Jiang Wenjuan's house has three bedrooms and one living room. Her son is in college and her daughter is married. She, Song Zhe and Xu Zhiyuan live here. It is quite spacious.
Lu Xinting looked around. The room was very poorly decorated and the furniture was very old, but it was clean and tidy, and there was a faint fragrance of flowers.
Lu Xinting and Song Heng were sitting on the sofa, and Jiang Wenjuan washed the fruits to entertain them.
Xu Zhiyuan usually likes to play with flowers and plants at home. When he saw them coming, he asked Jiang Wenjuan to push him to the living room.
Near noon, Jiang Wenjuan went to cook, and Xu Zhiyuan's wheelchair was placed next to the coffee table.
There are several teacups on the coffee table. They are new. They probably took them out to use when they came.
Lu Xinting sat next to Song Heng, listening to him chatting with Xu Zhiyuan.
She quietly looked at Song Heng, the stepfather.
Xu Zhiyuan had an old blanket draped over his legs, and the missing leg was very obvious.
The man who had served in the military looked very serious, and the conversation topics were very formulaic, basically one question and one answer.
Xu Zhiyuan asked, "Have you changed jobs in the past few years?"
Song Heng: "No."
Xu Zhiyuan asked, "There are always changes in work, right?"
Song Heng replied, "No."
"do what?"
"as usual."
"..."
Lu Xinting felt that this man in her family was a conversation starter.
It's because she talks a lot that she can keep up.
When you meet someone like Xu Zhiyuan who talks little, chatting with him can make you angry to death.
However, it was probably not convenient for him to reveal his job, so he gave such a concise answer.
After all, his work is quite complicated. When it comes to serving, he will accompany senior officials to change glasses, take off his suit, and hit people with a stick until blood flows everywhere.
Xu Zhiyuan asked Song Heng, "Still living in the previous place?"
"Um."
"Didn't you buy a new house?"
"without."
"You are getting married and want to buy a new house as your wedding room. Don't wrong other girls."
"I have no money."
Xu Zhiyuan was surprised, "I heard from Wenjuan that you are doing well in the capital and have saved a lot of savings."
"It's gone now."
Xu Zhiyuan frowned, "Did your business and investment fail?"
Song Heng glanced at Lu Xinting and said, "No."
Xu Zhiyuan didn't want to say it, and he didn't force it, "When you encounter difficulties, just tell me, your mother and I have some savings after so many years, you can take it..."
Lu Xinting coughed, "What, Uncle Xu, all his money is with me."
Xu Zhiyuan was stunned, straightened up and smiled, "I see."
"Uncle Xu, if you want to know the situation, just ask me directly. Don't ask him. He likes to talk loudly."
Xu Zhiyuan looked at Lu Xinting, "There's nothing to ask. As long as he treats you well, your parents will feel relieved."
Although Song Heng was not his biological son, he was still a poor child. His family situation was complicated and bad, and he was afraid that the woman's family would not be able to accept it.
Song Heng spent all his savings to marry this girl. He supported this approach so that the woman's family could rest assured that their daughter would be given to Song Heng.
Lu Xinting said, "Uncle Xu, you are thinking too much. My mother is very open-minded and avant-garde. When she chooses a son-in-law, she only looks at the person's ability, not the person's family."
"If you don't believe me, ask him." Lu Xinting pushed Song Heng, "Before we were officially together, he sent me home, but my mother found out. My mother insisted on dragging him into the house to sit down and asked Does he have a girlfriend? Does he like my type? I can’t wait to sell me to him.”
Xu Zhiyuan was amused by Lu Xinting, "Your mother is very sensible and has good taste. If she leaves you with Xiao Heng, you will be happy in the future."
"No, even before we got married, I recognized him as my son-in-law, and because of her being a good son-in-law, she kicked me out of the house." Lu Xinting glanced at Song Heng, "And she said that she couldn't become a son-in-law, so she wanted to recognize him as her son!"
Song Heng felt the knife in her eyes, stretched out his hand to touch her round belly, and whispered in her ear, "I promised not to hold grudges."
"I don't hold a grudge, but you didn't say you can't settle old scores."
"Is there a difference?"
Lu Xinting stared at him, "Is there no difference? Did you fail the Chinese language test in the college entrance examination?"
Song Heng was defeated, "Okay, you are right."
He chose to shut up and massage her gently.
With Lu Xinting's lively atmosphere, the chatting atmosphere was much more relaxed.
"He gave you all his money. It seems that he spent a lot of money to marry you." Xu Zhiyuan said with a smile, "Wenjuan's son is a good teacher. It's good to let his wife take care of the money."
"I didn't want to worry about him. When he took out the real estate certificate, share transfer agreement, and bank card, my mother said she was shocked and thought he had done something illegal and wanted to dispose of the property in advance. Ran away."
Lu Xinting made Xu Zhiyuan laugh, "Xiao Heng, how can you be so direct? This is your future mother-in-law."
As soon as I walked in and sat down, I didn't even say a few words, and just started picking up the guy.
Song Heng said in a low voice, "Are you going to beat around the bush about proposing marriage?"
Shouldn’t we express sincerity, the more candid the better?
Lu Xinting took a sip of tea and said, "Brother Song, you don't look like a stupid guy. Why is it that when it comes to relationships, your brain circuit is always two points and one line?"
Song Heng said, "Emotions are a very simple thing."
He didn't know why it had to be so complicated.
I also don’t understand that many people clearly love each other but insist on going around and around each other.
To put it simply, isn’t it just two words?
Love her.
So protect her, take care of her, tolerate her, and protect her.
He followed his heart and instinct and did this for her.
"So you are sincere, that's why I love you so much." Lu Xinting whispered this in his ear.
Song Heng's ears turned red.
She rarely said love words to him, let alone the words "I love you".
Occasionally, he would say one or two words, and he would remember them in his heart, making them feel doubly precious and cherished.
Jiang Wenjuan prepared lunch and put it on the table. Song Heng pulled Lu Xinting to sit down.
At this time, a bedroom door opened, facing Lu Xinting. She looked up and subconsciously wanted to scream, so she forced her voice down in her throat.
It was Song Zhe who came out.
He was not wearing a hat at home, and his whole head was exposed without a single hair. He was completely unrecognizable and his facial features were all squeezed together.
Lu Xinting heard Song Heng say that he had been scalded with boiling water, and also heard that he described how serious it was. She had been mentally prepared before coming, but she did not expect it to be so ferocious.
It didn't look like it had been scalded with boiling water. She believed it even if it was said that it had been melted in the stove.
"Are you scared?" A gentle voice suddenly sounded in my ears.
Lu Xinting, who was lost in thought, trembled and turned to look at the man next to her, "You scared me more than anything."
Song Heng coughed and held her hand under the table, "Don't be afraid. Although my brother is a little mentally disturbed, he is a very good person."
Lu Xinting patted his hand, "I'm just a little surprised. Don't worry, I've never seen anything weird. I used to like looking at strange pictures. I've seen people with four legs. This is nothing to your brother." ."
She was whispering with Song Heng when Jiang Wenjuan said, "Xiao Zhe, what do you want to eat? I'll bring the food to your room, right?"
