In order to verify what he thought, Chu Yanyan picked up his fishing rod and walked towards Shen Qihe, exchanging positions with Shen Qihe.
Shen Qihe walked away readily.
After putting the fishing rod in place, Chu Yanyan looked at the fish in Shen Qihe's bucket, and even ignored the fishing rod, squatting aside and poking it with his fingers.
Seeing him like this, Shen Qihe didn't call Chu Yanyan. Let the other party do whatever he wants. Anyway, he didn't expect this little fool to catch any fish.
As time passed, the dazzling sunset gradually faded and the color became lighter. The purple-red turned into deep red, the deep red turned into orange-red, and the orange-red turned into light red, and finally disappeared, replaced by gray clouds.
The road was quiet, the sound of frogs rang out in the green fields, crows began to croak, and unknown insects were cuckooing.
Shen Qihe packed up his fishing rod, picked a taro leaf by the river and covered the small wooden barrel with it, then picked up the sleeping boy and walked towards home with his things.
Finally, when it was about to get dark, Shen Qihe came back. He was not in a hurry to go home, but walked to Chu Yanyan's house, pushed open the wooden door, and walked in slowly. He put the fishing rod and the bucket on the ground, and then walked in.
Incandescent lamps had been installed in the room, and bright light was now shining from inside the room.
"Grandma Chu." When Shen Qihe walked in, he saw Grandma Chu lying on a reclining chair to rest. She was holding a palm-leaf fan in her hand, her fingers were waving, and her eyes were half-closed.
Hearing Shen Qihe's cry, Grandma Chu slowly opened her eyes and turned to look at them. She saw Shen Qihe carrying Chu Yanyan on his back. She put down the palm-leaf fan, quickly got off the recliner, looked at her grandson's sleeping face, and said softly, "Yanyan is asleep. Carry him into the room first."
"good."
Shen Qihe carried Chu Yanyan into the room, and Grandma Chu picked up the palm-leaf fan and followed.
After putting the person on the mat, Shen Qihe looked at Grandma Chu behind him, walked out of the room, and said: “Grandma Chu, I will go home to clean the fish first, and bring it over when I’m done.”
"Okay, thank you, Xiaohe."
"fine."
After Shen Qihe said goodbye to Grandma Chu, he walked back with the bucket.
Back to my house.
The smile on his face faded.
The aroma of stir-fried vegetables wafted through the room.
"What have you been doing today? You haven't even cooked yet." Chen Yurong was busy, and when she heard the noise, she turned around and glanced at Shen Qihe, then continued to prepare dinner.
"Let's go fishing." Shen Qihe carried the bucket to another corner of the small kitchen and cleaned the palm-sized fish.
Chen Yurong nodded and continued to ask, "Are you going with Yanyan?"
"Yes." Shen Qihe picked up a knife, cut open the fish's belly, and cleaned it.
"Oh." Chen Yurong didn't ask any more questions.
After Chen Yurong fried two small dishes, she placed them on the table. When she bent down to wipe the grease on the kitchen counter, her hair with bangs fell down in a low ponytail, and her thin body looked a little frail.
She looked at her son who was cleaning the fish and said, "I've already cooked the dishes. You don't need to do so much."
Shen Qihe didn't even raise his head: "This is made for Yanyan and Grandma Chu."
Mother Shen’s face showed understanding: “Well, you can bring some freshly fried eggs over later.”
"good."
The atmosphere is exceptionally harmonious.
Chen Yurong sat down wearing an apron. She looked at her son busying around and thought about what happened this morning. She looked dazed.
She didn't know how her son found out about this. When her son discovered her, the emotions that she had suppressed for many years finally got out of control. Looking at the face that was similar to her dead husband, she took out all her resentment on him.
After her son left in anger, she realized that she was too sensitive. Was it her son's fault? No.
The more she thought about it, the more guilty she felt. She felt so sorry for her always sensible son. She didn't even come home for lunch, but instead bought a boxed lunch at the canteen near the factory to fill her stomach.
After turning the fish over several times, Shen Qihe looked at the fish fried golden on both sides in the pan with a spatula, poured water into it, and then covered it with a wooden lid.
He watched the small fire in the stove slowly burn, then turned to see his mother sitting on a stool, still untouched. Looking at her thin back and slightly hunched neck, his heart ached, but he pursed his lips as he spoke, "You eat first."
Chen Yurong's body was stiff and she didn't move.
After a while, she finally said, "Ahe, I didn't betray your father."
A woman's fragile and helpless voice came.
Shen Qihe stopped picking up the dry firewood and paused for a moment before answering, "Yeah, I know."
After the fish soup was cooked, he used a clean white cloth as a filter to separate the meat bones from the fresh white soup. He tasted it with a spoon and found it tasted good.
He poured a bowl and placed it on the table. Then he reached out and gently touched his mother's shoulder with the back of his hand: "Mom, I was too impulsive this morning and made you angry. I'm sorry."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Yurong could no longer hold back and hugged her son, crying bitterly in his arms.
Who knows how hard it is for a lonely woman to raise a baby all by herself?
Shen Qihe didn't say anything else. He stood quietly and was hugged by his mother. He thought about what happened in his previous life. His mother was accidentally hit by an unlicensed car and died tragically. No matter what, he would find out the truth and would not let his mother die for no reason again.
After Chen Yurong cried for five minutes, she let go of Shen Qihe and wiped the tears from her face: "Hurry up and send the fish soup to Grandma Chu's house, don't let Grandma wait anxiously."
As she spoke, she put the already portioned bowl of scrambled eggs into the basket and asked Shen Qihe to carry it over.
"Okay." Shen Qihe put the fish soup into the basket and glanced at the woman behind him before leaving: "Mom, please eat quickly. The food will not taste good if it gets cold."
"Yes, I know. You should go quickly." Chen Yurong said.
Only then did Shen Qihe walk out.
After her son left, Chen Yurong put down her chopsticks and whimpered softly. Then she walked to the faucet, clasped her hands together, scooped up the water, and washed the tears from her face. If she wasn't strong enough, how could she support her son?
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