"Didn't Bingkun's father just come back? Why are they arguing again?"
Qiao Family, Chunyan’s mother just entered the house and was taking off her scarf and gloves while muttering.
"If I tell you not to go, you have to go. When a family is reunited, even if they quarrel a little, it's someone else's business. You, an outsider, come over and join in the fun."
"Even if a fight breaks out, it's none of your business!" Old Man Qiao said angrily while holding a cigarette pole.
"I'm concerned about what's wrong!" Chunyan's mother also had a bad temper. She usually got hammered by Old Man Qiao, but she didn't say a word and started arguing anyway.
"Come on, you still care about her. She doesn't care about your daughter at all. We and the Zhou family can't be in-laws. Besides, we got married after Nian Bingkun and that. Why are you so concerned here? "
Old man Qiao also has a firecracker temper, as stubborn as a donkey. He accepts death and saves face.
Back then, Chunyan's mother and Li Suhua had been trying to bring Qiao Chunyan and Wang Zhong together, and he had agreed to it. But Wang Zhong didn't know what he was thinking. He didn't want a good girl like Chun Yaner in their family, and found a girl in Taiping Hutong as a pawn. object.
What kind of place is Taiping Hutong? Most of the people who live there don't even have household registration, and those naughty foxes there are used to seducing people.
Their Chunyan family is a serious worker, with an establishment and a salary. His old woman still works on the street, and Old Qiao himself also has a job. In addition to each of his sons, their Qiao family, let alone Taiping Hutong, is in the entire Guangdong Hutong. The calligraphy pieces are also ranked high.
This matter about Qiao Chunyan made the old man feel unhappy. In his heart, his daughter must be the best girl in the world. Who is Zhou Bingkun, he dared to look down on his daughter.
It's only right that his daughter should look down on him.
Because of this, Old Man Qiao was holding his breath. He smoked the dry cigarette in his hand one after another, puffing out clouds of smoke.
"Bingkun is also the godmother of our Chunyan'er, and she became a godsister to me. Their old Zhou family doesn't have any relatives in Jichun. During the Chinese New Year, her family is so quarrelsome that I can't care about it. Already?"
Without the incident in the original work, it was purely Qiao Chunyan's own sentimentality. Although Chunyan's mother was not very happy, the plastic sisterhood between her and Li Suhua was still strong. More importantly, she couldn't stand the stubbornness of Mr. Qiao. With the same temper, I had to exchange a few words with him to feel happy.
"Hmph! A dog is trying to catch a mouse, mind your own business!" Old man Qiao made a cold face, knocked the smoke pot on the threshold twice, stood up and entered the house with his hands behind his back.
The bathhouse is not closed yet this time, so Qiao Chunyan is busy.
"Damn old man!" Chunyan's mother was not used to his bad habits. She cursed at the old man's back and fetched water to clean the stove, wash the dishes and wipe the table.
He still grinned: "What's wrong!"
Old man Qiao didn't seem to hear anything. He went back to the house, lay down on the kang, and fell asleep.
Taiping Hutong, Zheng Family.
The pictures in Taiping Hutong said it was neither far nor close. When the young couple came out from Zhou's house, Tian was almost completely dark.
Boom, boom, boom!
There was a knock on the door.
"Is it Juan'er?"
Mother Zheng's voice came from the house.
Outside the door, a tightly wrapped young couple held hands, breathing white air from their mouths. Zheng Juan's pretty face turned red from the cold: "Mom! It's me!"
"Bingkun is here too!"
Zheng's mother opened the door and lifted the curtain, with a smile on her face. She hurriedly turned to her side and raised her hand: "Stop standing here, come in, come in!"
Mother Zheng was used to saving money. There was no stove in the house, only a kang, which was slightly warmer than outside. Guangming was sitting on the kang, wearing a cotton-padded jacket. There was no light in the room, and there was a kerosene lamp on the kang table.
