Chapter 4: The Evil Wife in Period Literature 3
"Tongzi, you didn't choose this world just to heal the psychological trauma I experienced in the apocalypse, did you?" After lunch, Lin Xiang lay comfortably on the bed. Thinking that she no longer had to be on guard against humans, animals, and zombies, she felt a real sense of pleasure and relaxation coming from the depths of her soul.
003 looked at the database and saw that the host's soul value had stabilized. It no longer fluctuated wildly, and sometimes even reached the edge of the warning line.
"Yes, the host's soul was on the verge of disintegration before, so 003 carefully selected this world among the worlds that can be migrated to, to help the host nurture his soul."
Lin Xiang laughed when she heard this. She didn't expect that the system was not as naive as she imagined, and could actually detect the dangerous fluctuations deep in her soul.
However, this world is truly a beautiful place. Unless faced with a life-and-death struggle, human beings will always appear well-dressed and not at all hideous.
Lin Dajun stood in front of the courtyard gate and hesitated for a long time. Thinking of the recent decentralization of the Zhang family and the divorce of his precious daughter, his head was pounding. He wished he could sleep in the unit every day and work overtime whenever he could.
"Dad, why don't you go in?" Lin Weihong, who came home from get off work, was very confused when she saw her father standing at the door for a long time but not going in.
Hey! Startled, Lin Dajun turned around and looked at his eldest son, furious. I can't handle the mother and daughter in the room, but I can't handle you, a little brat?
"Boss, what are you doing sneaking around behind me?" Lin Dajun cursed, spit flying everywhere. "If it were a few years ago, I would have hit you a few times and pushed you to the ground."
Lin Weihong patted his head in a simple and honest manner: "Dad, shouldn't I wait for you to go in before I go in?"
"Hey, who is this big Buddha? Instead of going home after get off work, he is showing off at the door." Fang Yan, who heard the commotion and came out to see what was going on, said in a sinister tone. The old man who did something wrong made my good daughter go through such a thing. I said I would wait and see, but now I have to repay you. Repay you, repay you, why don't you marry into the Zhang family yourself.
His wife's eyes were like two sharp knives. Lin Dajun felt as if his body had been pierced with several holes and was extremely cold.
The scolding attitude he had just had disappeared in an instant, and he walked into the house with a droopy head and a sad look.
Behind him, Lin Weihong followed the scolded father one after the other. The naivety of the two people cannot be said to be exactly the same, but it can be said that they are very similar.
Lin Xiang moved a small stool and sat under the osmanthus tree, watching the geese flying south in an orderly manner, and then watching the ants moving on the ground. Oh, it was so boring. But everyone thought she had not yet come to terms with the divorce, and even her two naughty nephews were cautious when facing her, for fear of irritating her.
"Little girl!" Lin Dajun, who saw his daughter from a distance, shouted. Suddenly, as if realizing something, he suppressed his rough voice, smiled, and said in a flattering tone: "Little girl, the weather is really good today. It must be comfortable to be in the sun. Little girl, your skirt is really beautiful... Yeah, your hairstyle is also beautiful..."
"Dad." Lin Xiang stood up and called out obediently, imitating the original owner's tone. Before she could say anything else, she was interrupted.
Noticing that her husband was getting more and more ridiculous, Fang Yan nudged him from behind with her elbow: "Okay, you must be tired after coming back, go wash your face."
"Why am I...tired..." His voice became smaller and smaller under the pressure of Fang Yan's sight. Under the pressure of the old woman, Lin Dajun had to go back to the main house obediently.
Lin Xiang was enjoying the scene of Lin's father being a henpecked husband. The family atmosphere of the original owner was really warm and loving. Although Lin's father looked dignified and serious outside, he was always a slave to his daughter and wife at home.
"Nannan, eat." Lin Weihong looked at his sister who was like white tofu that would break at the touch. Being a tongue-tied person, he said nothing. He just handed her a candied haws that he bought on the way home from get off work.
"Oh, brother, you bought snacks for sister-in-law again." Lin Xiang took the candied haws with a smile and joked.
"Alright, alright, boss. Your family is in the kitchen. Go pack up your clothes, wash your hands, and get ready for dinner." Fang Yan looked at her cheap son's worthless look and thought, it's the Lin family tradition to love their wives.
Fang Shufen, who was in the kitchen and could hear the noise outside, blushed. When she saw Boss Lin coming in, she glared at him and said, "You are so old, yet you are still being laughed at by your sister-in-law. By the way, did you buy the candied haws for your sons?"
Lin Weihong put her things down, washed her hands in the basin, wiped her face, and replied without looking up: "No, I only bought three, one for mom, one for you, and one for my daughter."
Knowing this, Fang Shufen glanced at him sideways. But to be honest, if it weren't for his considerate nature, she would have never liked him because of his ordinary appearance.
Lin Weihong went to the stove to help light the fire and asked, "Where are the two at home?"
"Today, Aunt Fang's family in the alley was having a wedding, and they wanted to invite Grandpa and Grandma to come and calm things down. The two naughty boys came home from school and said they were going to call Grandma, and they haven't come back yet..."
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The sun was setting in the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun covered the small courtyard with a layer of golden gauze, and the fragrance of osmanthus spread in the chilly autumn wind.
The long table under the osmanthus tree was already filled with dishes, and the yam and pork ribs soup in the middle was steaming.
"Hey, brother, can you smell what delicious food our family has prepared?" Lin Aimin, who was almost home, nudged his brother beside him.
Lin Ai Dang sniffed carefully and said, "It must be the pork ribs soup that was simmering on the stove at noon."
As he said this, he turned around and looked at his grandparents behind him, and shouted, "Grandpa and grandma, hurry up, our family has cooked a delicious soup today."
Lin Laogen smiled and said, "Don't worry, your grandfather hasn't come back yet and the soup hasn't been stirred yet." Looking at the two lively great-grandsons in front of him, he could eat two more bowls of rice.
Liu Xiulan also hurriedly shouted: "You two slow down, be careful not to fall."
As he said this, he slowly walked behind the two impatient brothers.
Lin Weiguo rode a 28-inch bicycle, and his wife was sitting in the back seat with her daughter in her arms. From a distance, he saw his eldest brother's two nephews walking home with their grandparents. He pedaled faster and met them at the gate.
Lin Weiguo stopped the car and let his wife and daughter get out. He walked over to his grandma and supported her: "Grandpa, grandma."
Lin Qiaoqiao tied two little red ribbons on her head and ran to her two brothers in a crooked manner: "Hello, brother, hello, grandpa, hello, grandma."
Chu Qing greeted politely while placing her hand next to her daughter.
The two brothers, who had been noisy at first, were inexplicably frightened by their friendly uncle, and immediately became as quiet as chickens, following their smiling grandma into the yard.
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