Chapter 010 A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth
Song Mo grabbed his wife's hand in time and said pitifully, "Wife, how can I wake you up when I'm not by your side? I can't just hit you from a distance with a stick, can I?"
Wen Kexin burst out laughing immediately. It was obvious that this man was teasing her on purpose.
She waved her hand generously and said, "Alright, I won't bother with it. By the way, don't call me wife anymore. We haven't got the marriage certificate yet, so we are not husband and wife."
Song Mo's handsome face with sharp edges and corners suddenly seemed to be hit by frost, and quickly lost its spirit. He defended himself aggrievedly: "Wife, didn't you agree that we would be husband and wife for the next few years? If mother knew that we were not related, she would definitely have some thoughts."
This man is a filial son!
Thinking of the sick look on Aunt Song's face, Wen Kexin hesitated before nodding and saying, "Okay!"
Without noticing at all, Song Mo's little trick had succeeded, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
After they washed up simply, Wen Kexin remembered that her mother-in-law told her to heat up the corn porridge in the pot in the morning last night.
They went to the kitchen, lit a fire and heated up the porridge in the hot pot. After eating a simple meal, they drove to the Wen family.
Before reaching the Wen family's front door, I saw a kerosene lamp at the door from afar, and a familiar figure next to the lamp.
When they got closer, Wen Kexin jumped off the carriage and saw that it was her mother waiting for them with a lantern.
"Mom, why are you up so early?"
"Mother, it's almost dawn. I'll get up and light the way for you. It's too dark outside."
At this moment, Wen Kexin felt the deep maternal love. This long-lost feeling made her nostalgic and obsessed.
There was a hint of girlish attachment in her tone.
"Mom, is my dad awake?"
In the past few days, Wang Qiaolian felt more bitter than coptis chinensis. She said angrily, "Silly girl, since your father was injured, it's been difficult for me to fall asleep because of the pain in my legs..."
Wen Kexin was in a gloomy mood. These past few days, her stepfather had been enduring the pain every day and had to watch until dawn, and her mother was also in agony.
Mother still has to do heavy housework, and no one in the Wen family is paying attention.
She remembered the death of the original owner and the suffering of her adoptive parents clearly in her heart, and she would repay them to the Wen family sooner or later.
At this time, Wang Qiaolian whispered, "Kexin, I want to bring your brother with me for a physical examination."
Wen Kexin remembered that her brother was born prematurely and was often sick, so she nodded and said, "Okay!"
Soon, they lifted Wen Jiancheng onto the ox cart on a bed board, and also carried Wen Ping'an, who was still sleeping, onto the ox cart.
Erya and Sanya both stood up to help, but none of the other members of the Wen family came out to see what was going on. They all stayed in their own rooms pretending to be deaf and dumb.
Wen Kexin secretly felt lucky that Song Mo had forced the money out of old man Qian's hands last night, otherwise there would have been chaos early in the morning.
When she left home, she kicked the door several times in anger, making a "bang bang" sound.
I cursed in my heart: I told you guys to pretend to sleep, so no one should sleep.
While waiting to drive, Song Mo glanced at his young wife who was venting her anger, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He liked this kind of character!
Wang Qiaolian patiently gave her two daughters some instructions and then pulled the older daughter, who was already angry, into the car.
The carriage wobbled as it moved out of the village.
Little boy Wen Ping'an finally woke up from the shaking of the ox cart. He rubbed his eyes and found himself on the ox cart. He immediately became alert.
"Mom, are we going to the hospital now?"
Wang Qiaolian held her youngest son in her arms and comforted him, "Yes, didn't you see your brother-in-law driving?"
The words "your brother-in-law" were emphasized in his words, obviously with a hint of pride.
Their daughter is blessed, and they and their husband are taking advantage of her.
Song Mo, who was driving the car, raised the corners of his mouth and looked proudly at his little wife sitting next to him.
