Chapter 4 Zhou Yong, Don’t, Don’t…
Li Baotian was so focused on talking to Zhou Yong that he sprained his ankle.
He hissed in pain and sat down on the ground with one leg hunched. Zhou Yong hurried to check his injuries.
My ankle was sprained pretty badly and it became quite swollen in an instant.
Zhang Guifang complained a few words to Li Baotian, and Li Caiyun pulled her mother, telling her to stop.
Li Baotian lowered his head to check his ankle injury and replied without thinking: "Are you still nagging me?"
Zhang Guifang turned her head and looked aside without saying anything. Zhou Yong saw this and said, "Dad, I'll carry you home."
Li Baotian raised his head slightly and waved his hand: "No, Dad can walk back slowly after taking a rest."
Although he was not fat, he weighed about 140 to 150 kilograms. His home was still two or three miles away, and Li Baotian could not bear to let Zhou Yong carry him home.
Zhou Yong instantly understood what his father-in-law was thinking. He lowered his rolled-up trouser legs for Li Baotian and said with a smile, "Dad, don't look at me as skinny. I'm as strong as an ox. It won't be a problem for me to carry you home."
He is 1.88 meters tall and weighs only over 130 kilograms. Normally, Li Baotian and his wife are reluctant to let their son-in-law do physical work, for fear of tiring Zhou Yong.
Li Baotian smiled and said, "Don't show off in front of Dad."
He watched Zhou Yong grow up. He was in poor health when he was young and always looked sickly when he was a teenager. If Grandpa Zhou had not kept this grandson by his side when he was still alive, he would probably not have survived.
Zhou Yong looked at his father-in-law and his eyes became moist.
"Dad, I'm not showing off. I can carry you home."
Zhang Guifang looked disapproving. She said, "Zhou Yong, your father just sprained his ankle. It's no big deal. Just take a rest and walk home slowly. You don't have to carry him home..."
The old couple has only one daughter, and they treat their son-in-law like their own son.
How does Zhou Yong feel?
I feel so sad.
He raised his head to force back the tears that were about to overflow, wiped his eye sockets roughly, and his smile was slightly bitter.
Zhou Yong took a deep breath and adjusted his mentality. He turned his back to Li Baotian and said, "Dad, I'll carry you home."
Li Baotian looked at Zhou Yong's back and smiled silently.
He patted his son-in-law on the back, put one hand on the ground, and stood up.
"Dad is fine, let's go home!"
Li Baotian limped forward, and Zhou Yong stepped forward and carried his father-in-law on his back without saying a word.
"You kid."
Zhou Yong looked at the night road ahead and said, "Dad, let's go home."
Home is the harbor he has always longed for, but no matter how rich he was, he always felt like a homeless child.
Li Baotian responded with a smile, not understanding the real meaning of going home that Zhou Yong mentioned.
Zhou Yong used to only regard the Li family as a place to live, but now he has a sense of belonging to that home.
"Zhou Yong, if you are tired, put dad down."
Li Baotian gave a warning, and Zhang Guifang curled her lips: "Hurry up and get off. Zhou Yong is so thin. He must be exhausted to carry you home..."
Li Caiyun bit her lip. She felt sorry for her father and even more sorry for her man. From her point of view, the best attitude at this moment was to remain silent.
Zhou Yong smiled and took over his mother-in-law's words: "Mom, I am a grown man after all, not made of paper. Besides, my dad is not heavy..."
Zhang Guifang frowned and shook her head: "You can carry him on your back, but you are not allowed to show off. If you can't carry him, put him down and let him walk back by himself. It's his fault for being so careless. He deserves to sprain his ankle..."
Li Baotian couldn't stand it anymore. He lay on Zhou Yong's back and said, "Mother of my child, it's fine if you don't care about me when my ankle is so sprained, but why are you still criticizing me? How can there be such a person as you..."
The old couple bickered as they walked, which made Zhou Yong grin and made Li Caiyun feel a little amused.
The couple kept talking all the way. When they got home, Li Baotian's ankle was swollen like a rice bowl.
Zhang Guifang got some wine and argued with Li Baotian, but her hands were never idle.
"Be gentle, it hurts me so much."
"It hurts? I'll see if you'll learn this lesson from this."
Li Baotian grimaced in pain, while Zhang Guifang used wine to rub her husband's swollen ankle, and her actions were not ambiguous at all.
Zhou Yong saw everything and the corners of his mouth twitched.
If you didn't know the truth, you would have thought that the couple had some deep hatred for each other!
Don’t you know that this is how they get along as a couple? Although they quarrel from time to time, they are very loving.
Zhou Yong couldn't help but show envy. He glanced at Li Caiyun who was busying around and felt anticipation for his future life.
"Be gentle, you want to kill me, right?"
"You still have the nerve to cry out in pain?"
Li Baotian frowned: "Are you trying to murder your husband?"
Zhang Guifang glared at the outspoken Li Baotian, then turned to Li Caiyun and Zhou Yong and said in a friendly manner, "You two should go back to your room and have some rest!"
Li Caiyun glanced at her father and said, "Mom, do we need to call a doctor for my dad's condition?"
Without waiting for Zhang Guifang to respond, Li Baotian said, "Dad is not that delicate. It's just a sprained ankle. It's not a fatal injury..."
Zhang Guifang echoed a few words, and Li Caiyun felt a little worried. Seeing this, Zhou Yong pulled his young wife over.
Li Baotian's injury looked very serious, but Zhou Yong checked and found that there was no bone injury, just a sprained tendon. He was told not to do physical work and move less in the next few days, and he would be fine after resting for a few days.
Li Caiyun left the east room, looking back every few steps, and Zhou Yong went into the west room and lit the kerosene lamp.
"Dad's foot injury is pretty serious. Can we not see a doctor?"
Zhou Yong looked at the small home where he had lived for three years, and a warm and friendly feeling surged in his heart.
He turned around and hugged Li Caiyun, saying in a low voice: "Dad didn't break any bones, just a sprained tendon, don't worry."
As soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't wait to kiss his young wife, which shocked Li Caiyun so much that she couldn't react.
Zhou Yong kissed Li Caiyun and locked the door.
Li Caiyun had difficulty breathing due to the kiss. She felt a pair of large hands wandering on her body, and she immediately opened her eyes.
She looked at Zhou Yong who was kissing her with his eyes closed, her heart pounding and her mood was very complicated.
Zhou Yong noticed that she opened her eyes, and he slowly opened his eyes as well.
When their eyes met, Li Caiyun could hardly hide the love in her eyes.
Zhou Yong held her tightly in his arms and spoke gently, "Wife, you are so beautiful."
Li Caiyun was the beauty of Huaixi Village. Many young men pursued her openly or secretly back then, but she fell in love with Zhou Yong.
There is no woman who does not like to hear sweet words, especially when the person saying them is someone she likes.
Li Caiyun blushed and bit her lips, and Zhou Yong could no longer hold back.
He lowered his head and slowly kissed his young wife, fearing that his haste would scare her.
"Zhou Yong, don't, don't..."
Li Caiyun finally came to her senses. Facing the passionate Zhou Yong, she blushed with embarrassment.
Zhou Yongqi panted and pushed Li Caiyun against the door: "Is it not possible?"
If she didn't want to, Zhou Yong would never force her.
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