After buying everything, the mother and son can finally go home.
On the way back, Lin Lu saw a small shop selling popsicles. He licked his dry lips and asked Lin Jingbei, "Do you want some popsicles?"
Lin Jingbei shook his head: "I don't want to."
You can't eat it either.
Lin Lu followed suit and could only change his words to: "Then let's buy a few to take back for your grandparents to eat."
Lin Lu rolled his wheelchair to the entrance of the store, took four old popsicles, and asked Lin Jingbei again: "Do you really not want to eat?"
The sun above seemed to be burning people to death. After going out for a while, even with an umbrella, Lin Lu felt that his whole body was covered with sweat.
So, it is a very refreshing thing to have an old popsicle, which is a good thing to relieve summer heat.
Unfortunately, Lin Jingbei's persona in front of his own mother is a cool guy. Once the words are spoken, they are like spilled water. How can they be taken back?
Isn't that a slap in the face?
He turned his head away, swallowed his saliva, and said in a muffled voice, "I don't want to eat it."
"Where's the ice pop?"
"No."
Lin Lu said with regret: "Okay." He took five popsicles and a bottle of soda and handed the boss 40 cents.
Back home.
Unexpectedly, at this time, the busy man Song Chen was also at home.
He glanced over here and asked, "What did you buy?"
Lin Lu asked Lin Jingbei to take the soy sauce and meat to the kitchen. She put the book on the cabinet in the living room and said, "Popsicle, do you want some?"
Song Chen frowned, "You're not in good health, just lick it twice."
"I know." Lin Lu glanced around without looking at Li Xianglian. "Where's Mom?"
Song Chen took a popsicle from the bag and said, "Maybe it's next door."
Other people eat popsicles by licking the water, but this old man eats half of it in just a few bites, chewing it with a loud noise.
Lin Lu asked sincerely: "Won't your teeth get frozen?"
The fan was spinning non-stop, but Song Chen couldn't help sweating profusely.
He lifted up his clothes to wipe the sweat off his face, squinted his eyes and said, "It's so hot."
Lin Lu looked at the popsicle he had licked twice and asked, "Do you want more?"
This person never seemed to dislike her, from eating her leftovers to eating her popsicles, he always finished them without batting an eyelid.
There were still three ice creams left in the bag. Song Chen stopped eating after finishing Lin Lu's. Seeing that Lin Jingbei, the brat, hadn't come yet, he called out, "Lin Jingbei, come and have some ice cream."
Lin Lu didn't say he didn't want to eat.
I took the book I just bought and looked through it.
Lin Jingbei came out of the kitchen and went to his room. He couldn't pretend not to hear his father calling him.
But he had already refused when Lin Lu asked him if he wanted to eat it. If he ate it now, where would he save face?
Swallowing the saliva that continued to flow, "I don't want to eat anymore."
Um.
He came out to get the book.
Song Chen: "Why not eat?"
Ninja God Jingbei: "My throat feels uncomfortable."
Lin Lu handed him his novel and a popsicle. "We can't finish it. Please help me eat one."
"Oh," that expression seemed to say, "Okay, since you asked me for help, I will mercifully help you."
Popsicle in one hand, novel in the other, "I'm going back to my room."
Watching his son disappear, Song Chen touched his chin in confusion, "Is there some treasure hidden in his room? Why does he always think of going back to his room whenever he has time?"
Lin Lu: "I want to go back to my room too, please help me."
What's wrong?
Lin Lu said: "I'm all sweaty, I want to wipe it off and change clothes."
Song Chen squatted in front of her resignedly, "Come on."
He carried her upstairs and, just like that night, prepared everything she needed to wash and brush her teeth.
Lin Lu seemed to have gotten used to this pattern, and she didn't even ask Song Chen to stop taking off her pants.
She was taking a shower inside while Song Chen was waiting outside. The air conditioner was on in the room, which was more comfortable than the fan in the living room.
Knowing that she liked to be clean, he didn't dare lie on the bed, so he sat on the chair beside the bed and dozed off.
Hearing Lin Lu's voice, he went in, carried her out, and patiently and carefully put her pants on.
"Would you like to get some sleep?"
"Okay." Lin Lu was also a little sleepy.
Not long after I lay down, I felt the depression next to me and a slight chill coming from it.
Lin Lu turned around and asked, "Why are you here too?"
Song Chen yawned: "I'll take a nap too."
He came back early in the afternoon as there was nothing to do at the factory. He originally wanted to go out to look for the mother and son, but his mother-in-law said that they had been gone for a while and should be back soon, so he could sit in the living room and take a nap.
Maybe I didn’t sleep well last night, so I feel very sleepy now.
Soon, the breathing sounds in the room reached the same frequency.
...
Li Xianglian came back from next door and saw the popsicles and soda on the table. She guessed that they were back.
But there was no sign of his daughter and son-in-law.
Went to Lin Jingbei's room and asked, "Where are your parents?"
Lin Jingbei: "Room."
He could hear them climbing the stairs.
Li Xianglian: "Why don't you eat the ice cream you bought? It's about to melt."
Lin Jingbei: "That's for you and my grandfather. We ate all ours."
Li Xianglian: "Your mother ate it too. She's not in good health and the doctor told her not to eat too much cold food."
Lin Jingbei wanted to say, how could I let her eat more with my dad around?
"She only ate two bites, and my dad ate the rest."
Okay.
Li Xianglian was relieved.
"Bei, do you still want to eat? There are two left. I don't like them."
How could Lin Jingbei not know his grandmother's little thoughts.
"We've all eaten. Eating too much is not good. You and my grandfather can eat it."
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