After dinner, Gu Tingyuan was studying in the inn, and Shaoyin led An'er out, intending to take a stroll in the bustling Fucheng.
Tea shop, cloth shop, jewelry shop, restaurant, restaurant, chess room, dim sum shop... All kinds of shops are lined up on both sides of the road, especially the tangy aroma from the restaurant is simply overbearing, and you can't escape after walking a long distance.
An'er was fascinated by the prosperity, and opened a pair of big eyes, looking left and right, and often bumped into Shaoyin's leg while walking, and he still didn't realize it.
Shaoyin didn't want her son to watch, so she brought some money with her before she went out, and bought An'er a sugar figurine, a wooden car, a handful of nine chains, and some snacks suitable for children.
She didn't buy anything herself, and she thought about ways to make money.
Although Gu Tingyuan is very hardworking and often spends money at home, it is far from enough for Shaoyin. Not to mention anything else, she didn't want to wash her own clothes, she didn't want to cook, and she didn't want to share a bed with a big man or a child.
She wanted to live in a big courtyard, surrounded by servants, someone fanned her in summer, and someone burned Mrs. Tang to warm her bed in winter. She came to do the task, not to make herself suffer.
"Bang!" Suddenly a man flew out in front of him and fell heavily to the ground, followed by a group of men with vicious faces and cursing, spat on him, kicked him contemptuously, and cursed: "If you have no money, get out! "
Shaoyin immediately covered An'er's eyes, bent down and hugged him in her arms. He didn't walk away, but looked up.
I saw the man get up, flattering and flattering: "Third Master, let me play two more games, I will get back my money soon, after I get my money back—"
"Get out!" The men ignored him, turned and entered the door.
The man wanted to follow in, but was beaten out as soon as he entered the door. This time he was kicked a few times on the leg, and he was so painful that he couldn't stand up, dripping with cold sweat. After a while, I was finally able to stand up, but I didn't dare to go in any more, and limped away.
Only then did Shaoyin let go of An'er, stood up straight, and led his son past the door of Xinglong Casino without looking sideways.
She thought she had found a way to make money.
As the sun rose into the sky, Shaoyin returned to the inn with a portion of wontons. Both she and her son are full, and this portion is for Gu Tingyuan.
"Thank you, lady." Gu Tingyuan put away the book, held the wonton in his hands, and looked up at her, the tenderness in his eyes was almost overflowing.
Shaoyin got goosebumps.
This man is particularly tired when he wakes up in the morning, and he doesn't know what's wrong.
"Father, I'm listening to an opera!" An'er hugged the small wooden cart, ran to Gu Tingyuan's side, climbed onto the stool, chattering about what he saw in the morning.
He was young and tired after walking for a while, so Shaoyin took him to a teahouse to listen to his master's storytelling. It was a story about a great general galloping across the battlefield and taking the head of the enemy thousands of miles away. The story was very passionate. An'er could not understand much, but the atmosphere infected him, and he was very excited along the way.
Gu Tingyuan is actually not interested in what his son listened to, but this is his own son after all, so he has two purposes, and puts a little attention on his son, saying "really" "really good" "um" "very good" from time to time ", most of my mind is on my wife.
His eyes are as gentle as a deep lake, warm and sparkling, and his deep affection is about to pour out like honey.
The phoenix eyes blinked lightly, obviously nothing happened, but it seemed like she was wearing a small hook to seduce people in one fell swoop.
Shaoyin thought he was crazy.
He got up and said, "I have something to do, come back before dinner."
Gu Tingyuan was startled, and unconsciously leaned forward, subconsciously wanting to keep her. But when the words came out, it was: "Okay, then An'er and I will wait for you to come back."
The moment she turned to go out, the light in his eyes dimmed a little, and the little wontons in the bowl didn't feel fragrant anymore.
An'er didn't know her father's mood changes, she still talked about happy things with great interest, and gradually aroused Gu Tingyuan's emotions again. After eating the small ravioli at a faster pace, he hugged his son on his lap and started talking to him: "Can you still recite the poem I taught you yesterday?"
An'er got stuck, but it didn't take long before he remembered, and slowly recited: "The city is full of beacon smoke..."
Gu Tingyuan hugged his son's soft body, listened to his immature but clear voice of reciting poems, and looked at his wife's similar nose and mouth, he felt a little relieved, his wife loves his son so much, she must be reluctant to have a son, He was also reluctant to let his son leave his father.
However, his eyes still dimmed.
Since that incident, his wife has not treated him as well as before. Although she said "not angry" and treated him a lot more considerately, he could feel that she was not close to him in her heart.
Why didn't she get close to him? What should he do to make her get close to him again
Gu Tingyuan once thought that as long as his wife was still close to him as before, he would like her to quarrel with him every day, even beat and scold him.
But now, he hesitated.
People who have lived a good life can hardly go back to the past. In the past month, his wife has stopped fighting with him and has started to communicate with the villagers. She treats her son with care and love, and cooks delicious meals every night for him to come back. This is a day that he never dreamed of before.
He tasted the feeling of being cared for by others. He didn't have to work so hard every day, and he didn't have to worry about being noisy. His body and mind were relaxed, and he was a little addicted.
"Father? Father?" There was something shaking in front of his eyes, Gu Tingyuan took a closer look, it was his son's little white hand, "What is Dad thinking?"
