Hearing his wife say this, Lin Jianjun's first reaction was not to be happy, but to be afraid from the bottom of his heart. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info He felt that his wife seemed to be sinking deeper and deeper into the hallucination, he used to just believe that his son Xiaofeng was still alive, on a deserted island, and now he actually saw that his son was coming back? Maybe what relatives and friends said was not wrong, they should have asked Shen Shuzhen to go to the hospital earlier, so as not to make her symptoms worse.

"Jianjun, you see I bought a lot of dishes that my son likes to eat, and I will cook it myself tonight to wash the dust for our son," Shen Shuzhen said as she walked to the kitchen.

Lin Jianjun's heart at this time can be described as mixed, he silently closed the door, looking at his wife's busy back in the kitchen, the corners of his eyes almost fell tears.

This scene is very familiar to Lin Jianjun, although his wife has not cooked for nearly a year, but since she married into the Lin family, Shen Shuzhen can definitely be called virtuous.

Not only can she clean up the house in an orderly manner, but she can also cook good dishes, even the wholesale business that she is running around outside, Shen Shuzhen can also help a little, Lin Jianjun once felt that he could have such a wife and a filial son Xiaofeng, which is the happiest thing in the world.

Now the wife was busy again, as before, she put on that dark red apron, picked out the vegetables she had bought from the market, and skillfully washed them in the sink, and looked like she had been virtuous again.

But Lin Jianjun knew very well in his heart that this was just an illusion. Shen Shuzhen has fallen into her hallucinations and can't extricate herself, not knowing how this farce should end if her son doesn't show up.

Lin Jianjun suddenly realized that after losing his only son, his wife Shen Shuzhen might also leave him. He sat on the couch in the living room, miserable.

More than an hour later, Shen Shuzhen began to bring the prepared dishes to the table, Lin Jianjun glanced at them, and sure enough, they were all the home-cooked dishes that his son liked to eat, cuttlefish pork belly, radish pork ribs, celery beef, mapo tofu, chopped pepper fish head, and a vinegared shredded potato.

There are all kinds of aromas on the dining table, it seems that although Shen Shuzhen has not cooked for a long time, her cooking skills have not deteriorated at all. Lin Jianjun looked at the dazzling array of delicacies in front of him, but he couldn't be happy in his heart.

The wife had already brought out six dishes, but the pot was still not free, and she didn't know how many dishes she was going to cook before she would stop. Lin Jianjun felt that it was impossible for his son Xiaofeng to come back, which meant that all the dishes could only be eaten by the two of them, and most of the dishes might eventually be dumped into the trash.

Lin Jianjun sighed heavily, after deliberately reducing the number of orders for more than a year, the family's income was less than half of what it used to be. Although it has not yet reached the point of worrying about food and clothing, it is definitely necessary to live with your fingers twisted. Cooking so many dishes tonight is undoubtedly a waste of most of their living expenses for half a month.

It's just that for all this, Lin Jianjun can only watch silently, he can't bear and dare not dissuade his wife, for fear of causing greater stimulation to her fragile nerves. Lin Jianjun only hopes that tonight's move was an accident of his wife, and the same thing will not happen again in the future.

Just when Lin Jianjun was struggling in his heart, the doorbell at home suddenly rang a cheerful bell, Lin Jianjun raised his eyes in some surprise, usually there are no guests at home at this time, how can anyone ring the doorbell?

"Jianjun, go open the door, our son is back!" Shen Shuzhen poked her head out of the kitchen and said, her face filled with a bright smile that she had never seen before.

This smile made Lin Jianjun stunned in his heart, and at a certain moment he seemed to feel that his wife had really returned to the past, and her expression looked heartfelt, no different from ordinary normal people.

The current scene is what Lin Jianjun used to encounter, reading newspapers or TV in the living room, browsing the important news of the day. And his wife was busy cooking in the kitchen, and when the meal was almost ready, his son Lin Zifeng also came back from school. This child is often lost, and when he is in junior high school near home, he often forgets to bring his key, so the doorbell will ring on time every evening, and his wife will poke his head out at this time and ask him to open the door for his son.

It was as if it was still yesterday, Lin Jianjun remembered it all, his heart suddenly moved, and his body stood up from the sofa and walked quickly towards the door.

The doorbell was still singing happily, for some reason Lin Jianjun suddenly felt nervous at this moment, he hoped that he would push open the door and see his son standing at the door. In that way, everything is back to the way it was, and I still have a normal family of three, eating dinner cooked by my wife together, and enjoying themselves. Will such a miracle really happen?

Lin Jianjun's hand was on the doorknob, and under his gentle turn, the wooden door that was particularly heavy today was pushed open by him, and two young figures stood at the door, and one of the familiar voices shouted, "Dad, I'm back." ”

Lin Jianjun's pupils widened instantly, his eyes were full of disbelief, his eyes were firmly fixed on the face of the young man in front of him, it was really his son, Lin Zifeng. If Lin Jianjun believes that there are gods in the world, then at this moment, he really believes it. Because just a second ago, he did keep praying in his heart that the person he saw after opening the door was Lin Zifeng, but he didn't expect this prayer to really come true.

"Xiaofeng, son, is it really you?" asked Lin Jianjun with a trembling voice.

Seeing his most familiar relatives again, Lin Zifeng's eyes turned red in an instant, but soon a smile appeared on his face again, and he teased and said, "Dad, I haven't seen you for a year, you won't know me, right?"

The corners of Lin Jianjun's eyes were uncontrollable, a tear dripped from his eyes, and he cursed, "Stinky boy!" The two hugged each other tightly.

In fact, when he grew up, the relationship between Lin Zifeng and his father, like all other ordinary families, would not be very close. It is rare to communicate and chat, and the intimate action of hugging is even more rare, but today's hug between the two fathers and sons is very natural, and it is completely a true expression of affection that only relatives can have.

After hugging for a few seconds, Lin Jianjun noticed that there was another girl standing next to his son, with a very beautiful face, so he asked, "Son, who is this?" (To be continued.) )