Chapter 68 Mom is Angry

Shen Lingning responded vaguely, walked naturally to the washbasin rack in the corner, and scooped some cold water to wash his hands.

The cold water rushed over my hands, washing away the traces of grass and dirt, and also taking away a trace of the cool air from outside.

She shook off the water droplets on her hands and walked back to the kang.

Zhou Weiguo sniffed. Besides the scent of cool water, there seemed to be a faint lingering scent of grass and damp earth from the yard outside.

Very faint, but there.

He looked at her calm and even innocent face again. The moonlight filtered through the window paper, casting a soft outline on her face.

He was silent for a few seconds, and finally suppressed the doubts in his heart.

Maybe, I really am overthinking it.

She just stayed away a little longer.

Shen Lingning lifted the quilt and lay down, feeling slightly cool from the night dew.

Zhou Weiguo stretched out his uninjured right arm and gently held her in his arms.

Their skin touched, transmitting each other's body temperature. Shen Lingning's body stiffened slightly for a moment, then relaxed. She buried her face in his solid chest, listening to his steady and strong heartbeat.

In the darkness, neither of them spoke anymore. There was only the sound of their intertwined breathing and the occasional chirping of insects outside the window.

A complex emotion of surviving a disaster and regaining what was lost flows in silent tenderness.

Zhou Weiguo carefully avoided the injury on his left arm, but the dull pain under the bandage during the movement still made him frown slightly.

The next morning, it was just dawn.

Li Hongmei rubbed her sleepy eyes, slipped on her old cloth shoes, carried a heavy wooden chamber pot, pushed open the door of her yard with a gloomy face, and prepared to go to the public toilet at the entrance of the alley to empty it.

“Squeak—”

As soon as the gate was opened a crack, a large mass of wet, cold and slippery things, emitting a strong stench of rotten leaves and mud, fell from above the door lintel without warning!

"Pah!"

It hit her freshly combed hair!

Part of it even slid down her neck and into her collar!

"vomit--!"

Li Hongmei was instantly nauseated by the cold and slippery touch and the pungent stench!

Her stomach churned, and she bent over and retched, tears and snot streaming down her face!

The urine bucket fell to the ground with a clang, filth spilled all over the floor, and the stench was overwhelming!

"Why are you howling so early in the morning?!"

Wang Tiezhu rushed out of the house cursing.

He received "special care" from Zhou Weiguo last night, and his whole body felt like it was falling apart from training. At this moment, his face was ashen, and he was about to grit his teeth and run the fatal ten-kilometer extra training.

As soon as he went out, he saw his wife with a head full of rotten moss and mud, leaning against the door frame and vomiting violently. The ground was a mess and the stench was overwhelming!

"You're a loser woman! You can't even hold a piss bucket! And you're wearing this?! It's bad luck!"

Wang Tiezhu was already full of anger and had nowhere to vent it, and seeing this scene only added fuel to the fire, and he started cursing!

The saliva almost sprayed onto Li Hongmei's face.

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At this time, Zhou Weiguo was coming back from outside.

He went to the training ground before dawn, watched Wang Tiezhu and Liu Qianjin run ten kilometers, and then "added" half an hour of crawling.

Sweat soaked through his old military uniform on his back, clinging tightly to his body. The edge of the bandage on his left arm was suddenly stained with a glaring, fresh dark red! The wound had obviously been torn open again due to the violent movement!

As soon as he walked into his own yard, he heard Wang Tiezhu's angry curses and Li Hongmei's crying and vomiting next door.

He walked straight towards his door without even frowning.

Shen Lingning was preparing breakfast in the kitchen when she heard the noise and came out. She saw the glaring bloodstains on Zhou Weiguo's left arm bandage at a glance! The calmness on her face shattered instantly, and the ladle in her hand fell into the pot with a clang!

"Zhou Weiguo!"

She rushed to him in a few steps, her voice trembling slightly with anger and heartache, and pointed her finger at his bleeding bandage.

Her fingertips almost stabbed his chest, "Your arm! The wound! What have you been doing again?! Are you trying to kill yourself?!"

Zhou Weiguo was speechless when he saw Shen Lingning's face flushed with anger and the tears in his eyes.

It is common for them to get injured during training and missions, and they are used to it.

The sting of the wound was even clearer under the angry gaze, and seeing Shen Lingning worried about him, he didn’t know what was going on.

He felt a little happy. What happened?

Wang Tiezhu's angry curses and Li Hongmei's wailing continued next door, like a harsh background sound.

Shen Lingning's gaze slowly moved from Zhou Weiguo's bleeding wound to the wall of the next courtyard, his eyes as cold as frost.

She turned abruptly and rushed back to the kitchen. The crackling sound of the burning firewood in the stove suddenly became violent, as if venting the owner's anger that had nowhere to go.

Even Fubao in the stroller next to them pouted and looked at Zhou Weiguo, making wacky noises to express his dissatisfaction. This father is too worrying.

Zhou Weiguo stood there, the wound on his left arm was burning with pain.

He bared his teeth, squatted down, held Fubao's little fleshy hand, and shook it, saying in a hoarse voice: "What should I do? Fubao, Daddy has offended Mommy."

Ever since Fubao called him "baba", he took it for granted to call them "dad and mom" according to the Shanghainese way.

Looking at Fubao's confused look, he whispered again: "Fubao, Mommy is angry because she cares about Daddy, right? Hehe."

Fubao rolled her eyes in disgust. Her father was not worthy of her mother at all.

Not only is he a straight man, he's also a bit silly.

Oh, forget it, it’s too late to change dad now.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening, in front of the kerosene lamp in the bedroom.

Shen Lingning was carefully changing the dressing on Zhou Weiguo's left arm wound.

He removed the old bandage stained with dark brown blood, revealing a hideous wound with stitches underneath.

The edges of the wound were a little red and swollen, and some of the sutures had broken slightly due to the intense movements during the day, oozing out a few drops of bright red blood.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant and a faint smell of blood.

"hiss……"

When the cotton ball dipped in medicine wiped the edge of the split wound, Zhou Weiguo couldn't help but groan. Fine cold sweat instantly seeped out of his forehead and his muscles tensed up.

But he gritted his teeth and said nothing, his jawline as tight as iron.

Shen Lingning paused, she looked at the bleeding wound, then raised her head to look at Zhou Weiguo who was enduring the pain but still had an expression of "it's okay", a nameless anger suddenly rushed up from the bottom of her heart!

"It's okay? You call it okay?!"

Shen Lingning's voice suddenly rose, filled with uncontrollable anger, like a taut string suddenly breaking!

She threw the blood-stained cotton ball into the enamel tray next to her with a "pop" sound, making a crisp impact.

"Zhou Weiguo! Do you think you're made of iron? You're still holding on even though your wounds are broken! Weren't you so strong when you hugged me during the day? Weren't you so full of energy when you spoke to Section Chief Wang? Do you feel the pain now?!"

She asked questions like a machine gun, her chest heaving violently, but her eyes turned red uncontrollably.

This anger was not only caused by the wound, but also by the worries, fears and grievances that had been accumulated for a year, which found an outlet at this moment.