Luo Xiaoyan glanced at Feng Zhijun, a hint of shyness flashed across her face.
Speaking of which, I really have to thank Yang Lina.
When Yang Lina took Kong Xiulan back to school, she met Feng Zhijun. After a few words, Feng Zhijun calmed down and thought a lot.
In fact, Luo Xiaoyan is a very kind person. Since she stopped going home, she seems to have changed. She doesn't cry or make troubles. She takes care of her children patiently and goes to work in a brick and tile factory.
He has never taken the initiative to understand these,
One day later, he took advantage of the holiday to go home once. When Luo Xiaoyan was leaving work at the brick and tile factory, she went back with the people in the village at night.
That day, his mother rolled out white noodles for herself and left a bowl for Luo Xiaoyan.
When his mother was putting noodles into the pot, Feng Zhijun didn't know when Luo Xiaoyan would come home, but he still wanted to remind his mother that Luo Xiaoyan never eats soft soaked noodles.
He was afraid that he would be scolded if he said these words, so he swallowed them as soon as they came to his lips.
He thought that when Luo Xiaoyan came back, they would quarrel over a bowl of limp noodles. Before Feng Zhijun waited for Luo Xiaoyan to come back, he couldn't help but want to go back to the county town while it was dark.
But he still wanted to stay with his son for a while.
When Luo Xiaoyan came back, it was completely dark.
As soon as she walked in, she didn't even notice Feng Zhijun in the room. Feng Zhijun deliberately avoided her and didn't come out to say hello.
Luo Xiaoyan didn't bother to wash her hands, and opened the door directly into the kitchen. She saw a bowl of white noodles on the chopping board. She poured the noodles into a basin, poured some boiled water into it, and used chopsticks to cut the noodles into small pieces.
After eating it, he washed his face and feet in the yard.
When she entered the house, she was stunned when she saw Feng Zhijun holding his sleeping son.
It seemed like she hadn't seen Feng Zhijun for half a year.
She thought he would never come back.
Feng Zhijun thought Luo Xiaoyan would quarrel with him, but Luo Xiaoyan just glanced at him lightly, took the child from Feng Zhijun's arms skillfully, then quickly climbed onto the kang, put the child down, and tucked the child into a quilt.
"When did you come back?"
Luo Xiaoyan asked proactively.
Feng Zhijun saw that Luo Xiaoyan's attitude was different from what he imagined, and he was suddenly surprised.
"I'll be back in the afternoon."
"Oh, the child is asleep, then you should go to bed early."
Luo Xiaoyan knew that Feng Zhijun hated her, and she was too lazy to communicate with him.
She had been working hard all day, and now she was thinking about going to bed early and getting up early with her children, and going to the brick and tile factory as usual tomorrow morning.
Luo Xiaoyan said, then pulled back the quilt and got down.
Feng Zhijun was caught off guard. They have been in a cold war for almost two years, and the gap between the two has not been cleared up yet.
Two years ago, after Luo Xiaoyan had trouble with Yang Lina's family, Feng Zhijun came back that day and separated from Luo Xiaoyan.
Thinking of these, Feng Zhijun's mind suddenly became confused.
Once he got angry, it lasted for two years.
In the past two years, although this woman has become thinner than before, her temperament has also become much more restrained.
If she had served the bowl of rice tonight, she would have been making a fuss for a long time.
"Okay, you've been tired for a long day, so you should go to bed early."
Feng Zhijun said and turned on the light.
Luo Xiaoyan looked at the dark room and swallowed silently.
She almost forgot that she was actually a woman with a husband.
That night, Feng Zhijun thought a lot. In fact, he was mostly responsible for what happened in the past.
If he hadn't been thinking about getting close to Li Jingxuan and trying to please Yang Lina, the relationship between the two of them wouldn't be like this.
Feng Zhijun felt so regretful that he sat in front of the window one night and stared at the room opposite where Luo Xiaoyan slept.
In the early morning, Feng Zhijun heard rustling in the yard. He thought there was a burglar in his house, but when he jumped into the yard, he saw that Luo Xiaoyan was already carrying a hoe and was ready to go to the ground.
"What are you doing so early?"
Feng Zhijun was confused, and Luo Xiaoyan had no intention of hiding it from him.
"Go to work in the brick and tile factory in the next village."
Luo Xiaoyan answered simply and neatly, without explaining much, and left immediately after speaking.
"Don't go. Hard work is not for women. When your son grows up, you should follow me into the city."
When you go to the city, you take care of your children and I will teach you."
Feng Zhijun spoke a little hastily, Luo Xiaoyan paused, but she did not look back.
Because she didn't know whether to believe Feng Zhijun.
Luo Xiaoyan left, and after dawn Feng Zhijun also left.
But Feng Zhijun was unwilling to give in. After all, Luo Xiaoyan had made many changes. He was the one who was wrong in that matter, and he should bow his head.
After Feng Zhijun figured it out, he went home every Friday afternoon from here on.
He took the initiative to move the mattress and quilt that he had moved into another room into Luo Xiaoyan's house. Luo Xiaoyan saw it and wanted to move over, but was stopped by Feng Zhijun.
Feng Zhijun said: "Xiaoyan, what happened in the past is in the past. Even if we don't think about ourselves, we still have to think about our son, right?
Let’s live a good life.”
Feng Zhijun wanted to talk about what happened in the past, but after thinking about it, he decided to keep it in his heart.
Luo Xiaoyan also thought that if they really divorced, it would be difficult for her to marry with children. Without children, she would go crazy thinking about them.
After much thought, I decided to make do with it for the sake of my children.
After making do, Luo Xiaoyan discovered that Feng Zhijun had really changed a lot.
The relationship between the two has become closer and closer than before.
Some time ago, after the Li Jingming Brick and Tile Factory was on holiday, Luo Xiaoyan discussed with Feng Zhijun whether to take advantage of the crowds at the end of the year and sell cold skins at the farmer's market for a few days to earn some money during the New Year.
Luo Xiaoyan thought Feng Zhijun wanted to think about it, but who knew that not only did he not object, he agreed on the spot, and he also acted very positively.
No, the couple appeared together at the farmer's market.
Hearing Yang Lina's words of envy for them, the expression on Luo Xiaoyan's face paused, and a trace of sadness flashed across her face, which made Yang Lina feel confused in her heart.
"Hey, there is nothing to envy. We are all rough people. This kind of ordinary life is quite good for us."
Luo Xiaoyan smiled, and Feng Zhijun quickly brought some stools to Yang Lina.
Luo Xiaoyan raised her head and glanced at Yang Lina, looking like she was hesitant to speak.
Yang Lina couldn't help but ask: "Do you have anything to say to me?"
Luo Xiaoyan shook her head in panic, bit her lip, and handed the cold skin to Yang Lina.
"No, no, just looking at your big belly, you should be giving birth soon.
I...I just want to say, no matter what happens, you must be strong."
Yang Lina giggled, thinking that Luo Xiaoyan must be so embarrassed after not seeing her for a long time.
"That's necessary. You can take this money, no more than three yuan."
As Yang Lina said this, she took out three yuan from her bag and put it into the wallet on Luo Xiaoyan's apron.