Zhenhua turned his eyes to look at his mother.

I didn't see my mother overnight, but my mother was much older, her face was haggard, and her eyes were deep. The brand-new clothes and neat and smooth hair still couldn't hide her sorrow and anxiety.

Zhenhua's heart was sour, and he said, "Mom, don't you have breakfast?" Zhang Kexiang has traveled several miles from home to town. It was snowing today, and she couldn't ride again, so she didn't arrive at the store so early. ”

Cui Hong shook her head and asked, "I can't eat it, can you eat it?" I'll burn it for you." ”

Zhenhua shook his head: "I'm not hungry either." ”

"Then let's go, if you're really hungry, go to the restaurant in the town to eat. Cui Hong picked up the oilcloth umbrella at home, opened it, and went out first.

Zhenhua also took his folding umbrella and followed his mother out of the door.

The snow falls silently and flutters.

Zhenhua accompanied his mother and stepped forward on the snow. Neither mother nor son spoke, except for the sound of the wind, the creaking of their feet on the snow.

After Da Yaozhuang, Cui Hong sighed softly and said: "Zhenhua, when I see Kexiang today, no matter what Kexiang says, beating you and scolding you, don't lose your temper, explain to Kexiang well...... Kexiang understands things, maybe he can still ...... Contains you. ”

Zhenhua nodded: "I know." ”

Cui Hong nodded, and stopped talking.

Zhenhua inadvertently glanced back, only to find that his father was wearing a raincoat and was following from afar.

Cui Hong also looked behind her and stopped.

"Mom, I'll go first, you guys take your time. Zhenhua didn't like to walk with his father, so he quickened his pace and walked forward.

Zhao Chenghai walked over, passed by his wife's side, and continued to move forward without saying a word.

Cui Hong hurriedly followed and grabbed her husband's sleeve: "Chenghai, are you going to the town too?"

"Can't I go?" Zhao Chenghai shook off his wife's hand.

"What are you going to do? I think you better not go, Zhenhua and I went to tell Kexiang, you have a bad temper, don't ......"

"You go and talk about yours, I'm not going to find the little tailor!" Zhao Chenghai glared and said, "I'll go to Director Shi and ask what happened that day!"

Cui Hong followed her husband forward, nodded and said, "Okay, don't go to Kexiang's tailor shop yet, wait for me and Zhenhua to come back." ”

Zhao Chenghai snorted, kept under his feet, and kept moving forward with the original rhythm.

Cuihong left her husband, ran away to catch up with Zhenhua, gasped and said, "Your father went to find Director Shi and asked about the situation that day." I told him not to go to the tailor's shop yet. I'm afraid he's got a bad temper and says the wrong thing, making things worse. ”

The wind and snow were cold, Zhenhua's mind was also clear, and he nodded and said, "Let him ask, anyway, I didn't make trouble, just ask him." ”

Whether it will be worse or not, Zhenhua doesn't care anymore.

What happened last night even made Zhenhua doubt - is his feelings for Zhang Kexiang true love? If so, why don't he nervous about his relationship with Zhang Kexiang, but he can't let go of Xiulian? But between himself and Xiulian, is it love?

Zhenhua can't say clearly, and he can't qualify.

However, Zhenhua understands one thing that countrymen don't pay attention to love when they ask for wives. The two sides looked at each other, their parents nodded, put firecrackers and got married, that is, they married their hair for a lifetime. Poverty is a lifetime, wealth is a lifetime, love is a lifetime, and no love is a lifetime.

This should be the case with what parents see.

For parents, they feel that they have completed their task when they see their son start a family.

Mother Cuihong likes Zhang Kexiang, that's also true.

However, if you change Wang Kexiang and Liu Kexiang, your mother may not like it. Mother's nervousness should come from the humility of rural people's hearts. She was worried that her son would not be able to marry a wife, and that she had not fulfilled her obligations as a parent.

Walking all the way, thinking all the way, when he came to the front of Zhang Kexiang's store, Zhenhua had already thought very clearly.

However, Zhang Kexiang's tailor shop is closed, and even the barber shop next door is closed.

Cui Hong looked at the door of the tailor shop stupidly, and said to her son: "Zhenhua, it is snowing heavily today, and it is estimated that Kexiang is not coming." Mom accompanies you, let's go to Zhangguigang together. ”

Zhenhua shook his head and said, "No, if you want to go to Zhangguigang, I'll go alone, don't go." ”

Zhenhua understands her mother's feelings, and she knows the humility in her bones. For the sake of her marriage, her mother can definitely give up her dignity, grovel, and even kneel to Zhang Kexiang's parents. All mothers in East Bay Village are like this, without exception.

Zhenhua is absolutely not allowed to appear in this scene, even if he is a bachelor for the rest of his life!

Cui Hong sighed, leaning her back against the door of the tailor's shop, silently in a daze.

Zhao Chenghai walked over, didn't look at Cuihong's mother and son, and walked over directly. He was going to the credit union to find Director Shi and ask what was going on that day.

Zhenhua looked around and felt that it was undignified for his mother to stand in front of the tailor shop and wait stupidly, so he said, "Mom, let's go buy something to eat and come back and have a look." ”

Cuihong was worried that her son would be hungry, so she had to nod her head and go to the breakfast shop with her son.

Diagonally opposite, there is a seller of fried rice porridge.

Zhenhua took his mother into the breakfast shop, ordered fried rice porridge, and ate it when he was served.

The fritters are crispy and delicious, the porridge is sticky, and it tastes delicious with salted beans and chili sauce.

Cui Hong couldn't eat anywhere, just stared at the door of the tailor shop opposite, saw her son eating deliciously, couldn't help sighing, and complained: "You still have this good appetite, alas, it's really hard for you!"

Zhenhua smiled and said, "Mom, I have to eat when the sky falls." The porridge is hot, you old man give me a face, let's take two sips. ”

"Flim, I'm not hungry. Cui Hong glared at her son.