lot of wood stored in the family, so this house uses a lot of wood, coupled with exquisite craftsmanship, it is placed on the market. The price is nearly two million, which is considered a "luxury house" in the village.
The older generation pays great attention to the ancestral home. It took nearly three years to build this house. Song’s father was quite proud. When he walked to the front door, he introduced to Ji Huai, “The wood here is all hand-carved, all made by me.” Carved by her grandfather.”
Ji Huai observed it carefully and was shocked. The carved patterns were exquisite and the design was very novel. He made innovations in the common patterns in the past.
It can be said that the craftsmanship is exquisite.
His expression showed admiration, and Father Song saw it and was quite satisfied.
I haven't been back for a long time, and the house is covered with a layer of dust. I have to sweep it first and then wipe it with a rag. In the past, Song's father had to stand on a ladder to wipe it at high places. This year, it was replaced by Ji Huai.
He was so tall that he could reach out and wipe without having to climb several ladders. Song Xuan was holding the ladder below, and after wiping the inside, she had to carry the ladder to wipe the outside.
After the inside was completed, Ji Huai carried the ladder and went out again. Song Xuan carried the bucket. Before he had taken two steps, he came back to carry the bucket. She also failed to show off and muttered, "It's too heavy."
"Then I'll do it myself. You can go and sit aside." He squatted down, put the rag in the bucket to wash, and then climbed up the ladder again.
"My parents said I was lazy." Song Xuan went to hold on to the stable ladder and directed him, "There is also dust in the corner over there, go over there."
Ji Huai followed the direction she said, stretched out his long hand, and wiped it quickly. When the rag was dark, he stretched it out to her and said with a smile, "You can tell your parents that I will support you."
"That's right, you are also a labor force that I found based on my ability." Song Xuan nodded and said while washing the rag.
"Yes, yes, rely on your ability." Ji Huai raised the corners of his mouth, agreeing with her point of view.
"You should enjoy the results of doing things based on your ability." She followed his words, pursed her lips, and extended the rag to him, "You have to work harder. If you do more, I will do less."
"Okay." Ji Huai nodded and moved faster.
She stood below and looked at him, her eyebrows arched. When Ji Huai came down, she opened a bottle of water and handed it to him, taking the bucket of water away and emptying it.
Before he could mention it, Ji Huai was already alive. He could lift the bucket with one hand while drinking water, then lift it to the side and dump it. He could easily turn on the faucet, pick up the water, and lift it back with one hand.
He drank half of the bottle of mineral water and handed it to Song Xuan when he came back, "Honey, do you want some water?"
Song Xuan shook her head, "I've drank it, you finish it."
Ji Huai took two more sips, finished the water and continued working.
In the past, Song's father and Song's mother washed doors and windows together, and Song Xuan did the chores alone, causing back pain the next day. Now she follows Ji Huai, and he works while she helps and is lazy from time to time.
I spend more time chatting with him, and the dirty work is done by someone else.
The garbage that was cleaned up was put into two big bags, and Ji Huai also took it and threw it away. Father Song was still in the stage of inspecting him, but now it seemed that it was not bad.
He is old, and there are certain tasks that young people have to do.
In the evening, Song's mother cooked a sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner. Compared with the previous family of three, it was particularly lively this year, and someone even drank with Song's father.
When he was happy, he took out the Moutai that he had collected for several years and poured a full cup for Ji Huai.
The family was talking and laughing. Although Ji Huai was still not used to this atmosphere, Song Xuan tried his best to let him blend in. She would bring the topic to him and then listen to him quietly.
After the New Year's Eve dinner, Song's father and Song's mother would give red envelopes. In the past, they only gave one red envelope, but this year they had to give two red envelopes, one for Song Xuan and the other for Ji Huai.
"Thank you, parents." Ji Huai was flattered, with a strange emotion in his eyes.
"As a family, we can say thank you or not. Live a good life with Xuanxuan. If you have anything to tell us, we are all one family." Mother Song smiled lovingly and spoke very gently.
