Chapter 250
"Shall I show you upstairs?" Lei Tingjun asked.
“Okay.” Ji Wanmei was quite curious about everything in his home.
When Lei Tingjun walked to the front room, he pointed to a wooden horse placed in the corner and said, "This is a toy I had when I was a child."
Lei Tingjun's father made it for him by hand, using a whole piece of wood and tree root, pushing it out little by little. Lei Tingjun loved playing with this rocking horse when he was a child, but after his parents passed away, he stopped playing with it.
Ji Wanmei took a closer look and laughed, "I think you must have been very naughty when you were little. Look, you've even crippled one of the rocking horse's legs."
Lei Tingjun squatted down to examine it, then frowned: "I didn't even notice until you pointed it out. This wasn't something I broke when I was a kid. It probably fell off by itself after being left out for a while."
This was Lei Tingjun's only toy when he was a child, so how could he bear to break it?
Lei Tingjun got up, found a small saw and a piece of wood about the size of a wrist in the storeroom next door where farm tools were kept, gestured at the wooden horse for a while, and said to Ji Wanmei, "Wait for me a moment, I'll fix it."
Ji Wanmei went to find a wooden stool and sat opposite Lei Tingjun to watch him repair his childhood toy rocking horse.
So he can do carpentry too.
Ji Wanmei rested her chin on her hand and quietly looked at him.
Lei Tingjun is a sentimental person. Even if his favorite toys from childhood are broken, he can't bear to throw them away and will choose to fix them instead.
Ji Wanmei felt that this showed Lei Tingjun was a very loyal person.
If he can do this to a Trojan horse, how much more so to a living person?
He was very focused as he sawed the wood, using one foot to step on the block and the other hand to pull the saw, quickly cutting the small block into the size he wanted.
Then Lei Tingjun took out a few nails from a rusty iron box.
They nailed the broken wooden horse leg back on.
He fixed it in just over ten minutes.
Lei Tingjun picked up the repaired wooden horse, examined it from all angles, and then smiled at Ji Wanmei: "It's fixed, look."
Ji Wanmei saw a smile on his face that she had never seen before.
Just like the smiles on the faces of those innocent and simple children they had just seen at the entrance of the village.
Ji Wanmei took the repaired rocking horse from his hands and praised him generously: "Wow, it's really fixed! You're so amazing!"
Lei Tingjun was embarrassed by Ji Wanmei's praise, scratched the back of his head and said, "I just felt that this rocking horse was very meaningful and I didn't want it to break. It would be a pity."
“Well, let’s keep it safe then.” Ji Wanmei stroked the rocking horse. “Maybe when you have children in the future, you can let them play with it.”
Lei Tingjun's heart warmed, and his voice became somewhat excited: "Meimei..."
Ji Wanmei didn't give him a chance to continue the topic. She stood up and said, "Let's go. Take me upstairs to see your room."
She walked towards the wooden stairs first, with Lei Tingjun supporting her waist from behind.
"Be careful, you might feel a little trembling when you go up the stairs, this is normal, don't be afraid."
Because the mud-brick houses from decades ago did not have reinforced concrete, the old method of building a second floor was still used: using wooden mortise and tenon joints to build a wooden plank house.
These houses are warm in winter and cool in summer, but they are not durable.
After ten or twenty years, the wooden boards will corrode and age due to time.
Ji Wanmei walked up the stairs.
There are three bedrooms upstairs, but the back two are not separated by walls, only by a wooden board. Only the front bedroom has a door, and there is also an old-fashioned stilt house.
Lei Tingjun pointed to the bedroom in front and said, "That room was originally where my parents lived. Later, when they grew up a bit, they moved here. My grandma has always lived in the room in the back."
"Can you take me to see it?" Ji Wanmei asked.
Lei Tingjun pushed open the old wooden door, which creaked open.
The room was fairly spacious, with an old-fashioned wooden bed framed by a mosquito net, which was quite old.
In front of the bed was a desk, with a window in front of it letting in light. Next to it were a wardrobe and several boxes.
The furniture is indeed the kind you'd find in a rural house; it's quite simple, and there's really nothing to see.
But as Ji Wanmei looked at those objects, it was as if she could see how Lei Tingjun lived, studied, and read books here when he was a child.
She turned around, looked up at Lei Tingjun, and said, "These years must have been very tough for you, haven't they?"
Lei Tingjun bent down and pulled her into his arms, gently resting his chin on the top of her head, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's not hard. I've waited for you, so it's not hard."
"Xiao Jun! Lei Tingjun! Are you home?"
Then, a call came from the courtyard downstairs.
Judging from the voice, it sounded like Uncle Wang from the front yard. Lei Tingjun released Ji Wanmei, opened the window in front of the desk and looked down. Sure enough, it was him.
He replied, "Yes, Second Uncle, I'm home!"
Uncle Wang stood in the yard with his hands behind his back, smiling and saying, "I heard from Erdan and the others that you brought a girlfriend back? Where is she?"
Ji Wanmei was standing right behind Lei Tingjun.
Lei Tingjun turned to look at her and coughed, "Second Uncle, she's with me."
"Oh, okay, come to my house for dinner later. Bring your boyfriend along too, your second aunt is cooking!"
Lei Tingjun asked Ji Wanmei, "Uncle Wang was a neighbor who took good care of me when I was a child. Do you want to go? If you don't want to go, I'll decline. We'll eat by ourselves later."
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