Lu Yunhui grew up pampered since she was a child, and it is said that she had never cooked in the kitchen when she was in her twenties, so she had her mother in her mother's house and her husband in her mother-in-law's house.

He Waner still remembers a joke her father told her back then-"The rules of our He family, the craft of cooking is passed on to men and not to women, and you have to remember it in the future, girl, cooking is a man's business!"

This Uncle Huang can cook, but the green pepper beef tenderloin is too light, the tomato scrambled eggs are too salty, the scales of the braised fish are not shaved clean, and the fish-flavored eggplant oil is not enough, so it is not fragrant at all.

The simplest home-cooked food can be made like this, so that people can eat it almost with tolerance, this Uncle Huang does not have one-tenth of her father's cooking skills.

Could this be her mother, the stepfather she found for her?

Thinking of that word, He Wan'er's heart was pierced like a pinprick, a sharp pain, and something in his nasal cavity rushed straight to his head, which was sour and unbearable.

She had been afraid to hear the word, but the day had finally come.

There are mixed feelings in her heart, and some emotions can't be swallowed, but there is no place to vent, which makes her extremely uncomfortable.

He Guaner actually understands better than anyone that his parents divorced more than ten years ago, and later his father passed away due to an accident.

She is well maintained, her figure has never been out of shape, and her skin is white and tender, so even if she is married and has two children, there are still young people in the same unit who mistakenly think that she is less than thirty and passionately pursued.

She grew old quickly after her father's death that year. After that, she was able to endure ten years of loneliness and loneliness, and only when He Yixiao became an adult did she date her first man, in all fairness, it was not easy, and she was also worthy of the deceased person under Jiuquan.

Therefore, as a daughter, He Guaner knows that she has no position to blame Lu Yunhui.

In fact, when he first met Huang Youguang, He Guaner had already begun to warn himself over and over again: "You can't be so selfish, mom should have her own life." ”

However, she understands the truth, but the hurdle in her heart is not so easy to pass.

She didn't blame Lu Yunhui for finding a boyfriend and wanting to remarry, but because this incident seemed to have such a different meaning.

Even my mother has begun to look for a second spring, and the traces left by my father in this world are destined to fade more and more.

Then, one day, he will be forgotten by everyone.

Thinking about it, the corners of her eyes gradually moistened.

He Wan'er looked up at the sky, trying to stop the tears from flowing, but it had no effect.

At eight o'clock in the evening, He Waner hid under the big tree in the green belt of the community and quietly wept.

After a while, she stopped her tears, she took out the mirror and looked at it, her eye circles were only slightly swollen, she couldn't see the red, and she could still see people.

But I cried after crying, and I still felt very uncomfortable.

She sighed, go back, what else can you do?

So I walked slowly towards the bus stop, one or two hundred meters away from the platform, and the sound of WeChat receiving a heart message came from the mobile phone.

He Wan'er clicked on it and saw that it was sent by He Yixiao.

"Sister, I only found out a few days ago, it's not that I won't tell you. ”

There is no beginning or end information, but He Wan'er knows what he said.

She was in no mood to reply to him, so she just put her phone back in her bag and went to the platform to wait for the bus.

Seeing the bus slowly coming, she was about to get on the bus, but someone patted her on the shoulder, and then someone pulled her arm.

He Wan'er almost subconsciously staggered, grabbed the man's arm, and twisted it slightly.

There was a clatter of something hitting the ground, mixed with a few clutters that seemed to be the sound of strings being plucked.

Then, she heard He Yixiao shouting: "Sister, sister! It's me! Not a bad person!"

A few minutes later, He Yixiao held the guitar that had just fallen to the ground, checked it several times to make sure it was not broken, and breathed a sigh of relief.

But he still accused He Guaner bitterly: "I fell again, if it breaks, you have to compensate me for a new one." ”

He Wan'er frowned and looked at him: "Don't run around at night, stay at home with your mother, she is alone and timid." ”

He Yi smiled and opened his lips, revealing eight white and neat teeth: "Uncle Huang is here, it's okay." ”

Hearing him mention that name, He Wan'er was stunned, and his face was not too good-looking.

He Yixiao didn't see it, and smiled even brighter: "Sister, go, listen to my new song." ”

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Gyeongju is a ridiculously large municipality with a total area of 82,400 square kilometers, 38 districts and counties, and a resident population of more than 30 million.

However, the only part that can really be called a city is the six districts. In the past few years, the municipality has developed rapidly, so there is another Nanjiang New Area.

As the "core of innovation-driven development" in Gyeongju, there is a high-tech development industrial park, and because of the opportunity to catch up with the rapid development of Gyeongju, many new and old enterprises have taken root here.

It's just that there are many enterprises in Nanjiang New Area, and the popularity is not very strong.

However, because it is a new district, the municipal code is doing well. Just like the community that He Wanermai buys, not to mention the two municipal gardens around, there are also greenways for residents to walk.

On the side of the greenway, hidden on a bench in the dense bushes, He Yixiao played and sang two songs to himself, and then asked He Wan'er, who was sitting next to him, with an expectant face: "Sister, how do you listen?"

He Wan'er has actually been frowning - she is really desperate for He Yixiao's aesthetic in music.

Her own voice is too thin to sing well, and He Yixiao is just the opposite.

The voice is good, the pitch is also very good, and a year ago, because of the strength of vocal music, I was able to enter the Gyeongju Conservatory of Music, and I didn't go to university because of my poor grades.

But after more than a year of professional training, this child's ability to compose lyrics and music by himself has really not improved at all.

The lyrics are very bad, and the tunes are bad, there is no little freshness and melancholy that folk songs should have, but there are some vulgar Internet songs.

But after all, it was her own brother, and she was really embarrassed to hit him, so she had to Gu Zuo and say to him: "What did your classmate say?"

"They, hmph, don't know how to appreciate!" He Yi ** didn't fight in one place, "they are all jealous of my handsome master." ”

He Wan'er couldn't help laughing: "Handsome is enough, what else?"

I couldn't help but pull his face and said, "To be honest, do you have a girlfriend? Some time ago, you could spend so much money, and now you still write love songs?"

"No, I just followed my classmates to the draft. He Yixiao looked away and scratched the tip of his nose.

Looking at his younger brother who grew up, just scratching the tip of his nose, He Wan'er knew that he was lying.

Knowing that He Yi had a good face, she didn't debunk him, but only said: "If there is anything to discuss with your family, don't be reckless by yourself." ”

He Yi nodded and opened his mouth, but suddenly fell silent.