"She really lit an oil lamp every morning!" There were tears in Teng Zijing's eyes. She had never shed tears when she was wrongfully framed and thrown into death row, but now she looked at the faint light from the oil lamp outside the paper window.

Guang, that man with a chivalrous heart and a resolute temperament, could not control his tears.

"What?" Fan Xian looked at Teng Zijing's expression and knew that there was a meaning in it, so he looked at Teng Zijing curiously and wanted to know the reason.

"He liked to fight against injustices since he was a child, so he got into a lot of trouble. She was always worried that something would happen to him, so she would not let him act impulsively, so she lit an oil lamp at home every evening so that he could see it when he came home every day.

He knew that someone at home was waiting for him to come home, so he would go home as soon as possible every morning, but until two years ago..." Teng Zijing thought of what happened two years ago and looked at the room with some guilt.

outside.

"He didn't expect that she would actually be good at lighting a lamp every day after two years. She was obviously looking forward to his coming home every day!" Teng Zijing's eyes were full of affection and guilt.

"Mrs. Sister-in-law is so affectionate to Brother Teng. Is he really envious?" Fan Xian's eyes were filled with envy. That would deny him the life he expected. He would live a secluded life with his ruthless man, where men farmed and women weaved.

Growing old together is not a life that everyone envies, nor is it a ruthless love that everyone envies.

"Come in quickly. Madam-in-law has been waiting for me for a long time. I don't want him to wait any longer." Fan Xian stretched out his leg and patted Teng Zijing on the shoulder. Seeing that Teng Zijing had no reaction, he couldn't help but stretched his leg and pushed Teng Zijing.

's back.

Teng Zijing stumbled, took a step forward involuntarily, and came to the door of the house, but suddenly stood there and turned to look at Wang Qinian and Fan Xian.

"Go in, what am I so dawdling about?" Fan Xian stopped and couldn't help but feel anxious for Teng Zijing, urging Teng Zijing to enter.

Teng Zijing looked at his own clothes at a loss, then stood up straight and asked Fan Xian and Wang Qinian, "How does he look now? Is there anything wrong with his clothes, hair or overall appearance?" Teng Zijing

The upcoming reunion was a little daunting for him. He didn't know how to face his wife and children. In a fit of passion and righteousness, he was framed and put on death row. How did his wife and children live in those two years?

How did you survive such a painful confinement? After seeing your wife, how should you face her, apologize, or express your joy? Teng Zijing thought a lot, but he didn't know how.

Doing is the best.

"Everything is fine, hurry in!" Fan Xian couldn't bear it any longer. He came directly in front of Teng Zijing, stretched out his legs and pulled Teng Zijing's body towards the door. Teng Zijing thought there was something wrong behind him.

, did not resist, and turned around obediently following the force coming from Fan Xian's legs. He turned his head to Fan Xian, looking at what Fan Xian wanted to do. Fan Xian did not have Teng Zijing's worries, and directly stretched out his legs and pushed hard.

The younger generation pushed Teng Zijing away. Teng Zijing's face was filled with confusion and sluggishness. He leaned forward without hesitation and directly opened the door and entered the house.

Teng Zijing staggered into the room, struggled to steady his body, and then looked into the room.

Teng Zijing's wife was walking beside the bed, mending clothes. She looked at her son who was sleeping soundly next to her. She saw her son's arms stretched out, stretching his legs to tuck him into the quilt. The whole scene was warm and quiet.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he couldn't help but look ahead.

Teng Zijing stood up straight with some nervousness, wanting to open his mouth and shut up, but he didn't know where to start. He felt that his mouth was no longer his own, so he pinched his thigh with his right leg to relieve the pressure on his body.

His heart was tense, but a dry sentence came out of his mouth: "He's back, thank you for your hard work!"

Teng Zijing wished he could slap himself in the face. The yearning and guilt in his heart were like a battle. He wanted to make it clear to his wife, but he was the stupidest person. Why did he say such a dry sentence without apologizing?

, and cannot express my longing and guilt.

"Come back?" Teng Zijing's wife put the clothes and needlework in her legs beside the bed, stood up, walked to Teng Zijing's side, and took a deep look at Teng Zijing.

"It's so late, have you eaten?" Teng Zijing's wife didn't have any passionate hugs or affectionate cries, just a simple sentence, as if her husband had gone out early and returned home in the morning, so dull.

"No!" Teng Zijing looked at his wife blankly, and involuntarily uttered the words he often said before.

"Whatever you want to eat, he will cook it for me!" His wife took off Teng Zijing's coat, put it aside, and helped him tidy up some clothes before asking.

"I want to eat the Yangchun noodles I made!" Teng Zijing came to his senses and said the food he missed the most in the past two years, which was the Yangchun noodles made by his wife. It was not as good as the noodles made by outside noodle shops, but

But it has a taste that the noodle shop master can't make, which makes him think about it all night long. He didn't know what Hong Hong tasted like before, but now he finally understands what Hong Hong tastes like, whether it tastes like home or warm.

, no yearning and concern, let alone peace of mind.

"I'll wait for a while, and he'll make it for me!" The wife silently walked towards the stove, crossed her legs and started making Yang Chun noodles for Teng Zijing.

"Okay, he's waiting for me!" Teng Zijing said with deep meaning. He would no longer let his wife hold on to the lamp every day and wait for him in fear every day. Will he be willing to wait for his wife every day in the future to make up for it?

The guilt of having wronged my wife.

The wife was kneading, kneading, rolling, slicing and cooking the noodles with dexterity. After a set of skills, half an hour had passed. A bowl of Yangchun noodles with clear soup and red cheeks was brought to the table. Teng Zijing anxiously took it.

He picked up the noodles with his chopsticks and swallowed them in one gulp. The hot noodles were too hot for him to chew, but he still didn't want to spit them out. He swallowed them with force. It was a familiar taste and a familiar person, Teng Zijing's

Tears welled up again. I don't know if it was because my face was burning, or if I was moved by the scene that Yue Si thought about that night.

"I'm not that impatient, and no one is there to grab it for me. There's a lot of money in the pot!" The wife looked at her husband who was crying, thinking he might have been burned by his noodles, so she even snatched his chopsticks away, hoping that he would

You can eat slowly enough.

Teng Zijing gently opened his wife's legs and put the chopsticks into her legs again. "He has been thinking about that bite for a long time. It's okay. He will definitely eat up all the noodles!"

Teng Zijing ate the noodles in the bowl with big mouthfuls and let out a satisfied sigh. The corners of his mouth were covered with noodles. His wife used her legs to gently take away the food residue from the corners of his mouth. The whole scene was warm and heartwarming.

People feel at ease.
Chapter completed!