"Sister, you are back!"
"Why don't you sit for a while and come back now?" Zheng's mother was also curious. When Father Zhou came back, the Zhou family should be festive and lively.
"My dad is back and I can't sleep at home. I don't have any place to sleep. I just want to come to your place for a few nights, just for fear that you will dislike me!" Wang Zhong said jokingly.
"What do you mean, we will become a family soon, no matter what we say, we don't dislike him." Mother Zheng said with a smile. For Wang Zhong, the kind-hearted Mother Zheng already regarded him as half of her son.
"I'll get some hot water for you to wash up." Zheng's mother said as she was about to take action, Zheng Juan quickly stopped her.
"Mom, go sit on the kang! I'll just come." Zheng Juan helped Zheng's mother onto the kang and said softly and patiently.
There was no stove in the house. Mother Zheng was old, it was cold at night, and her body was weak, so she went to the kang to keep warm.
Zheng Juaner brought the enamel basin, poured half of the hot water from the thermos bottle, found a clean towel, and washed Wang Zhong.
After washing his face and then his feet, as soon as Wang Zhong put his feet in the basin, Zheng Juan moved a small stool and sat opposite Wang Zhong. She leaned over and used her rough hands to massage Wang Zhong's soles.
"I can do it myself!" Although people had their feet washed many times before, it was a legitimate transaction. Like now, asking a girl like Zheng Juan, who has not yet left the court, to put down her body and wash his feet was something Wang Zhong had never done before. Never thought about it.
But Zheng Juan pressed Wang Zhong's feet and didn't let go. She looked up at Wang Zhong and smiled sweetly: "I'll wash it for you!"
Wang Zhong's mind was a little blank. He looked at the girl who was bending over to gently wash his feet, at the two braids hanging from both shoulders, and at the pair of fair but not delicate Rouyi wrapping his breasts. The soles of his feet, for a moment, his eyes became a little crazy.
"alright!"
"Bingkun, what are you thinking about?" Zheng Juan looked at the distracted Wang Zhong curiously, and reminded again with a smile: "It's done! Put it under the quilt and cover it quickly, don't freeze."
At this moment, both Wang Zhong's feet were placed on Zheng Juan's thighs. Wang Zhong quickly put his legs back on the kang and stuffed them into the quilt. Zheng Juan poured half a basin of water again, sat by the kang, took off his shoes and put his feet on the bed. Go in.
Wang Zhong turned over and got off the kang, put on his cotton shoes, sat on a small stool, leaned over and held Zheng Juan's little feet in the basin. Wang Zhong could clearly feel Zheng Juan's body stiffen, and her cheeks quickly turned red.
"I can do it myself." She whispered like a mosquito, showing the girl's shyness to the fullest.
Wang Zhong looked up at her and smiled, his hands moving continuously: "Don't move."
Zheng Juan didn't dare to move, her body was frozen there. From time to time, she secretly glanced at Wang Zhong, who was concentrating on washing her feet. She was secretly happy, but at the same time, she felt infinite shyness.
Mother Zheng's smile reached the corners of her eyes.
The Zheng family has only one room, more than twenty square meters, divided into two rooms, inside and outside. The smaller one is the kitchen, and the inside is the room where the family of three usually eats and sleeps. A big Kang takes up nearly half of the entire house. .
However, four people can still sleep, and there is no shortage of bedding or anything else. Wang Zhong has bought several quilts from Zheng's house in the past few years. The original old quilts have also been taken down and found someone to play them again.
Because she was about to get married, Aunt Zheng no longer allowed Zheng Juan to go out to sell popsicles and candied haws in public. Every time she went out to the stall, it was Aunt Zheng who brought the light.
Zheng Juan could only do logistics for them at home, skewering candied haws, making popsicles, cooking, unpacking and washing bedding, and sewing and mending clothes.
During this period, Wang Zhong and Xiao Shitian visited their home basically every day and renovated their home inside and out.
