"ah?"
Bai Jiaojiao thought that since she and Shen Heng were living together, they only needed to knock down the east wall and build two south-facing bedrooms, with a main hall in the middle. They could build a kitchen and a storage room on the west side, and leave the toilet in its original location with some renovations. This way, they could save a lot on materials, and use the money to make some new furniture and buy two new cotton quilts for the New Year.
Where will the child live in the future?
Shen Heng stared intently at Bai Jiaojiao.
There's a big difference between him not wanting to have children with Bai Jiaojiao and him not wanting to have any.
Which wife doesn't give birth to her husband's children?
Why not have children for him?
She doesn't have feelings for him!
Shen Heng's mind was in turmoil. Bai Jiaojiao cupped his face and said, "Brother Heng, didn't we agree last time that we would have children later as we got to know each other better?"
"You don't even have this plan!" Shen Heng took a step back, his eyes filled with undisguised grievance.
When Shen Heng felt wronged, it was like a large wolfhound with the wet, puppy-like eyes of a small puppy.
Weak and pitiful, but not very harmonious.
Bai Jiaojiao found it amusing and patted Shen Heng's head: "Okay, then let's build it, just like you said."
Shen Heng felt that Bai Jiaojiao was being somewhat perfunctory, but Bai Jiaojiao had already lifted the pot lid while speaking, and white steam rushed out, enveloping Bai Jiaojiao inside.
Bai Jiaojiao stirred the dumplings inside: "Brother Heng, that's about enough, turn off the stove."
Cook for another three minutes, and the dumplings will be ready.
Shen Heng obediently closed the stove door and sat down to clean up the firewood residue left over from burning the fire.
Bai Jiaojiao remembered something else: "Next time you go to the supply and marketing cooperative, remember to bring back two pieces of scented soap."
"Um."
Shen Heng was led by Bai Jiaojiao's instructions step by step, completely forgetting why he was angry earlier.
Shen Heng has always liked noodles, and Bai Jiaojiao's dumplings are small and easy to eat. Whenever he eats dumplings, Shen Heng always ends up eating too many.
Previously, Bai Jiaojiao wouldn't let Shen Heng eat, and Shen Heng said she was mistreating him. This time, Bai Jiaojiao counted the buns one by one, and Shen Heng finished eating, still wanting more, but there were none left.
"Are we out of money? How come we can't even cook enough food?"
Bai Jiaojiao glared at him: "I'll let you starve to death!"
"I knew you didn't care about me at all."
"......"
Bai Jiaojiao kissed Shen Heng's lips: "If Brother Heng is not full yet, then wait a while before getting back on the kang."
Upon receiving the summons, Chen Heng replied: "I'm full."
He quickly got up to clear the dishes, returned like a gust of wind to close the door, blow out the lamp, draw the curtain, get on the kang (heated brick bed), and crawl into bed—all in one smooth motion.
Bai Jiaojiao understood; sleeping on the kang (heated brick bed) was more important than dumplings.
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Bai Zhiman's birthday is approaching, and Bai Jiaojiao takes Shen Heng to the Bai family to celebrate.
"Hurry up, I'm all ready!"
This was the first time Bai Shiqing had ever seen a wheelchair. Following the dimensions Bai Jiaojiao had given her, she sewed a cushion from a piece of gray cloth and a cover to protect the back of the chair. The cover fit perfectly.
Although the wheelchair looks out of place after the cover is put on, everyone does this nowadays. They're afraid of things getting damaged, so they put something on to protect them.
"Dad, look what your son-in-law brought you!"
Bai Shiqing opened Bai Zhiman's door and called out.
"What is this that you have to make such a fuss about?"
Bai Jiaojiao and Shen Heng's marriage was an accident, and Bai Zhiman didn't really like Shen Heng that much.
Because of Shen Heng's reputation, Bai Zhiman even looked down on him. Therefore, when Bai Shiqing mentioned Shen Heng, Bai Zhiman did not show a good expression.
But when he looked up, he saw Bai Jiaojiao pushing a wheelchair in.
Bai Zhiman moved his lips, but didn't dare to make a sound.
This was the first time he had ever seen this thing. He had thought about getting one when he first became lame, but Bai Shihai was still young at the time, and there was no labor force in the family, so there was no source of income. How could he, as a father, spend a lot of money to buy such a thing just for his own convenience?
"Dad, this is what Heng and I bought for you. Get down and let my older brother push you out to try it out."
Bai Jiaojiao pushed the wheelchair to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed). The kang in Bai Zhiman's room was not high, only slightly higher than the wheelchair. The chair was placed in front of the kang, and Bai Zhiman could move over by supporting himself with his hands.
But Bai Zhiman didn't move. For some reason, he stared at the wheelchair, frozen in place, and remained silent.
Bai Shiqing said, "Dad, hurry up and order it! This thing is great, you can push the wheels and it will move by yourself!"
As Bai Shiqing spoke, Bai Shihai reached out to help Bai Zhiman, who reluctantly sat in the wheelchair.
"This cushion was sewn for you by your dear daughter, what do you think?"
Bai Shiqing's interruptions helped to alleviate the inexplicable timidity and shyness that Bai Zhiman felt.
He replied, "Give me a break! You're just being stingy with a little cotton, taking advantage of the fact that my butt is numb!"
"That's a really heartless thing to say," Bai Shiqing laughed.
Although Bai Zhiman has poor sensation in his lower body, if the flesh under his body is constantly pressed against something, it will rot, break, and develop sores and pus, which will be very troublesome. Therefore, Bai Shiqing has sewn this cushion with great filial piety.
Bai Shihai pushed Bai Zhiman out of the bedroom. Right at the threshold, Bai Zhiman called out, "Wait!"
After all these years, he has finally gained a new perspective and can see the outside world from a different angle.
Bai Zhiman took a deep breath and suddenly burst into tears.
No one made a sound, not even the youngest, Bai Manlin, waiting for Bai Zhiman to compose himself.
Bai Zhiman placed his hands on the wheels on both sides, pushed off with all his might, and walked out of the house and into the yard.
Bai Jiaojiao felt her arm being grabbed. She turned around and saw Bai Shiqing next to her with tears streaming down her face, one hand covering her mouth, crying even worse than Bai Zhiman.
"Second sister, it's something to be happy about," Bai Jiaojiao said.
Bai Shiqing nodded: "I know, I know."
Bai Zhiman's life has been full of ups and downs. After suffering for so many years, he finally saw the light of day again.
Looking at Bai Zhiman, who was pushing the wheelchair with difficulty, Bai Shihai secretly regretted that he should have gotten a wheelchair for his father sooner.
Bai Zhiman pushed the wheel, and with each rotation, his heart shone a little brighter.
Bai Zhiman went straight out of the courtyard. He had been locked up for too long, and he wanted to see what had become of the outside world.
None of the children chased after him, but they could see Bai Zhiman's back as he sat at the door.
"Dad! What are you doing sitting here! My goodness!"
Bai Shibao took leave today to come back and celebrate his father's birthday. As soon as he entered the alley, he saw someone sitting at his own door.
He looks a bit like his father.
It really is his father!
Bai Shibao quickened his pace, leaned closer, and called out, "Father."
"Stop making such a fuss all the time! It's so much quieter at home when you're not here!"
Bai Zhiman hadn't gotten used to the wheelchair yet, and felt a little embarrassed when Bai Shibao called out to him.
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