Your wife is a bit fierce

Chapter 158 It would be better if I could love him more

Qingyang Lin Xiao walked forward and easily removed the quilt from the upper layer of the cabinet. Perhaps it was lying on it all year round, and a thin layer of gray spread out in an instant.

"You take it up first, I'll burn some firewood and bring it up."

Father Duan still looked at him with his usual kind smile, which made Qingyang Lin Xiao feel so comfortable for the first time.

Duan's father took out matches from the corner of the cabinet and lit the kerosene lamp on the table. The kerosene lamp was also covered with a thick layer of dust. It is estimated that the old man seldom used the lamp at night.

With a light grace, he went upstairs first.

Lin Muxue had already wrapped the quilt completely around her body, her head was buried in the quilt, only her black hair was exposed.

Qingyang Lin Xiao shook the quilt, and a lot of dust fell off. He looked disgusted, but he could only use it first.

He covered her with a quilt, spread it flat, and pressed a corner of the quilt under her chin, exposing her face.

Her cheeks were slightly red, her skin was rosy, her breathing was shallow and even, and she seemed to be sleeping soundly, but her hands and feet were always cold, and her hands were always hugging her arms, looking insecure.

Qingyang Lin Xiao went downstairs again, the kitchen light was flickering, Duan's father was squatting next to a large iron pot behind the stove, and was using a match to light hay, hay was easy to ignite, and the orange light shone on the old man's face paler.

Duan's father put rough logs on the fire, and stuffed hay under them vigorously.

Qingyang Lin Xiao squatted aside: "I want to know, what is the relationship between Lin Yeyun and your daughter Duan Yao?"

He was outspoken and his words were cold.

When talking about his daughter, Duan's father's eyes are both gentle and sad: "Yeyun is Yaoyao's boyfriend. He lived under our house back then. The relationship between the two is very good. We are now talking about marriage. It’s just that Yeyun’s child insists on going to the city.” Duan’s father’s eyes were full of tears: “It’s a pity that after leaving, the two children never came back.”

"And after that, after Duan Yao's death, Lin Yeyun never came back?"

"That child of Yeyun is all focused on his work. His father looks forward to him coming home every year, but he never pays attention to it. Even when his father died, he didn't come back. That girl Yaoyao is too infatuated. As her whole life, if her husband doesn't want to come back, she will naturally not come back. Sometimes when I think about it, that girl is very disappointing. For a man, she even ignored her parents."

The tears in the corners of Duan's father's eyes accumulated more and more, but then he wiped them with his sleeve and smiled again: "Look at me, it's been so many years, and I still tell you, I'm quite old, half a foot They are already people who have stepped into the loess, so many things can be ignored, but it is a pity that my family, Yaoyao, left at a young age."

Qingyang Lin Xiao didn't speak, squatting aside, listening to Duan's father's continuous words of Yaoyao, and Qingyang Lin Xiao didn't know why he listened so intently to an old man who didn't know him at all, and didn't even know him at all. A woman with no interest.

"That girl, since she was a child, she followed other boys to go wild, ran around with bare feet, went down the river to catch crabs, climbed trees to dig out bird nests, oh? By the way, she also followed others to poke hornet's nests, and finally got stung on the head There were bags everywhere, and then she ran back crying and threw herself into my arms. At that time, she was still so young." Duan's father became more and more excited as he spoke, and he gestured to Duan Yao's height with his palm. At that time, Duan Yao Only seven or eight years old.

"Also, she learned how to roll hoops and play marbles with boys. She doesn't look like a girl at all. She follows boys everywhere all day long. Girls in other people's homes are all jumping rubber bands and turning flower ropes. Sometimes I think about it. It might be better if Yaoyao was a boy."

"When she was ten years old, she started to fight with boys. She was competitive and refused to give up at all. I still remember one time when she did a problem with a boy. She thought it was one way, and the boy thought it was that way. She started arguing, and even got into a fight at the end. She scratched someone's face with her nails, and the face was torn. In the end, the boy's parents came to the door, but she put her hips on her hips and said, "Your son, a boy, is ashamed to come to the girl's house to beg him." Reason, you still have face if you can't beat a girl, if I tell the school about this, I'll see how your son will behave in the future."

Duan's father suddenly laughed out loud when he said this, thinking of his daughter's fierce akimbo, it was like yesterday.

Duan's father never thought that his daughter should be as soft and weak as a girl. Instead, he supported her daughter's character, because this way, she would not be bullied by others. It is precisely this character that Duan Yao really loved in the village. No one dared to bully her.

Duan's father's face suddenly darkened: "It's a pity that no matter how careless a girl is, she will change when she faces feelings. I always thought that Yaoyao would be like other children in the village, find a simple man to marry and have children. Girl, a husband and a child, but she and Lin Yeyun fell in love, and they were supposed to get married, but suddenly they said they were going to the city, and they never returned."

"If she's not with Lin Yeyun, maybe she's still by my side now, at least she can still see my daughter during festivals."

Duan's father sighed, his voice was broken, he sniffed, as if he was relieved from a heavy weight, and finally expressed the past that had been suppressed for decades.

Duan's father grabbed Qingyang Lin Xiao's arm, Qingyang Lin Xiao was slightly stunned, and wanted to withdraw his hand in a conditioned reaction, but in the end he clenched his fist and didn't pull it away. For the first time, he felt that a person was so pitiful.

"Young man, I've delayed your rest. Those things are old things. Your wife is a good woman, so cherish it. It's fate for the two to meet. Fate is hard to find, and you know how to cherish it." Father Duan said kindly, He patted Qingyang Lin Xiao's arm.

The firewood had already been lit, and the scarlet light shone brightly. Duan's father added some rough wood to it, which could last for a long time.

Qingyang Lin Xiao went upstairs with the black pot with cracked edges, and put it not far from the bed, the cold air gradually warmed up.

Qingyang Lin Xiao lay on the bed, held Lin Muxue's hand, and wrapped her tightly in his arms.

Those words of Father Duan suddenly flashed in my mind, but that crazy girl turned into Lin Muxue, she stepped on the ground barefoot, passing through a hornet's nest, densely packed hornets sprinted towards her from high altitude, she cried out Run around.

Such fantasies appeared vividly in his brain, she jumped up and down, she pouted, grimaced, with rich expressions.

He thought, if Lin Muxue also had that kind of life, wouldn't it make people love her more?

Qingyang Lin Xiao shook his head, he must have been infected by Duan's father, in fact, she is pretty good now, if she can love him more, it will be even better.

After midnight, Lin Muxue's hands and feet began to warm up slowly, and her curled up body slowly stretched out. She turned over and faced Qingyang Lin Xiao with her sleeping face.

(End of this chapter)