Meng Wantang lost all drowsiness in an instant, but did not sit up immediately.
She originally wanted to ask him if he had a stomachache, but Lu Qingye calmly got dressed, put on his shoes, and went out quietly.
What does this person want to do?
It was snowing so heavily outside that he had to get up in the middle of the night without sleeping.
Could it be that there is someone else waiting for him outside?
Meng Wantang didn't want to think bad things about him, so he hesitated and opened a corner of the curtain to look out.
The windows are papered.
The outside was sealed with a layer of plastic, and I was lying in front of the window sill, with a cold wind blowing in.
Meng Wantang couldn't see outside and didn't dare to continue blowing the cold wind here. She hurriedly lowered the curtains. After thinking about it, I put on my clothes.
The door to the outhouse was not fully closed.
She walked to the door of the house and was about to open the door.
I heard a splashing sound coming from outside.
She took a closer look and found that Lu Qing was also shoveling the snow with a shovel. He shoveled the road he had shoveled out before going to bed again.
It snowed heavily for several hours.
The road that Lu Qingye shoveled before going to sleep fell under a thick layer of snow again.
If we don't shovel it now, the snow will definitely become very thick again when we wake up tomorrow morning.
Meng Wantang felt a little guilty looking at the back of the man working silently.
A rough man like Lu Qingye has very upright views.
He is completely different from Huo Dongsheng, a man who only likes to hook up with women.
Meng Wantang had doubts several times that the world was not the book he read.
Although the name still has a lot of energy, it fits the bill.
However, Huo Dongsheng is completely different from the person written in the book. The original owner is not as stupid or as bad as written in the book.
And Chen Jiaojiao also gives people a rather inconsistent feeling.
She strongly suspected that the book she was reading might be the original work, and this book was a derivative version written by someone else.
Otherwise, many strange places cannot be explained at all.
Or maybe this is a real world.
Meng Wantang couldn't figure it out, so she simply stopped thinking about it.
She knew that Lu Qingye had not betrayed her, so she turned back to the house and continued to sleep.
After more than twenty minutes, Lu Qingye came in from outside, still feeling cold.
Meng Wantang turned over and looked up at him: "Why are you going out to clear the snow so late?"
"Sweep now. It will be easier when you sweep tomorrow morning." Lu Qingye took off his clothes and got on the kang, "Did I wake you up?"
Meng Wantang shook his head: "I just wanted to get up and see if Little Fatty kicked the quilt, but I didn't expect you to get up and shovel the snow."
"That's how it used to be."
Lu Qingye was talking about when he was a child.
When it snowed heavily in the past, Lu Qingye would give birth to the snow in the yard and outside the gate. He would get up regardless of whether Lu Qingye was sleepy or not.
Meng Wantang frowned: "Were you still very young at that time?"
"Not too young anymore."
Meng Wantang frowned particularly unhappy.
"Don't think that if you don't say anything, I won't guess. It must be that woman Cao Fengying who lets you do all the work. He also deliberately tormented you and asked you to get up in the middle of the night to shovel the snow. Although you got up in the middle of the night to shovel the snow, you were in the morning. It will be much easier if you shovel the snow. But has she ever thought that you are still a child?"
Meng Wantang gritted his teeth angrily.
"She really deserves to have such a son. I think she must have done too many bad things and got retribution for having a son like Lu Qingshun. Otherwise, whoever's family is so unlucky would end up with such a son."
Meng Wantang really wished that Lu Qingshun would export Cao Fengying's coffin and the family's house.
Then I thought about it, if Lu Qingshun really did this, Cao Fengying and his wife would definitely stick to them. This is not a good sign.
"Forget it, it's better not to let Lu Qingshun bother you."
Lu Qingye looked at her angry look and found it funny, so he stretched out his hand to hug her.
"Okay, go to bed now. When is this time? Otherwise, the children will wake up tomorrow morning and you will still be sleeping..."
Before Lu Qingye could finish his words, Meng Wantang blocked him with his hand.
"Stop talking, my head is buzzing right now. What evil did I do in my previous life to have such a son in this life?"
What Meng Wantang was thinking was that she had done many good things, so why did she have a son like Gou Sheng?
Gou Sheng is really good at everything, but his mouth can make people angry to death.
"I think you quite like Gou Sheng." Lu Qingye said with a smile in his voice.
Meng Wantang rolled her eyes at him, feeling that this man was just gloating about his misfortune.
"I like it, but this kid is really annoying sometimes. Hey, sometimes I really want to slap him twice, but when I think about this kid being my own son, when I see his face I really can’t do anything with my flattering face.”
Meng Wantang had thought before that if she got married and had a child, she would definitely be a serious mother and would never pamper her child.
As a result, when she finally had a child, she just couldn't do anything about it, and even refused to say a harsh word.
The ideal is really full, but the reality is very skinny.
"I'll teach that boy a lesson from now on and won't let him talk nonsense." Lu Qingye began to coax his wife.
"Don't think that I don't know. You didn't talk about him behind his back, but is it effective? Tell me, you have controlled him so many times, have you been able to control his mouth? Has it had any effect?"
Meng Wantang really didn't want to pick up on this man's shortcomings at all.
Lu Qingye touched his nose, then simply turned her over and tried his best to stop her chattering mouth.
"I see you don't want to sleep either, so why don't we do something else."
Meng Wantang reached out to hold him against him: "You just told me that if I don't sleep now, I will definitely not be able to get up tomorrow morning. If I can't get up, your son will laugh at me. Do you want to see me? Are you being laughed at?"
"I think even if you don't do something, you won't be able to get up. So you might as well do something."
Lu Qingye said, hugging her waist and saying something in her ear.
Meng Wantang hesitated in an instant.
…
Its daybreak.
The man next to her had already left, and the bed was very warm.
Without having to think about it, she knew that she was setting fire to cook in her house in the morning.
Meng Wantang lay in bed and didn't want to get up at all. This comfortable temperature was simply a cozy home in winter.
She tentatively stretched out her arm. A cold wind blew on her hand, and she quickly retracted it.
Really cold!
"Oops! Mom, are you awake?"
Gou Sheng rushed in from the outside like the wind, and lay directly by the kang to look at Meng Wantang.
Meng Wantang stiffened, and her subconscious reaction was to stop this kid's mouth.
"Mom, I won't tell others that you slept in."
Gou Sheng's words sounded like he cared about her as a mother.
But the boy's next words made Meng Wantang so angry that she wanted to jump up and hit him.