"Well, don't worry, Mom, I will treat Xuanxuan well." Ji Huai spoke solemnly, as if making a promise.
Hearing this, Mother Song was even more satisfied.
It was approaching twelve o'clock, and the sound of firecrackers could be heard intermittently outside. Song Xuan helped Ji Huai put his pajamas in the bathroom, and then briefly taught him how to use the water heater. These things were pretty much the same, and you would understand them once you explain them.
When he came out of the shower, Song Xuan was spreading the sheets. She was standing beside the bed, busy, climbed up the bed with one foot, and leaned over to spread the sheets inside.
The pajamas she wore were loose, and with this movement, Ji Huai's Adam's apple twitched twice, coughed slightly, and stepped forward.
Song Xuan spread the sheets carefully without looking back at him. He walked up behind her, stretched out his long hand and took her into his arms. She was startled and fell on the bed with him.
Ji Huai held her hand and exerted force, and she fell asleep on him.
"Aren't you annoying?" Song Xuan reached out and poked his chest, questioning him word for word. In fact, her tone was soft and a bit coquettish.
Ji Huai took her hand, put it to his mouth and kissed it, "I hate it the most."
As soon as he said this, Song Xuan smiled again, "Okay, you are tired today, so go to bed early, and you have to get up early tomorrow."
Ji Huai didn't want to sleep, so he moved his hands around her body and got into her clothes again. The relationship between the two of them seemed to have heated up even more after they got married, and they were even closer than when they first got together. In the past, he would call her various nicknames, but he almost never called her wife. Now, he calls her wife all day long without getting tired of it.
"Sleeping." She grabbed his hand and started to get up and crawl inside.
"Sleep later." Ji Huai also followed.
She looked sideways at him, "Be calm."
Ji Huai still felt uneasy holding her, lifting her clothes and kissing her. Her furry head kept moving down. She sighed, "It seems you didn't bring the condom back."
Before the last note fell, the person on him stopped moving, as if he had been poured cold water on him.
"Can it be calculated as a safe period?" Song Xuan gave a plan. In fact, she couldn't calculate it, but Ji Huai sighed, fell asleep and hugged her, "Forget it, that's not allowed."
Song Xuan understood his temperament and would never gamble. She really made up her mind not to have children, so she said, "I also told my parents about the children. I said I don't want them either. I want to prepare." Take the postgraduate entrance examination, and if possible, continue studying for a Ph.D. in the future.”
You can study for a part-time graduate degree, and it is always right to work hard to improve your academic qualifications. You must further your studies and find some meaning for yourself.
She has no obsession with the child. If she doesn't have it, she won't have it. She has talked openly with Ji Huai and she can accept it and she won't regret it.
"You can also go abroad, I'll provide for you." He looked at her and said.
"I have to get into it, but I don't want to go to a foreign country. I want to get into Chengnan Medical University, which is close to home, and I can come back after my classes."
Song Xuan hugged him back.
"I can go and accompany you, and I can find a job with a good salary abroad. At the worst, we can rent out the house here, which will be enough for us to spend there."
When Song Xuan heard what he said, she would be lying if she said she wasn't moved. She said with affection, "Is it true?"
"Really, I'll go wherever you go." He said with certainty.
"But I still want to be in China." She said seriously.
Ji Huai: "..."
The weird look is a bit unmanageable.
Song Xuan smiled, leaned over to kiss him, and then was held and nibbled on for a while. In the end, he buried his head in her neck, "Honey, can you make an appointment for me to have a ligation surgery when you get back from the honeymoon?"
"Aren't you going to have surgery? It will hurt your body." Song Xuan was reluctant to let him go to the operating table. Although it was not considered a major surgery, it would still hurt his body.
"Don't worry, condoms are not 100%. If you want 100%, you have to take short-term pills and contraception. It will definitely not work in the long term. Let's do it once and for all. You can tell the doctor not to leave any room for it during the operation. I heard that it is impossible. Miracle None." Ji Huai still did his homework.