The meaning in his eyes was very clear: Listen, your mother calls me son-in-law, so there is nothing wrong with me calling you wife.
Wen Kexin felt the pride in the man's eyes and rolled her eyes at him. She thought, "You're so old, why are you still like a child?"
At this time, Wen Ping'an's stomach made a rumbling sound.
The little guy looked at his mother and said, "Mom, I'm hungry..."
Wang Qiaolian took out a piece of leavened bread from under her husband's mattress, broke it in half and gave half to her youngest son, saying, "Ping'an, you and your father can eat half of the bread to fill your stomach. Mom has warmed up the hot water she poured in, so drink it with it."
The little guy nodded repeatedly and started eating and drinking.
Wang Qiaolian handed half of the pancake to her husband.
She handed the last cake in the paper bag to her eldest daughter: "Kexin, there is one more cake, you can fill your stomach."
When Wen Kexin saw the paper bag her mother handed over, she was stunned. Isn’t this what she left for her father yesterday? The couple couldn't bear to eat it?
I suddenly felt very uncomfortable.
His voice was nasal. "Mom, before we left this morning, Song Mo and I had a bowl of rice porridge. We're not hungry at all. You didn't have breakfast either, did you? Go ahead and eat."
Wang Qiaolian sighed and said, "Your grandma didn't get up this morning and didn't bring me any food. I just boiled some water and poured it into two bamboo tubes. You and your uncle are thirsty and want to drink it. Mother is not hungry yet."
How could she not be hungry? Mother always gave the food to them and just drank some water to hold on.
Wen Kexin pushed the cake back and said with concern: "Mom, you must eat some, because you still have to carry Dad to the destination."
Wang Qiaolian then broke off a piece of the cake and began to chew it carefully.
Wen Kexin asked tentatively, "Wait until my father's leg is reattached, and then we can split up the family business, right? Logically speaking, you and my father earn a lot every year, and with my help, it should be better than it is now."
Wang Qiaolian nodded and said, "Mom has wanted to split the family business for a long time. Your dad told me about this yesterday. He also wants to split the family business."
Wen Kexin was afraid that her father would be stubborn, so she felt relieved when she heard this. She said in a comforting tone, "Mom and Dad, Song Mo also supports your separation. He will help you."
Song Mo, who was driving the car, frowned and couldn't help muttering in his heart: My young wife is really good at deceiving me. When did I ever say that I support their separation and that I would help them?
For the sake of his young wife, he didn't want to refute, but was thinking about how to help his parents-in-law in the future.
He soon thought of something, his brows relaxed immediately, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
In fact, Wen Kexin was laying the groundwork for the future, and the things taken out from the space must be explained.
From now on, she can only act in his name when Song Mo is not at home.
Now, just putting it out there.
She never dreamed that these polite words would force Song Mo to come up with a good idea to help Wen Jiancheng find a job once and for all.
Of course, this is a later story.
In the 1970s, the rural dirt roads were bumpy and the ox carts would bump from time to time.
Every bump was a torture for Wen Jiancheng. As the pain came, his brows furrowed, he bit his lips tightly and dared not make a sound, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead from time to time.
He knew that his brother-in-law drove very carefully and had obviously tried his best.
Song Mo looked back at his father-in-law from time to time, and found that he was enduring the pain, and he secretly admired him in his heart.
Time passed quietly, and more than an hour later, the ox cart finally arrived at the county town.
The day was bright, and on the walls of units and schools in the county, slogans with the characteristics of the times were prominently written: "Grasp the revolution, promote production, promote work, and promote war preparations."
Slogans such as "Learn from Daqing in industry and Dazhai in agriculture!"
The slogan may have been there for a long time, and the paint on some of the words is obviously peeling off.
Looking at the people walking on the road, they seem to be in good spirits.
Only then did Wen Kexin truly feel that she had arrived in the 1970s, a time when everything was in ruins and in need of reconstruction.
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