Every family has its own lifestyle, and Lin Jingbei is no stranger to it.
I just want to know why my mother never came back to see him once.
On the third page, Lin Lu told him about her marriage to Song Chen. Thinking that Lin Jingbei was already twelve years old, he should be able to understand.
Lin Jingbei really understood.
Tears flowed like they were free.
He felt so sorry for his mother, his father, and himself.
Grandpa and grandma are too much. How can they treat mom like this?
But they seem quite pitiful.
It’s so annoying, he doesn’t even know who to blame.
If it weren't for him, there wouldn't be so many problems.
It doesn't seem to be the case.
Lin Jingbei was crying so hard that he could hardly breathe.
When Lin Lu called, he had already finished reading the whole book.
He was sure that his mother had not left him on purpose.
Dad loves Mom so much.
"Hello, Mom."
"We are about to go back, please come back soon."
"good."
Lin Jingbei's voice had taken on a ethereal nasal tone, and he couldn't stop sobbing.
Lin Lu finally understood: "What's wrong with you?"
I wasn't writing this to make him cry. "I'm fine... I'll be right there. I won't bring the box... I'll just take the notebook."
Lin Lu's intention should be to let him see this book.
"good."
there.
Most of the onlookers have left, and now there are only a few people left helping with some finishing work.
Helping someone is a give-and-take thing. You helped a lot when my family had problems, so I will do my best to help you when I come to your house.
Chen Meihua has a good relationship with people and works hard, so before everyone leaves, they help her finish most of the dirty and tiring work.
When Lin Jingbei came over, he was worried that others would see his embarrassing situation, so he wore the hood of his sweatshirt tightly, lowered his head, and put the notebook in his pocket.
Li Xianglian: "Xiaobei is here, Meihua, let's go back first."
"Hey, thanks to you guys. Let's go back first. Be careful on the road, it's slippery."
Song He didn't want to sit there any longer tonight, so he called out to Song Chen, "Fourth Brother, do you have an extra bed? Your sister-in-law and I will go sleep there for one night. We haven't slept all night."
Song Chen raised his eyelids: "My family doesn't run a hotel. You can go find a hotel to stay in. There are plenty of beds there. We can provide as many as you want."
"Hey, you, there are no good hotels in this town." Song He was angry.
They were all small and dilapidated houses, and he was not used to sleeping there.
Song Chen smiled and said, "Then I have no choice. You stay at my second brother's house for one night. We'll leave first. The child is too sleepy."
"Hey, hey, hey, fourth brother, let Xiaoquan stay with Xiaobei for one night. He didn't sleep last night." Song He compromised.
Song Chen: "The car is only this big. If he wants to go, he can just walk over."
Oh my God, it’s so cold, how long will it take to walk to town?
Song Quan would rather sit there all night than walk over there.
Of course, his uncle Song Chen doesn't care about what he thinks.
I don't even want to ask.
After a long journey through the wind, he finally arrived home. He first turned on the air conditioner, filled some water for Lin Lu to soak her feet, and then went into the bathroom to take a shower.
I don’t know what’s wrong with his body. He seems to be unaware of the cold and only wears a T-shirt and boxer shorts when he comes out.
A little more respectable than before, but not much.
Lin Lu: "Aren't you cold?"
Song Chen: "The air conditioner is on, how can it be cold?"
He washed quickly, and the temperature in the bedroom had not yet fully warmed up, so Lin Lu still felt a little cold.
Song Chen wiped his hair: "You're not taking a shower today?"
"Wash."
"Then why are you still soaking your feet?"
Lin Lu pinched his calf and moved his toes: "My feet are too cold and a little painful. I'm afraid I won't be able to stand for a while."
"It hurts? Where does it hurt?" Our Factory Director Song started to get nervous again.
Lin Lu: "Maybe the shoes are a little thin and a little wet. It doesn't hurt now."
Song Chen put down the towel, squatted down to help her massage, and said to use more force, "I told you to wear my cotton shoes, but you refused to wear them because you thought they were ugly."
"I don't think it's ugly, I just don't like wearing other people's shoes. Besides, mom's shoes are longer than mine, and they are loose when I wear them. I'm afraid I'll fall when I walk." Lin Lu's little thoughts were exposed by him, and she started to jump up and down.
"Even your mother can't do it?"
"no."
"What about mine?"
"Even worse." His size 40 shoes were like boats to her.
Song Chen: "I'll buy you a new pair tomorrow. Go take a shower and I'll warm you up afterward."
After Lin Lu came out of the shower, he actually held his feet in his arms to warm them.
Lin Lu felt embarrassed: "It's getting warm inside now, there's no need to heat it up."
Song Chen didn't let her shrink back, "No, your feet are still cold, like ice."
It's not that exaggerated.
However, Lin Lu followed him.
Having nothing to say, Song Chen began to have wild thoughts.
"Hey, do you remember our wedding day?"
He went to her house to pick her up wearing a military green uniform and a big red flower on the front of his body.
Although he came to the house, Song Chen went to the Lin family to pick up Lin Lu earlier, and returned to the Lin family in the evening.
"I don't remember." Lin Lu said stubbornly.
Song Chen: "I still remember that your face that day was colder than the wind today."
Lin Lu: "You want to die, don't you?"
Song Chen: "I'm not wrong. If you don't believe me, ask my parents."
"Go away, I want to sleep."
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