Although Wang Zhong made it all by himself, just buying materials such as wood cost a lot of money.
Aunt Zheng saw it in her eyes and remembered it in her heart.
After washing up, Zheng Juan also got on the kang. Guangming slept outside next to Zheng's mother. Wang Zhong and Zheng Juan lay next to each other inside, and the kang table was put away.
The large Kang, which is more than three meters wide, can accommodate four people.
Wang Zhong rested his arms on his head, thinking about what happened just now, feeling a little lost in thought.
Zhou Zhigang's attack was within his expectation, but the intensity was unexpected.
It was a long night, and I don't know how long it took, but the sound of even and low breathing came to my ears, and the quilt next to me suddenly moved, moving a lot in the direction of Wang Zhong.
Wang Zhong just turned his head and met Zheng Juan's gaze. At the same time, Zheng Juan's hand got under the quilt and held his hand.
Zheng Juan's hands are not big, and the palms are not smooth and delicate, but a bit rough. This is the result of years of hard work.
"Why aren't you sleeping yet?" Zheng Juan's voice was very low.
Wang Zhong lifted the quilt, opened his arms, and pulled Zheng Juan into his arms. Zheng Juan didn't resist and leaned into Wang Zhong's arms. The two embraced each other, with only a thin undershirt between the two hot bodies. Wang Zhongneng could clearly feel that Zheng Juan's hot body was a little stiff, and the temperature seemed to be continuing to rise.
Without even thinking about it, Zheng Juan must have been so embarrassed that she had done something so intimate with her fiancé while her mother and younger brother were right next to her.
"It's nothing, just a little emotional."
"Because of uncle?"
The two of them stayed close together, so as not to disturb Zheng's mother and Guangming, their voices were very low.
Wang Zhong hummed.
"Uncle cares about you too!" Zheng Juan pressed her cheek against Wang Zhong's, put a hand on Wang Zhong's chest, and comforted him softly.
Wang Zhong sighed: "Hey, I know!"
Then he smiled helplessly: "Who said I am not as smart as my brother and sister? When I was a child, I was disobedient and always naughty. When I was a child, among our siblings, I was the only one who was always beaten by him."
"As for Zhou Bingyi and Zhou Rong, the old man didn't even say a harsh word."
Zheng Juan just listened quietly without speaking.
Wang Zhong was still saying: "I can't understand that the old man favors them."
"I just feel a little emotional. The prejudice in this person's heart is like a big mountain. No matter how hard you try, you can't move it."
Although Zheng Juan had not read any books, she still understood Wang Zhong's words. She spread her fingers and slipped through the gaps between Wang Zhong's fingers.
Fingers intertwined.
"We haven't seen you for three years. My uncle's impression of you is still the same as it was three years ago. If we get along with you for a while, uncle will slowly discover your strengths and abilities."
Wang Zhong raised his right hand, caressed Zheng Juan's silky hair, and said with emotion: "Juan'er, being able to marry such a considerate daughter-in-law like you is a blessing that I have cultivated for several lifetimes."
Wang Zhong had several relationships with his girlfriend in his previous life, but they all ended without any illness. After that, he went to work, and his physical examination revealed symptoms and he was hospitalized...
Zheng Juan almost rested on Wang Zhong, and both of them could clearly feel each other's breathing.
At such close contact, Zheng Juan blushed, her cheeks and neck became hot. She pushed Wang Zhong shyly, but Wang Zhong grabbed his hand.
"Don't move. The more I move, the more uncomfortable I will feel. Just wait a while and it will be fine." Zheng Juan, who had never heard of this, was so frightened that she froze.
Wang Zhong gently stroked her head and said softly: "Don't worry, Auntie and Guangming are still around."
Zheng Juan's face was red and hot, like a monkey's butt, her head was buried in Wang Zhong's chest and she didn't dare to expose it.
