Your wife is a bit fierce

Chapter 155 Can't Hold Back the Flooding Tears
Lin Muxue's eyelashes were trembling constantly, and the rain fell violently, and it became cold in his broad and gentle embrace.

Back in the house, Lin Muxue was shivering from the cold, Duan's father found her Duan's mother's clothes, she changed out of the complicated evening dress, and put on the yellowed but so warm, mother's clothes, Lin Muxue Mu Xue tightly grasped the jacket, sniffed vigorously, but could not smell the familiar smell of her mother, what got into her nose was all the musty smell that had been suppressed in the bottom of the box for a long time.

Qingyang Lin Xiao was wearing Duan's father's trousers, which were wrinkled, old and short, and a little tight. He was tall and looked a little funny, but Lin Muxue couldn't laugh.

There are three rooms in the house, and there are wooden boards to build a building.

The dining table was in the corner of the living room. Duan's father wiped the thick dust on the table with a black towel. He worked hard, almost exhausting all his strength.

Lin Muxue's eyes were always red, and her voice was always hoarse. She grabbed Father Duan's hand and said, "I'll do it."

But Duan's father smiled gently and kindly: "How can you people in the city get used to this kind of dirty work? You just sit and sit. I haven't had guests in the house for a long time. I just find a place to eat by myself. Don't be surprised, the countryside Not as clean as the city."

Lin Muxue let go of Father Duan's hand, and many memories came again.

He was such a kind person, but in the end he could only end up alone. It was all because of her being a daughter that made him like this.

"Then I'll bring you dumplings."

"Okay." Duan's father couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear, it hadn't been this lively for a long time.

The white dumplings were still in the pot, Lin Muxue scooped them out with a big iron spoon, Duan's father hurriedly called out: "Don't move around, you may burn yourself."

"I'm fine, just wait, I'll take it out." Lin Muxue smiled at Duan's father and continued with the work in hand.

Duan's father no longer insisted, this grab could easily hurt his hand.

Qingyang Lin Xiao strode over and took the iron spoon from her hand: "Stand aside."

The commanding tone became extraordinarily warm on this slightly cold night.

"You go and sit, we two bring it here." Lin Muxue looked at Father Duan's smiling face, as if she had returned to more than 20 years ago.

"it is good."

Father Duan walked towards the living room with slow steps, Lin Muxue looked at his back with wet eyes and a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Qingyang Lin Xiao concentrated on serving the dumplings, looking good.

The chopsticks that had been placed for many years were already moldy, and after more than ten minutes of washing with clean water, he put them on his wrist one by one: "This is yours." A bowl full of dumplings was handed to Lin Muxue.

"Give him this bowl."

Without hesitation, she left the biggest bowl to him in her mouth. Qingyang Lin Xiao felt a little uncomfortable, even though he was an old man, he felt sore in his heart.

Holding the hot dumplings, Lin Muxue's face was glowing, her eyes were red and swollen, but her smile was so real.

Qingyang Lin Xiao was a little absent-minded, and couldn't understand her more and more. As soon as he sat down, he took out a cigarette and lit it.

Lin Muxue remembered that Duan's father had always disliked other people's smoking, so she snatched it from him: "Dinner, no smoking." Then she smashed it and put it on the table.

He turned his head to look at her, with deep sorrow in those dark eyes, but he still didn't speak in the end.

"This bowl is too much. I am an old man. If I eat so much, you young people should eat more." Father Duan pulled the bowl in front of Qingyang Lin Xiao to his side, and then pushed his own bowl to Qingyang Lin Xiao. whistling.

Qingyang Lin Xiao stared at Father Duan's kind face with a gloomy face, and then lowered his eyes to look at the blackened place on the side of the bowl that couldn't be cleaned no matter what.

Lin Muxue knew that he was disgusted, so she stretched out her hand and pulled his bowl to her side, then pushed hers to him: "I like vegetable dumplings the most, I know you don't like them, so eat less."

Qingyang Lin Xiao met her smiling face, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart, he didn't understand what was going on well, why did he come here?

"Girl, eat more, young man, you all eat more, the food here is poor, not as delicious as the food in the city, but ah, these vegetables are grown by myself, there is no chemical fertilizer." Father Duan stared deeply The sunken eyes of Lin Muxue and Qingyang Lin Xiao were full of his kindness and tenderness.

Lin Muxue's eyes couldn't help feeling a little sore, she nodded quickly, and put the dumpling in her mouth. It was faint and tasteless, but it was the most familiar and warm taste to her.

At that time, Duan's father and Duan's mother liked making dumplings for her the most. She grew up here and had never eaten delicious food outside. Vegetable dumplings were her favorite food.

Because of poverty, I occasionally raise pigs, but I can only eat meat during the Spring Festival.

Lin Muxue's tears dripped into the bowl, Qingyang Lin Xiao kept watching her with deep eyes, he didn't speak, but took all her emotions into his eyes.

Weak wind and rain come from the window framed by a field, and the wick of the kerosene lamp blows crookedly, but it makes the whole room feel warm and pleasant.

That warm and homely feeling has not existed in Lin Muxue's heart for many years.

Lin Muxue supported her swollen belly: "It's delicious, really delicious, I haven't eaten such delicious dumplings for a long time."

"As long as you like to eat, as long as you like to eat." Duan's father said softly, under the light of the kerosene lamp, his vicissitudes of eyes were a little more moist, he touched it with his sleeve, and his voice was a little choked up, He sighed: "Our family Yaoyao liked to eat vegetable dumplings back then, she ate it all over her mouth, she was like a crazy girl all day long."

When Duan's father said this, his eyes were full of expectations for his children and a deep love that could not be concealed.

Lin Muxue never knew before that her father actually loved her so much.

The constriction in the depths of her throat caused her pain. She pressed her lips tightly, but she still couldn't suppress the overflowing tears.

Duan's father sighed again, and got up to collect the bowl.

Lin Muxue got up suddenly and put the bowls on top of each other: "I'll wash the dishes, you rest." She didn't know how to address him, with her current status, she should call Duan's father Grandpa, but she couldn't call him out.

Duan's father held the bowl: "Girl, take a good rest, let me do this kind of thing, you are customers, how can you ask customers to do rough work."

Duan's father has always been a bull-tempered person, and he never talked around the bush, whatever he is, he is what he is, so he said he won't let you do it, and he couldn't grab it.

So Lin Muxue had no choice but to help him get it to the stove, watching the old man's pale back scrub and wash the dishes.

There are no other people in this village. The younger generation all go to the city to work, and those who have financial conditions take their parents to the city.

After washing the dishes, Duan's father took out cotton wool and quilt covers from the wooden cabinet. These were things from decades ago. Duan's father lived frugally by himself, and he was reluctant to throw away many things.

He carried the cotton wool up the stairs, the ladder was a wooden ladder, section by section, Lin Muxue looked terrified, holding a kerosene lamp in his hand to light the way.

(End of this chapter)