In his previous life, Lin Zijiao's husband Feng Qian also liked to drink, but every time he came home drunk, he would scold and smash the things at home.

Sometimes I can't control my mood when I'm in a bad mood, and I will do something to Lin Zijiao.

Every time Feng Qian came home drunk, Lin Zijiao hid in the corner, trying not to attract his attention.

As for the vomit he vomited on the sofa on the bed, he could only wait for Feng Qian to fall asleep, and Lin Zijiao slowly cleaned it up with bated breath and a mask.

At that time, Lin Zijiao was looking forward to Feng Qian quitting drinking, or going to sleep when he came back drunk.

Lin Jiaming's wine was not bad, he was drunk like mud and fell on the kang without knowing who was there, and he ignored Zheng Guihua's scolding.

Lin Weiguo put Lin Jiaming next to the kang, put his head on the kang to prevent him from throwing up again in the middle of the night, and poured the ashes in the ash bucket and put them on the ground next to the kang, and then returned to the West House.

Lin Zishu has long been accustomed to her father's drunkenness, and she just does her own thing.

She took out a set of covers from the reclining cabinet and spread them on the kang, raised her head and smiled at Lin Weiguo: "Brother, you can't stand the cold, sleep on the kang here and it's warm, and my sister and I sleep in the middle." ”

Lin Weiguo did not shirk his sister's concern and kindness, and happily got into the quilt: "Tomorrow I will move the bed in the cool room back and put it in front of the warm wall." ”

"We'll talk about it tomorrow. Lin Zishula turned off the lights.

The brother and sister chatted a few words in the dark, and Lin Zijiao listened to his brother talk about the customs of the grassland and the interesting stories of the educated youth, and fell asleep in a daze.

In the second half of the night, Lin Zijiao was awakened by a quarrel and scolding, and it took her a long time to wake up, and she heard Zheng Guihua crying and scolding, Lin Jiaming's voice was depressed, and he sighed in a low voice: "Lao Zheng, Lao Zheng, don't ...... like this"

"I hate it, my parents are quarreling again, I'm dead, I still have to go to work tomorrow morning!"

Lin Zishu beside him muttered as usual, pulled the quilt to cover his head, turned over and fell asleep again.

Lin Zijiao's heart jumped, and he quarreled again? So the eldest father and the eldest aunt often quarreled?

"I have to drink that little bit of urine all day long, and I don't care about anything at home......"

Zheng Guihua's scolding suddenly became louder, and in the darkness, Lin Weiguo's faint sigh came: "Alas, ......"

There was a loud noise from next door, as if something had been slammed hard to the ground.

Lin Zijiao turned over and sighed lowly.

Lin Zijiao in his previous life really didn't know these things.

The eldest father has a great reputation in the village, he is a well-known person with great ability, he eats public food with a salary, and is willing to help relatives, and if his relatives ask him for anything, he will try his best to do it.

The big daddy's family eats rice and white noodles every day, and he also brings fine grains and cotton cloth to his grandparents and several brothers during the New Year's holidays.

The eldest aunt is a very famous virtuous daughter-in-law, and several children in the family wear better clothes than the children in the village.

I didn't expect this home to look at the scenery on the surface, but there is such a side behind the scenes.

His elder brother Lin Weiguo was an educated youth in the most difficult pastoral area, and he almost lost his life.

My sister Lin Zishu has to get up at half past four in the morning in winter to go to work.

In her memory, the kind and enthusiastic aunt caught her children and husband and could scold her at any time, and the big daddy who used to seem omnipotent in her eyes turned out to be an alcoholic and often went home drunk.

The most important and unbelievable thing is that this family that looked at and was beautiful in his previous life often quarreled in the middle of the night.

Thinking of the metal card issued by the street on the door frame, which was printed with the words "Five Good Families", Lin Zijiao suddenly remembered a famous saying.

Life is like a gorgeous robe, open it and you will find that it is actually crawling with lice.

It's really a scripture that is difficult to read.

In the dark, Lin Zijiao looked at the roof with his eyes open, listened to the sound of crying, scolding, apologizing and throwing things from next door, and finally fell asleep in a daze.

Lin Zijiao woke up late the next day, and when she woke up, she had missed breakfast, maybe because she was recovering from a serious illness, or maybe the family was busy forgetting her existence, but no one told her to get up.

Lunch was made by Lin Weiguo, he baked cakes, fried shredded potatoes, and the family ate in silence.

For some reason, Lin Zijiao always felt that Lin Weiguo seemed to be different from last night, there was a bit of melancholy hidden between his eyebrows, and he looked preoccupied.

However, it seemed that only she noticed her brother's abnormality, Lin Jiaming and Zheng Guihua were eating separately, the atmosphere at the dinner table was dull and serious, and the two didn't pay attention to their son at all.

Thinking of the quarrel he heard last night, and then looking at the old and new scarred enamel water tanks on the table, as well as the two parents who were eating expressionlessly and had no children at all in their eyes, Lin Zijiao felt that the white flour cake rolled with shredded potatoes in his hand was not so fragrant.

This family's scriptures are not easy to read.

After eating, Lin Weiguo went out in a hurry, and didn't come back until dinner, without saying a word, his face gloomy.

At dinner, the atmosphere at home eased a lot, Zheng Guihua seemed to have nagged enough, and her face was not as gloomy as it was at noon.

Lin Jiaming was eating and asked about Lin Weiguo's presence in Wulinqi.

Lin Zijiao suddenly felt in his heart, it seems that this family is not particular about food and sleep, but parents will not say any useless words with their children at all.

In fact, compared with many patriarchal or superb parents, Lin Jiaming and Zheng Guihua are just putting up a shelf in front of their children, which is really not a big disadvantage.

However, Lin Zijiao, who knows a little bit about psychology, thought that in such a family atmosphere, the child's psychology is actually very depressing.

Fortunately, she was already a middle-aged woman in her forties when she came, and she had no adolescent rebellion, let alone the care and care of her parents.

Although the atmosphere in the house had an impact on her, it was not very great.

Lin Weiguo was eating, fighting his spirits, and said a few interesting things about Wulinqi.

He navigated the hardships of pastoral life, and was silent about the dangers he encountered.

"Well, if you have the opportunity, let's find a way to come back, your age is not too young, and you can't always eat as a meal with ideal blood or something. ”

Lin Jiaming said, looking at his son who was immersed in eating.

Lin Weiguo promised in his mouth, thinking that the policy has loosened a lot since the beginning of this year, and in Shajin Sumu, where he is located, many educated youths have returned to the city through various ways and means.

Even if my mother didn't know, my father would have known about it.

It's not impossible for him to go back to the city if he wants to, but he doesn't care about using those methods, and he doesn't want to spend his family's money to get through the relationship.