Song Xuan comforted him, "I suffered from the surgery, but in fact, it's not safe to use contraception. You're too sensitive."
But no matter what she said, Ji Huai still wasn't completely relieved, but he didn't continue talking about this topic, "Go to sleep, don't worry, we'll talk about it after we get back from our trip."
"Okay." Song Xuan hid in his arms. She thought that she would also learn about this aspect because she had never learned about it carefully before.
Because they had to invite relatives to dinner, the Song family did not return to the city the next day as usual. Instead, they stayed for a few days and invited two tables of relatives to dinner on the third day of the Lunar New Year.
There was no big wedding, but Ji Huai had plenty of money for the honeymoon trip, and he had already made plans.
The two of them played together for half a month, traveling freely, and being in a developed country, they would definitely burn money, and they had to stay in a five-star or above hotel. Song Xuan was in pain all the time, and she was happy and happy. Flesh hurts.
The money Ji Huai saved and the bonus he received at the end of the year were all manipulated little by little by the two of them. He had always spent money lavishly, and he was even more generous with her. He even bought her a luxury jewelry bag.
People who didn’t like to post on WeChat Moments in the past now post two out of every three days, all of which are photos taken of her.
Song Xuan doesn't like taking pictures very much, but Ji Huai likes to take pictures of her, at the beach, in the garden, on the street, and even when she's eating.
You can't say it yet, but when you say it, people will get angry and say, "Why don't you take pictures for me?"
She's lazy, so forget it.
Of course, it is easy to quarrel when traveling. Now the two of them are arguing about the place to go. Ji Huai relies on his good English and complete strategies to make Song Xuan listen to him. If he doesn't listen, he will be unhappy. She proposed The location was rejected, but this time she refused. The place she insisted on going to was not interesting, and she was killed by a black car. She was angry, and he was unhappy, and the two of them were angry.
No one pays attention to anyone, and eating becomes just random snacks.
They returned to the room early that day, but they were very tired after walking around a lot during the day. Neither of them looked good, and neither wanted to talk to the other.
Song Xuan's shoes were very worn today. She walked too much, and her little toes had blood blisters. Ji Huai deliberately pretended not to see it, and his tone was weird, "You want to leave on your own, I said go to Li'er." If you don’t go to the cathedral, that’s what will happen if you don’t go, who can you blame?”
"Do it yourself and you will receive it."
He had already shown her face this afternoon, and Song Xuan felt aggrieved, "Why do you have to follow the guide? The travel route is constantly changing, so you don't have to go to those places."
"Look at the place you chose. There's nothing there. It's still far away. What fun is there?" He refused to admit defeat.
"Just change a place to play. You said you would go out with me to have fun. I just want to go there. I will be happy when I go there. Even if there is nothing to see, if we hold hands and walk around and take some photos, I will feel it is worth it. You are black Keep your face on, keep giving me a look, I don’t want to go anywhere, you can go by yourself.”
She wiped her tears and went to bed without saying anything else.
Ji Huai didn't mean to make her angry, but now he felt guilty, "I didn't say that."
Song Xuan didn't reply to him. She huddled under the quilt and didn't pay attention to him or say anything while he was holding her.
The next day, Ji Huai asked her to get up and go to the Li'er Cathedral yesterday. Song Xuan turned over and buried her head, "I don't want to go."
"Honey, I won't talk about you anymore." Ji Huai apologized to her, "I said too much. I'm sorry. I'm just angry. It's fun for you. You can go wherever you like."
Song Xuan said nothing, turned her back and continued to close her eyes.
It was probably quite sad. Ji Huai knew that he had a bad temper and was not lenient with others. He would vent his anger when he was angry. Plus, he was tired from traveling and was in a foreign land. There were many things that happened, so it was inevitable that he would be a little bored.
But he still felt bad for making her sad, so he leaned over and kissed her forehead, "Then let's take a day off, don't be in a hurry."
Ji Huai helped her poke the blood blisters and apply medicine yesterday. After washing up, he brought the medicine over to her and gave her her favorite breakfast.