Gu Tingyuan came back to his senses, grabbed his son Bai Nen's little hand, and squeezed it in his palm, obviously feeling soft. This was never before, and my son has become chubby during this time. Even if she lost some flesh on the way to Fucheng, she is still chubby compared to before.
This is all thanks to the wife. Gu Tingyuan thought about what his wife had done recently. She caught fish, touched river mussels, caught cicadas, and sometimes went into the mountains to set traps to catch hares. Feeding my son carefully every day, feeding him healthy and strong, even benefits him, and he can eat something good every day.
That's all. He sighed inwardly.
If the wife is not close to him, let her not be close to him.
His life is much better than before, especially for his son. He is still so young, having a mother who loves him is far more important than having a close pillow.
One must be content, Gu Tingyuan thought to himself.
A little bit of regret was suppressed in his heart, and he taught his son to recite a new poem and taught him arithmetic, so he let him play on the bed with Jiulianhuan, and sat at the table to read a book by himself.
An'er is very obedient. He knows that his father wants to study, so he doesn't make any noise. Tired of playing, he fell asleep by himself. Before going to bed, I also know how to cover myself with a small quilt.
Shaoyin came back in the evening.
When she came back, she was carrying a roast chicken and a bag of white flour steamed buns. There is light in the eyes, and the spirit is flying. It seems that something good has happened.
"Yinyin is back." Gu Tingyuan put down the book and stood up to pick up the things in her hand.
An'er also got off the bed in a jerk: "Mother!"
Like a small cannonball, it was thrown into the arms of the mother, and the little hands and feet climbed up.
Shaoyin smiled, bent down to pick him up, and kissed his delicate face: "Did you miss me?"
An'er held her face, "Bobobo", with saliva marks all over her face, and said loudly: "I think about it! I think about it! An'er misses mother!"
The smile on Shaoyin's face grew wider. The joy of raising a baby lies in the fact that the baby is caring to you, and the casual childish words will always be sweet to your heart.
Shaoyin has raised a few cubs, both boys and girls. Watching them grow up to be outstanding and outstanding young people from a bunch of soft little things that never speak, the fun is far beyond that of falling in love. of.
Men, that's all. After Shaoyin entered the room, he just smiled and nodded at Gu Tingyuan, then sat down at the table with his son in his arms, and pulled the rope away with one hand, revealing the roasted chicken wrapped inside. Drill into a person's nostril.
"Is An'er hungry?" Shaoyin asked her son while picking up the chopsticks to pick out chicken legs.
An'er nodded: "I'm hungry."
Father said that he would eat when mother came back, so he only gave him two pieces of snacks to cushion his stomach. He wasn't very hungry right now, but the aroma of the roast chicken was too overbearing, which made the glutton in his stomach scream.
Shaoyin picked up the chicken leg, wrapped it in a handkerchief, held it in her hand, and fed it to An'er's mouth: "Eat it."
The roast chicken is covered with oil, let the children eat it by themselves, and they must get their hands full of oil. If you accidentally wipe it on your clothes, it will be enough.
Shaoyin doesn't like to wash clothes, so he just feeds him with them.
Seeing that his wife doesn't see himself, even if he is mentally prepared to "not be greedy" and "satisfied", Gu Tingyuan still feels sore in his heart.
How can it be possible to be content? Who doesn't want a sweetheart
So, Shaoyin fed An'er, while Gu Tingyuan rolled up his sleeves, tore off strips of chicken, and fed them to Shaoyin's mouth.
Shaoyin glanced at him and stuttered.
Gu Tingyuan fed her two mouthfuls of meat, and then one mouthful of steamed buns. After taking a few mouthfuls, he brought tea and fed it to her mouth to relieve her tiredness.
"..."
He tilted his head back, avoiding the teacup, "You eat by yourself."
Gu Tingyuan lowered his eyelids shyly: "Okay."
Sure enough, I ate it by myself.
He only eats chicken heads, chicken necks, chicken feet and other parts with little meat. But the corners of the eyes and brows were full of joy, and the whole body seemed to be shrouded in an invisible halo of happiness.
Shaoyin was speechless.
"Has this man been abused?"
Letting him not have to wait and go to eat by himself makes him so happy!
It's crazy!
After dinner, the family of three went out to visit the night market.
It is more bustling at night than during the day, and there are more roadside stalls, and adults and children come out to play. Gu Tingyuan was worried that his wife would be squeezed in, so he always protected her. When he went to a crowded place, he even hugged An'er without using Shaoyin's hands at all.
Just like that, after returning to the inn, he fetched hot water: "Are you tired? Come, soak your feet."
Shaoyin glanced at him, took off her shoes and socks slowly, and dipped her feet in hot water: "Why are you flattering me so much? What do you want to do?"
Gu Tingyuan was indeed trying to curry favor with her. Although one must be content and not be too greedy, but "Heaven moves vigorously, and a gentleman strives constantly for self-improvement", which means that he should not be satisfied with the status quo and stagnate! He wants to regain his wife's closeness and live a happier life!
"Isn't it right for a husband to take care of his wife?" He said softly with a smile in his eyes.
After the words fell, before Shaoyin could respond, An'er ran over with a "batterbatter": "I also want to be filial to my mother!"
Running up to Shaoyin, he clenched his small hands into fists and beat her leg decently. He raised his face and looked at her expectantly, his eyes were filled with "Am I filial" and "Praise me soon"!