Mao Xiang touched his tiger's mouth distressedly, asking if it hurts, and worrying about whether he is slapping his bones. This kind of licking and caring feelings that gush out from the depths of my heart makes Xingzai's heart warm. At this time, the faces of Xylophone and Mao Sheng and others always flashed in front of his eyes. It seems that their concern for themselves is far less intense than that of their father. With such a feeling, Xingzi felt that the boss was not a taste. I was both stunned and happy, and an impulse of joy and sorrow surged in my heart. He was silent, and Ren Maoxiang asked carefully to inspect it. The heart is both comfortable and comfortable.

Mao Xiang also asked, did you go back alone, and no one else came to accompany you.

Xingzi replied, I didn't call to come. It's just a little bit of a wound, and it's good to wrap it up.

Mao Xiang said casually, why is my brother and sister-in-law so careless. No matter how big or small, it's a wound, it's too inappropriate. Again, the day before yesterday I brought a bird's nest from the mountain, and there were a few eggs in it, as if they were hatching. I'll pick it up for you, so that the old hen holding the nest at home is hatching. Let's go and see. As he spoke, he stared at Apricot Boy's face with enthusiasm, and his eyes flashed with begging and hope.

At this time, Xingzi also has a ** that wants to continue to stay with his father. He hesitated slightly, then nodded involuntarily. It was this subtle nodding that made Mao Xiang overjoyed. He left the car on the side of the road and dragged the apricot boy to his home. The brisk steps are like cubs.

Entering the courtyard, Mao Xiang let Xingzi into the hall like a distinguished guest, and he didn't know how to entertain him. He was looking for a pot to pour water, and he was looking for fruit and candy, and he was so busy that he didn't know where to start first. Xingzi sat quietly on the pestle, letting him entertain himself in a busy way, and his heart was also happy.

It wasn't until Mao Xiang filled the table of the Eight Immortals with all the delicious things he could find that Xingzi asked, "What about the eggs?"

Mao Xiang hurriedly introduced the apricot boy into the corner of the pot house. There was a basket full of old wheat bran, and on it lay an old hen with her head held high, vigilant. Mao Xiang reached out and took the hen out, and the arm was pecked a few times by the hen guarding the nest, and a few ruddy ideas immediately appeared on the skin. Mao Xiang didn't care about showing Xingzi a bunch of warm eggs, a few eggs buried in the bird, saying that in another five or six days, the would be out of the shell. Xingzi watched it greedily for a long time before reluctantly leaving. He said, "Let the hens go up quickly, don't let the nest dry the eggs."

Back in the hall, Mao Xiang vigorously persuaded Xingzi to eat here and there, for fear of snubbing him.

Xingzi suddenly remembered the quarrel between Maosheng and Xylophone in the wheat field just now. He asked, "Dad, aren't you going to work in the factory anymore?"

Mao Xiang sighed, your aunt squeezed me so pitifully, how can my father go to take care of the work again.

Xingzi said seriously to Mao Xiang like an adult, you have to go. Originally, we did something wrong, and we just knew that we were wrong and corrected it. If you don't do it, won't it get worse if you ask the factory to be fired? From now on, how can I live?

Mao Xianghu asked suspiciously, what's the matter, did you hear that the factory was going to fire me, why?

Xingzi replied noncommittally, whether you really want to be fired or not, you don't go to work when you are old, after a long time, can the factory still provide for us for no reason. Sooner or later, we'll have to do that.

Mao Xiang was speechless for a long time. He was both surprised by the words of Chase Boy and shocked to hear such bad news. Although Xingzi did not confirm the truth of this news, after all, he saw Tian'er living around the xylophone, even if the xylophone was tight, he could inadvertently reveal a lot of inside information. A few days ago, he also found Ge Maosheng and asked him to intercede more in front of Xylophone for him, maybe he could escape Xylophone's punishment and let her retract the decision to change the guard. At that time, after Mao Sheng beat him hard, he still patted his chest and promised, I never made your sister-in-law feel sorry in the foreign affairs field. This time, just be cheeky, I must talk about her softness and help you get through this difficulty. However, several days have passed, and there is still no reply from Maosheng. From this point of view, not only is the matter of exemption from punishment yellow, but I am afraid that even the errand of eating will not be able to be saved.

Seeing that Mao Xiang didn't speak, Xingzi squirmed his lips a few times and persuaded a few more words. He said, "Hurry up and admit your mistake." Find the eldest lady to talk about it well, maybe you can keep your job. If you don't admit your mistake and really let the factory be fired, the matter will be a big deal. We still have to rely on the factory to earn money to eat.

Originally, Mao Xiang had already held back a stomach full of anger, gritting his teeth and secretly hating that Xylophone was going to kick him to death, leaving no affection at all. But he can't break out in front of Xingzai, and he has to maintain the good image he has established in Xingzai's mind in the past two years. He reluctantly smiled and said to Xingzai, don't worry Dad, I have a number in my belly. Dad has been going south and north for so many years, and he has never seen anything difficult. It's just a little thing, it's nothing. It's a piece of cake.

Hearing Mao Xiang say this, and seeing him with a bamboo in his chest, Xingzai finally put his mind at ease. He got up and went away, saying, "I have to go to the wheat harvest." If you can't finish your wheat, you won't be in a hurry. As soon as I have some free time, I'll come to your aid.

Hearing Xingzai's words, Mao Xiang's heart churned. The eyes were moist, and there were tears glistening between them. He looked at the back of Xingzai, and shouted in a slightly trembling voice, "When you cut the wheat, you are a little more relaxed, but you don't dare to be ruthless." Be careful of hurting your hands, don't dare to soak in cold water.

As he spoke, a few large teardrops rolled out of his eyes, slowly rolled over his thick black cheeks, and dripped onto the sweaty placket. [End of Chapter]