Lao Zhao looked at Su Qinghe inexplicably, he used to love this woman deeply, but she also hurt him deeply, the past is all gone by the wind, if you fall into it again, I am afraid that you will live up to the people you are today. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

smiled at Mia beside her, as if reassuring her, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it." Mia nodded.

Su Qinghe looked at him with some resentment, Lao Zhao's face was calm, he realized that when Su Qinghe was together, he had never done anything to be sorry for him, causing all these consequences, and he didn't care about anyone's right or wrong, he had already let it go.

"Actually, we are over, I also have my new life, you can also start your own life. Why cling to the past? Lao Zhao said patiently.

She was silent and didn't answer, then suddenly stood up again, walked up to Lao Zhao, and slapped Lao Zhao without warning.

Mia exclaimed, glaring at Su Qinghe. The two women were already in a hostile situation because of a man, and now Su Qinghe is simply provoking Mia, how not to make her angry!

Lao Zhao was slapped and stared at Su Qinghe tightly, his face was depressed, and he was about to reach the limit of his outbreak.

"You bastard! I'm still your wife, I don't care if you look for a woman outside, but don't bring her to me! Su Qinghe said with tears in her eyes, and then walked straight out of the box.

A dinner that should have been pleasant, because Su Qinghe became tasteless, under Zhu Fatzi's repeated apologies, Lao Zhao raised his foot and kicked the dead fat man's buttocks, and said, "Don't interfere in my business!" Mess with me. ”

After Zhu Pang smiled, he said, "Didn't I see that Qinghe has always been obsessed with you?" During the time you were abroad, she went to your house to clean almost once a week. Every time you come out, your eyes are red, although you don't admit that she is your wife, but I can see that she has never forgotten you. What do you think you're messing with? A few years ago, I still loved honey and oil, how did it become like this now? He was a little depressed when he said that, he was also married, his children were in junior high school, his relationship with his wife has always been very good, and his family career was also smooth, far from the ups and downs of Lao Zhaolai.

"If you don't understand what's going on, don't mix it up." Lao Zhao had a headache, he thought that as time went by, Su Qinghe, a woman, would probably let go, but this woman was really good at drilling the horns.

Don't care about her, Lao Zhao began to comfort Mia on the side softly, her mood seemed to have been low since just now, and it seemed that she had a knot.

All these sins are of his making! Lao Zhao smiled bitterly, but he had to face it.

Fortunately, in the next few days, Su Qinghe did not appear, and Mia's mood slowly improved with Lao Zhao's efforts, and she got up early in the morning today to pack her things and prepare to go to Lao Zhao's hometown.

Originally, I returned to China for the New Year, and I bought a lot of things in the mall a few days ago, all of which were available to the elderly. I haven't been home for a long time, and Lao Zhao also wants to do his filial piety.

Lao Zhao's hometown is in the northernmost part of Jiang Province, and there are no direct trains, let alone flights. In desperation, Lao Zhao still decided to drive back, after all, there was still a woman with a big bag.

I drove an Audi that I hadn't driven for a long time from the underground garage of the community, and after washing the car and filling up the gas, I went directly to the highway.

Leaving at seven o'clock in the morning, knowing that it was difficult to reach the boundary of his hometown at eight or nine o'clock in the evening, if he drove to the village where his hometown was located, it would take at least an hour or two, and it was estimated that his parents had already fallen asleep at that time.

Staying in a hotel in a small town, the hotel environment in the countryside only makes people frown, fortunately the bedding on the bed is quite clean, Lao Zhao and Mia washed their faces and went to bed early, he drove a full twelve hours without sleep, he was really tired, and he fell asleep after a while.

Under the orange bedside lamp, Mia looked at Lao Zhao's frowning brow when he was asleep, and her slender fingers touched his eyebrows, sighing in her heart. Although Lao Zhao was not very willing to tell her about his past, she still felt that Lao Zhao's past seemed to have left many scars in his heart, so that he was reluctant to mention it too much.

Leaning down and gently imprinting her lips on his cheek, Mia turned off the lamp and fell asleep in the dark.

It was a quiet village, with a large road paved with earth and stones, and on the edge of a large endless ridge of fields, which were covered with green and rape. A large area of green shrouds the field of vision, and it still looks quite spectacular.

Lao Zhao opened the car window, and the cold wind poured into the car, which was not very good, but he still did not close the window, there was the breath of the land in his memory.

Not far from the line of sight, there are finally patchwork houses, most of which are three-story floor houses, not like those independent villas in the city, the buildings in the countryside are boxy, sitting north and facing south, and the people who are particular about it put tiles on the outside or paint a layer of white lime, reflecting the brilliant light in the sun.

Every family is a detached family, and the door of the house is like to put a layer of cement on the ground, and plant all kinds of vegetables on the empty land, which looks simple and natural. This is not a "happy farm" in the city, this is the craft of rural people to support themselves all their lives, simple and hard, but it has fed generations of people.

Lao Zhao was a little emotional and reminiscing, and Mia was curious, after all, although she had been to China, she had never seen the countryside where most people lived.

"Zhao? Over here...... It's beautiful, it's not at all like a German village. ”

When Lao Zhao heard this, he said, "It's good if you like it." ”

Under the warm winter sun, Zhao Zecheng squinted his eyes and sat with his wife in the leeward corner of the house comfortably basking in the sun.

The older this old woman gets, the more verbose she becomes, and a few days ago she saw the yellow dog next door and several of his babies coming back, and she drove a car and carried gifts into the house, and she began to talk about when her second son would come back.

Every year before the Chinese New Year, he has to chant for a while, and his ears have long been calloused, but he knows that if the old woman doesn't say a few words, he must not leave much snot at night. What do you look like when you're in your seventies and eighties, and you're still crying?

"That's it! You don't have to say a word, the second boy is busy with work, there is nothing in the big city, and he is also married and naturally has his daughter-in-law to take care of him, what are you worried about? ”

"I'm thinking about my second boy, are you old man in charge? It's all your fault for being a dead old man, dying to save face, and you haven't been home for a few years because you've been angry! What kind of iniquity have you made? Ji Xiu'e immediately stopped doing it, pointing at Zhao Zecheng and scolding.

The two old husbands and wives have been forty or fifty years, and the edges and corners have long been smoothed, Zhao Zecheng picked up the hookah gun in his hand, lit a match, smoked it twice, and thought about it: "I made evil? The things caused by the second boy, without my old face in the village, can it be settled? There was some indignation in the words.

"Is that a thing? If you didn't want that face, and you wanted the second son to marry the daughter of the Li family back then, would you have given birth to so many bad things? Ji Xiu'e said this, just complaining.