Song Xuan was also very soft-hearted towards him. After he applied the medicine and put on the band-aid, she turned around, stretched out her foot and kicked him gently. She frowned in displeasure and said, "You talk too much. You always talk too much." You want to teach me a lesson, this is not the country."
"You knew I relied on you, so you deliberately forced me to admit my mistake. It was my fault and I will admit it. What you said is hurtful. At worst, I will be in the hotel and I won't go play."
Ji Huai looked guilty when he was told that he was right. He had a tougher temper than Song Xuan and was a bit more competitive. Although he was changing, the things in his bones would not change for a while.
"You walked very fast yesterday on purpose. I was very scared, and I felt wronged and sad. I felt that you were going to leave me alone. I have nothing on me. I won't go out with you next time." Song Xuan said His eyes were red again.
"You can't throw it away. I'm watching you." Although Ji Huai was angry, he was measured and explained, "I'm just too angry. You didn't listen to me and didn't make it clear to the driver, so you just got on the bus in anger. , if you don’t listen to me and listen to others, I’m also very angry.”
"I apologize. I'm sorry. I won't do it next time. I didn't know you were so scared."
"I won't apologize to you!" Song Xuan suddenly became willful and retracted her legs from his hand.
Ji Huai stepped forward and hugged her, "You don't need to apologize, it's my fault."
"Bastard."
"I'm the bad guy."
…
Song Xuan was an easy girl to coax, and in the end she hugged Ji Huai and whispered, "Actually, I only want to go a little bit, because you always veto the places I want to go, and I get a little angry because it always doesn't look good. That’s not fun, I can only follow your strategy, and I can’t help but fight against you.”
"Who knew that the driver was driving undercover?"
"Husband, I'm sorry."
…
Come on, after such a review, how can Ji Huai not forgive
She was always doting on her, but in the next few days she worked hard without complaint. When she was tired, she immediately carried her without saying a word. She bought whatever she liked without hesitation. She took good care of her and held her hand in her hand.
While others lost weight when traveling, Song Xuan gained some fat on her face, which was still white and tender.
On the day of return, Ji Huai was pushing the luggage in front of her. Song Xuan, like this time, felt like she was being led out by him as a brainless retard.
When he was about to walk out, a voice suddenly came from behind him, "Ji Huai?"
Song Xuan turned around when she heard the sound, and saw a woman with long curly hair walking toward them on high heels. She couldn't see her face clearly through sunglasses. When she took off her glasses, she could see clearly, and her face changed slightly.
Yan Jingyi, his ex-girlfriend.
Song Xuan didn't know what was wrong with her. She couldn't help but want to retract the hand he held, but think about it, she was not a mistress, so why were she cowardly? She is Ji Huai's legal wife.
When she moved, Ji Huai's grip tightened, with a natural look on his face, "What a coincidence. Where are you coming back from?"
Yan Jingyi mentioned a small nearby country and then asked, "What about you?"
Ji Huai named the two countries and said, "My wife and I are going on our honeymoon."
"That's it, that's good." Yan Jingyi smiled. She had Ji Huai's circle of friends and saw that the two of them were playing together in the past half month. She loved traveling and took photos and posted them on her circle of friends, but with him When we were together, he always said he didn't have time to go and was too lazy to go.
Regardless of love or not, it is awkward to see your ex caring more about someone else, especially since you may not be living a better life than the other person.
"Let's leave first." Ji Huai didn't say anything more, took Song Xuan's hand and left.
Before leaving, Yan Jingyi also observed Song Xuan, who smiled lightly at her.
Looking at the figures of the two of them, they seemed to fit together inexplicably. He was pushing his luggage and carrying a big schoolbag. His wife was wearing a skirt and a hat, with a small bag on her body. Ji Huai could have put his arm around her waist when she got off the escalator. Intimate movements.
She couldn't explain how she felt, but she was definitely unhappy. Especially when she heard that Ji Huai bought a car and a house after the two got married, she felt even more sour than jealous.