Chapter 22 Children are important
"Jiajia, did you see my USB flash drive when you washed your clothes, it was full of information. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" Yin Cairu walked into the living room without changing her shoes, Yin Cai Ru looked at Yin Cai Ru in surprise, Yin Cai Ru looked at Yin Mu in surprise, Lao Yin sat aside, pulled his face, and didn't say a word, "Mom and Dad, why are you here?" ”
Wang Jiajia explained, "Mom and Dad come and see, by the way, let's talk about the USB flash drive." Jiajia hurriedly went to the room, opened the bedside table drawer, took out the USB flash drive and handed it to Yin Cairu, "Is this it?" ”
Although Yin Cairu was in a hurry, he knew the purpose of his parents' uninvited visit: "Dad, Mom! If you are because of the child, I have nothing to say, but I beg you not to force Jiajia, I am in a hurry to work. ”
Yin Cai said that he was in a hurry to go to work, but his parents had no intention of moving, and he didn't even move a step.
Visual confrontation, like a life-and-death battle in the middle of winter, with equal equipment and the same number of people, it depends on who wears a winter coat to keep out the cold, of course, it doesn't matter if you wear less, persistence is also a victory.
"Hey, what's that called?" Lao Yin slapped his legs helplessly and left with his head down. Yin Cai is like only feeling a gust of wind around him, blowing himself shuddering.
Lao Yin retreated, the Yin mother was isolated, full of words, there was no way to talk about it, she smiled unexpectedly, but in her heart she scolded Lao Yin for being a soft egg.
"Let's go, aren't you in a hurry to get to work?" Yin Mu said casually, and finally said something in front of Yin Cairu.
If Yin Cai appears in time, it is not necessarily a good thing, the Yin mother did not say what she should say, the most tormented is Wang Jiajia, not to say that it is difficult to sleep and eat, and she has to speculate with anxiety from time to time with anxiety What the Yin Mother wants to say to her, if it is about giving birth to a child, then what kind of attitude to state the attitude.
The yin mother couldn't hide her anger, and scolded the old yin for cowardly wrapping soft eggs, and the spine became looser and looser, and she almost gnawed the earthly people to come to the front of people.
"No wonder you didn't get any of the old man's inheritance, I think you are fierce, who wouldn't say cruel words? Who's afraid of you? The yin mother crossed her hands in front of her chest, and she was out of breath, "Okay, now the more you live, the more cowardly, you don't even dare to say a cruel word, at such an age, you have no prestige in front of your son, what's the point of living." ”
Lao Yin doesn't say a word, the reason is very simple, where is the old man talking about his daughter-in-law, how can he open this mouth? The taste of being caught in the middle has made him depressed, and when he goes home, he has to face the Yin mother's downfall and abuse, Lao Yin really feels that his ancestors are unfair to him, and he is about to enter the ground, and the chickens and dogs at home are jumping, and the life is simply unbearable.
Yin Cai is like a person in Cao Ying, and his heart is in Han, and the eight hours of work are like eight years. On this day, Yin Cairu made more than 20 phone calls to Wang Jiajia, afraid that her parents would kill her, and every time Wang Jiajia faced Yin Cairu's worries, she said easily: "It's okay, I don't mind what to say, I'm ready for divorce." ”
And every time Yin Cairu replied: "You can't divorce me without my consent." ”
Every time she heard the resolute tone, Wang Jiajia was secretly relieved, if the previous dissatisfaction made her live like a year, then the current inseparability has made her satisfied.
Yin Cairu's worries still became a reality in the uneasiness, and at about seven o'clock in the evening, according to the yin mother who couldn't bear the mood, decided to go again. Women's hearts are narrower than men's, and they usually don't talk overnight.
The yin mother opened the door of the house silently, it was really unfortunate that Yin Cai was making love with Wang Jiajia in the living room. Fortunately, the intimacy at that time was just a prelude to the march.
"Pack yourselves up." The Mother of Yin turned around, panicked. Yes, even if you have the key, you should knock on the door first, and young people nowadays really don't have a good track to do things, especially the problem of personal style, ten years ago, when they were guilty of hooliganism, they were shot.
"Mom, what are you doing at night?" Yin Cai is like tidying up clothes, serving tea and water, and asking the female mother to sit down. Wang Jiajia was embarrassed, lowered her head, although she didn't speak, but her heart was like a mirror, this is the rhythm of not stopping until the goal is reached, what you don't finish in the morning, continue in the evening.
Ming people don't do dark things, open the window to say bright words, and the yin mother doesn't hide it, although the old yin is not angry, but here she can't let it go: "It's still a child's business, I have to make it clear, it's your business whether you like to listen or not, but whether you talk about it depends on my mouth." ”
What the yin mother said is straightforward, yin is like scratching her ears and scratching her cheeks, which is a posture of loving to listen or not listening, it is clear that you have to listen to it and you have to listen to it or not.
"Mom, we're not in a hurry about the child."
As soon as these words came out, the yin mother almost vomited blood, and she was furious: "Come on, come on, you stretch your face to me, and I'll slap you." ”
"Mom, this matter is my responsibility, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for you, and I'm sorry for Yin Cairu." Wang Jiajia picked her fingers and took a breath and said, "I ......"
Yin Cairu held down Wang Jiajia and interrupted her: "The matter of having children is our business, you don't have to worry about this matter in the future, we still live our lives, and now we are living very well, we have a two-person world without children." "Yin Cairu emphasized, 'We are doing well without children'. A gust of wind blew through the neck of the mother, and she looked at the balcony, which was spacious.
"What do you mean, mom can't control you?"
"Mom, I'm married and married, what do you care about me? What else worries you, as long as we live a good life, isn't it also your wish? ”
"You don't even have a child now, why don't you let me worry about it?" The yin mother got up and walked straight to the balcony, opened the screen window, and stretched her neck out of the window to look, "The eighteenth floor, it's quite high, I don't know what it will look like if I jump down." ”
Yin Cairu's face suddenly turned pale, and he was busy running to the balcony, but Yin Mu stopped him: "Stop, don't come, come over and I'll die to show you." While speaking, Yin Mu deliberately glanced at Wang Jiajia. In fact, the hint of this look is too redundant, from the time she entered the door to the present, everything the Yin Mother said was said to her.
"Mom, don't be like this, if you have something to say, I'll listen to you." Wang Jiajia said very calmly, because she had already seen through the mind of the female mother.
"Listen to me, listen to me, and you will give me a big fat grandson." is straightforward.
Although Wang Jiajia has been mentally prepared, she is still frightened, if nothing else, she can't give birth to a child at all. Yin Cairu was so frightened that he couldn't say a word, and stood stupidly, his mind blank.
"I'm sorry, Mom, can we sit down and talk?"
"If you two don't give me a clear word today, I'll jump down and die, what's the point of living."
Yin Cai Ru had no choice, silently walked into the kitchen and took a kitchen knife: "Mom, you want to jump off the building, okay, you jump down and I will wipe my neck, and we will die together." ”
"Ouch, son, I just forced you to have a child, I didn't force you to ...... with me" Yin Mu didn't dare to say 'dead', unlucky, taboo.