Chapter 205: Destroying the House, Breaking Up, and Severing Relationships
Luo Xinxin was at home with Mrs. Liu, winding wool. She bought a lot of wool in Hong Kong Island and gave a few kilograms to Mrs. Liu. Nowadays, wool, like cloth, is a precious thing.
A family could only receive one kilogram of wool coupons a year, but one kilogram of wool was not enough to knit an adult sweater, so sweaters were extremely important fixed assets in that era.
Adults would take apart their old sweaters, boil them in boiling water, dry them in the sun, and then add some new wool to knit a new sweater. That’s why you often see a sweater with several colors on it, which were all knitted by capable housewives by piecing together different colors.
The Liu family also needed wool. Mrs. Liu loved these kiln yarn so much that she quickly made a decision to knit sweaters for Li Rong and Luo Xinxin first, and then knit the rest for Professor Liu.
Luo Xinxin refused, and her reason was very good: "I asked my nanny to weave, so I have to find something for her to do, otherwise she will make mistakes easily if she is idle."
Mrs. Liu believed it, so she wove it for Li Rong first, then for her husband, and then for herself.
Luo Xinxin was holding the yarn in her hands, Mrs. Liu was winding the ball of yarn, and Professor Liu was reading a book with a blanket covering his legs because his knees couldn't stand the cold.
"I wonder if Arong has had a quarrel with his family?"
Mrs. Liu looked out the window from time to time. She was worried that Li Rong was arguing with his family. They always quarreled when she went back home.
"It's okay to argue, he won't suffer any loss anyway."
Luo Xinxin was not worried at all. Even if all the people in the Li family were combined, they could not defeat Li Rong.
"That's right, you just like to worry!"
Professor Liu agreed and said that he was not worried because A Rong was not someone who would suffer any loss.
"You think I'm worrying too much? Then I won't knit you a sweater anymore. You can just wear my old sweater!"
Mrs. Liu spoke in an angry tone.
"I have a sweater, you knit it for yourself."
Professor Liu never thought about wearing a new sweater. He was a man, so it was okay for him to wear old clothes. His wife hadn't bought him new clothes for several years.
Mrs. Liu smiled and decided to knit for her husband first. She also wanted to knit a pair of knee pads and gloves so that her husband's hands would not get cold when reading in winter.
Luo Xinxin looked at them with some longing. Mrs. Liu and her husband had a very good relationship. From her impression, the old couple seemed to have never argued or gotten angry. Their emotions were very stable. No wonder the Liu family's children were all so successful and filial.
She suddenly thought of her married life with Li Rong. It was impossible for them not to have arguments. In fact, to be honest, their emotions were very stable and they were always bickering.
A strong aroma of roasted sweet potatoes wafted over. Luo Xinxin sniffed hard a few times, and her saliva suddenly came out. On a cold winter night, being able to eat a piece of hot roasted sweet potato is definitely the happiest thing in the world!
"Li Rong is back!"
Luo Xinxin was very excited. If she didn't have wool in her hands, she would definitely go out to welcome the roasted sweet potatoes.
"I'm back, let's eat roasted sweet potatoes."
Li Rong pushed open the door, holding a roasted sweet potato wrapped in newspaper in his other hand.
On the way, he smelled the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes wafting from the alley, so he bought a few and brought them back for a midnight snack.
"Eat the sweet potatoes first, then you can wind the yarn!"
Just as she finished winding the wool in her hands, Luo Xinxin jumped up and happily went to get the roasted sweet potatoes.
She first handed one to Professor Liu, then to Mrs. Liu, and then ate it herself. Soon, the house was filled with the sweet aroma of roasted sweet potatoes.
"How did your parents react? Did they scold you?"
Luo Xinxin ate half a sweet potato in one breath before she remembered to ask the Li family's reaction.
“They haven’t accepted the truth yet.”
Li Rong had a sarcastic look on his face. Until now, his parents still didn't take his words seriously and thought he was joking.
It doesn't matter. Once the document comes down classifying them as a "walking school", they will take it seriously.
Mrs. Liu frowned when she heard this. She thought the two children were joking, but she didn't expect that A Rong actually wanted to make his mother a walker. Isn't this child destroying his own future?
"Arong, your mother has become a walker, and you will also be affected in the army." She reminded him.
"It's okay if we break up."
Li Rong said indifferently that family members without feelings should have broken off long ago.
Mrs. Liu raised him since he was a child and knew him very well. She knew that he had made up his mind and even ten oxen could not pull him back. She sighed lightly and said nothing.
Everything has its cause and effect. If Li Zongping and Lu Qiufang had cared more about A Rong, things wouldn't have come to this.
"Arong, open the door!"
There was a knock on the door outside, and Li Zongping's voice was heard.
Li Rong opened the door and led Li Zongping into the house.
Mrs. Liu was about to make tea, but Luo Xinxin stopped her, "You won't be sitting here for long. There's no need to waste tea leaves."
Li Zongping is of medium height and quite handsome, but since he became the factory director, he has changed from a handsome uncle to a middle-aged greasy man like a balloon, and he even has a pot belly which is extremely rare in this era.
"Professor Liu, Mrs. Liu, sorry to bother you."
Li Zongping greeted politely.
Professor Liu and Mrs. Liu nodded slightly, their attitudes were not enthusiastic. Li Zongping was a smiling tiger. He was polite on the surface, but secretly encouraged Lu Qiufang to make trouble. He was very insidious.
Li Zongping glanced at Luo Xinxin and immediately understood. No wonder his youngest son insisted on marrying this girl from the Luo family. She was so beautiful, which man could resist her?
But he would definitely object. Marrying someone with good posture would affect his future. His youngest son was young and ignorant, so as a father he would definitely have to keep a close eye on him.
But the most urgent task now is to reconcile the mother and son.
He said to Li Rong, "Your mother has a sharp tongue, but she loves you deeply. You are her flesh and blood, how could she not love you?"
"Then how do you say she loves me?" Li Rong asked back.
Li Zongping opened his mouth and suddenly became speechless.
He thought about it for a long time, but couldn't think of anything Lu Qiufang had done to show her love for her youngest son. For example, Lu Qiufang knew the dishes that her eldest and second sons liked to eat, but she didn't know what her youngest son liked.
Every year on their birthdays, the eldest and second sons can eat the longevity noodles cooked by Lu Qiufang herself, but the youngest son has never eaten it.
The eldest and second sons had both worn the new clothes made by Lu Qiufang, but the youngest son had never worn one.
He heard his youngest son's mocking laughter, his face burning, and he felt even more resentful towards Lu Qiufang.
It's all this stupid woman's fault. This marriage must end!
He couldn't let this stupid woman affect the relationship between him and his youngest son.
"Arong, home will always be your home, and dad will always be your dad. No matter what, we are all family. You can't write two words for Li with one stroke, don't you agree?"
Li Zongping stopped trying to persuade her and started to speak emotionally. When he got to the emotional part, his eyes turned red.
"I can't even write a single word of Li. Go back. I want to sleep."
Li Rong didn't want to listen to his nonsense and pushed him out without any courtesy.
"Arong, I haven't finished yet, please listen to me..."
Before Li Zongping could finish his words, the person had already gone outside, and Li Rong closed the door mercilessly.
The cold wind blew over, and he couldn't help but shrink his neck. He looked at the closed door and felt bad.
If it weren’t for that idiot Lu Qiufang, would the youngest son be so estranged from him?
Damn it, we’re getting divorced tomorrow!
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