Chapter 44: You can't deny that I have no feelings for this family

Odora tossed and turned until two or three o'clock in the night before going to sleep. Father Le, who has always had no big opinions on Le Xiaoxue's friendship, inevitably had a complaint: "Xiaoxue, your friend, still drink so much wine at night?" Because she was afraid that she would go back so late and be blamed by her uncle for her alcohol, Ódora planned to spend the night in Le Xiaoxue. But she didn't think that in the traditional concept of honest and responsible Daddy, it was not right for a girl to return late, and drinking alcohol was not what a good girl should do. At first, he thought that the child was very good, polite, understanding, and not arrogant, but now it seems that it is really a little uneasy.

Le Xiaoxue knew what her father was worried about, and she was worried that her daughter would one day become like this under her leadership. But no one knows better than Le Xiaoxue what kind of person Ódora is, she is good at using the appearance of King Kong to hide her true thoughts, and then tell others that I'm okay with an indifferent attitude, I'm fine, I'm not afraid of Ódora.

The next day's tuition is at 10 a.m. Although Le Xiaoxue was not late, she forgot to bring her own textbooks and notes. The person who met Le Xiaoxue and left her was the boy's mother, and she bluntly stated that the reason why she would use her was because she had heard that she had won the first place in the grade in many exams in the seventh middle school. Le Xiaoxue didn't care what reason she used her, she only knew that as long as she was in office for one day, she should do her best to teach her children seriously and responsibly every day.

The boy's name is Liang Jingwei. I am twelve years old. In the nearly a month that tutored him, Le Xiaoxue met his grandparents, his uncles and aunts, Sister Zhang who cleaned their house, and Uncle Li's family, who lived next door. Important people, inconsequential people, she has seen round and round. But only Jingwei's father, she has only seen a few times, and most of them are side faces, backs, and voices. It is said that he is a new teacher at a certain university, and his schoolwork is so large that he has no time to take care of his children's studies.

When Le Xiaoxue was tutoring, Jingwei's mother spent most of her time in the kitchen making soup. The scent always circled from the kitchen to her nose through countless cycles. She thought how happy she should be as this woman's husband! How many people are out for a day, and a hard day is nothing more than having a hot meal to eat and a hot bath after returning home. But how many people are willing to quit the glamorous life outside, only revolving around the suction machine all day long.

But what made Le Xiaoxue still puzzled was that no matter what kind of overtures she faced, Jingwei's father's response was always light. He said, "Put the soup aside, and I'll drink it when I'm done." As a result, when the soup was cold over and over again, Jingwei's mother was hot again and again, and I didn't see him come downstairs to drink.

Le Xiaoxue had no intention of caring about the relationship between the couple and the couple, but it was the often weird and cool atmosphere in their home that made her uncomfortable. He spoke loudly, for fear of upsetting the hostess who was in a bad mood. The voice was quiet, and I was afraid that the hostess would misunderstand that she was lazy. As a result, Le Xiaoxue sometimes doesn't know where to put her hands and feet. Just like today, when she changed her shoes at the entrance, she clearly felt the oppressive tension in the room.

It was Jingwei who came to open the door, his eyes were red and swollen, obviously showing signs of crying. A twelve-year-old boy is no longer like when he was five or six years old, and he relies on tears to express his emotions when he encounters anything unpleasant. So what made him so sad when he knew that tears would not solve any problems?

Before she could ask what was going on, the figure of an exclusive man on the couch caught her eye. If she didn't admit it, it should be Jingwei's father. It's just that what makes her strange is that at this point in time, isn't Jingwei's father usually in school?

As if knowing her identity, Jingwei's father beckoned to Jingwei and said, "Jingwei, take your tutor to the study, you are not allowed to come out without your father's permission." Although he did not use a stern tone, there was sternness everywhere between the lines.

That was the first time Le Xiaoxue had come into contact with Jingwei's father's gaze. Although his gaze was not suffocating, Le Xiaoxue was still restrained and even afraid to breathe. She thought that maybe she was about to enter college, and his identity happened to be a university teacher.

At this time, she probably never dreamed that she would have an indescribable relationship with him in the future.

Not long after Jingwei and Le Xiaoxue entered the room, Jingwei's mother Lin Xue walked out of another room with a heavy suitcase. She seemed so anxious to get out of the place that was suffocating her, so she didn't even notice that the zipper of her suitcase wasn't tightly pulled to reveal the clothes inside.

Liang Lixing kept looking at her coldly, looking at her like a naïve child losing his temper, and finally a few words popped out from between his teeth: "Lin Xue, have you made enough trouble?" Do you still have what it looks like to be a mother? ”

Trouble? Is she messing around? Is he accustomed to her humblingly asking him like a servant every day, are you cold, hungry or not, even if you get a cold ass, you are willing to stick it with your hot face, so he feels very faceless in the face of her sudden resistance?

Lin Xue said almost self-deprecatingly: "Lixing, I have been married to you for fifteen years, and you touch your conscience and say, how does I, Lin Xue, treat you?" I can't wait to dig out my heart, my lungs, and all the vital organs in my body to you as a proof of my love for you. But what about you? You turn a blind eye, you disdain, you take this love for granted. Why? Why? ”

Liang Lixing's face gradually turned pale. Perhaps, as Lin Xue said, this was the first time she had resisted him, and he felt that his strong male self-esteem had been challenged like never before, so he was very angry.

Yes, Lin Xue is fine. For him, he gave up his favorite career, for him to devote himself to educating their only son, and for him he was willing to become the legendary washerman and cook. But because of such heavy love, he often feels breathless. How many people are eager to go home because the home is warm, reassuring, has a tear-relieving effect, and also has a pain-relieving effect. But every time he came home, he felt an indescribable sense of exhaustion. He didn't even know where this exhaustion was coming from.

"Lin Xue." Liang Lixing's voice softened for some reason: "You also know that we have been married for fifteen years, how many fifteen years can we have in our lives?" Do you think fifteen years is fifteen minutes, fifteen days? If there is no love, if it is not because of love, who wants to spend fifteen years living with someone they don't love at all? Lin Xue, maybe I will never love you as much as you love me, but you can't deny that I have no feelings for this family. And "Liang Lixing looked at the room where Jingwei was and said softly: "Shouldn't we consider the child's feelings first in everything we do?" ”

Lin Xue remained silent and did not speak. And Liang Jingwei inside the door, the tears of forbearance finally broke the embankment.