Belle leaned against the door frame, leaning forward hard, his clothes hanging on the wooden frame, only to hear a stabbing sound, and the clothes scraped open.

"Oops, my clothes are torn." Belle was distressed, it was a piece of clothing that she hadn't worn twice.

Wang Wenxing is not deep, let a girl's house sit at home. Staring at Huang Ying, Huang Ying raised her feet and entered the courtyard.

"Belle, sister will help you mend your clothes."

Belle rejoiced, took the yellow warbler by the hand, and the three of them entered the house. "Sit, girl, I'll make tea." Wang Wenxing carried the food box to the kitchen.

He wore a homely coarse cloth suit and crouched in front of the stove to light a fire. Wang Wenxing is not engaged in farming, has not experienced the baptism of wind and sun, has fair skin, delicate facial features, and looks much younger than his actual age.

In addition, he behaved elegantly, squatting there and fiddling with branches and firewood in his hands, and also fiddling with the bookish air. Slowly, methodically.

Someone behind him giggled, "Oh, I said Lord Wang, you make a fire like this, if I'm thirsty, I can't wait for you to boil water." Is ignition the same as writing an article, you still have to think about it. ”

Wang Wenxing turned his head, Huang Ying was wearing a pink skirt, youthful, beautiful, bright and moving, looking at him with a clever smile.

Wang Wenxing's face turned red for no reason, he turned his face away, and said to Huang Ying to the stove; "Let the girl laugh, I'm a clumsy man who can't work. Otherwise, the child would not have left me. ”

He blurted out and said such things, I don't know whether to vent his grievances, or to emphasize his current situation to Huang Ying, I am a divorcee and currently single. He didn't even realize the subtext of what he was saying.

Huang Ying just couldn't stand his clumsiness, "Get out of the way, I'll come." I have a specialization in the art industry, and if I write articles, I can't hold back two words in a year. ”

Wang Wenxing got up to make way, took a stool next to him, brushed off the dust on it with his sleeve, and put it at Huang Ying's feet.

He made a meticulous and considerate move, and Huang Ying secretly said that his wife was really an unblessed person. This person has a good character and a delicate mind.

Wang Wenxing stood aside, watching Huang Ying's neat technique, and soon the fire was blazing. Huang Ying boiled water, and the hot rice was completed together, the water boiled here, and the food was hot there.

Wang Wenxing followed Huang Ying's side and stretched out his hand to help, "You don't need to interfere here, you are responsible for eating and drinking." Huang Ying smiled at him.

Wang Wenxing's face turned red again. Oh, I've been single for too long, and the girl smiles at herself, and she will blush when she reaches middle age. Wang Wenxing despises himself.

However, this small kitchen, because of this cheerful, diligent, and bright woman, has become different from the past.

Belle ran in to join in the fun, the piece of cloth suddenly on her lap. "Daddy, I'm here to help."

Wang Wenxing said with a smile: "Stinky boy, disheveled." Wang Wenxing smiled heartily.

Huang Ying also smiled, "In the house of poetry and etiquette, there are many rules." When we were young, we were much more indulgent and our parents didn't discipline us too much. Wang Wenxing and Huang Ying looked at each other and smiled.

Belle stood and tilted her head to look at her father, and suddenly said, "Sister, you will come often in the future." Father will be happy. ”

A child's intuition is sensitive and accurate. It's like a family, and the atmosphere of laughter and harmony suddenly becomes embarrassing because of a child's childish words.

Huang Ying's cheeks were suddenly hot, and Wang Wenxing, with the help of his son's gods, simply let go of his heart. Since Huang Ying helped him several times, he had an impression of Huang Ying in his heart.

Now the three of them get along with each other, which makes him feel happy. He looked away and whispered, "Miss Ying, stay and dine with our father and son." ”

Wang Wenxing took the initiative to invite, Huang Ying's face turned even redder, and it was inappropriate to stay. If you don't stay, I'm afraid of hurting the hearts of my father and son.

Huang Ying: "Belle, my sister still has work to do in the store, I came to bring you food." My sister will go back to work in the shop today. You have to eat more with your father. ”

Wang Wenxing was a little disappointed, "Belle, listen to my sister." ”

Huang Ying stuffed the food box into Wang Wenxing's hand and left quickly, Belle didn't understand how to leave just now.

His sister hasn't helped him sew his clothes yet. He lifted his foot to chase after him. Wang Wenxing called his son.

"Belle, go clean up the table. Daddy is hungry. ”

Belle: "Daddy, Belle is hungry too. He shouted at the back of the warbler;" Sister, if you come often, your father will be very happy. ”

Huang Ying's footsteps were slightly tonn, and he actually trotted out all the way. Her heart was flustered.

Wang Wenxing also regretted a little, he was willful for a while, and he dared to say anything. scared Huang Ying, how old he is, how old is the girl. The son is called Huang Ying one by one. On the contrary, I have thoughts of indifference.

Wang Wenxing put the bowl on the table quickly, and the food traveled outside the world. The wonton soup spilled onto the table.

Belle moved the dishes and chopsticks to her, and looked at her father absent-mindedly, and he blinked his big eyes and looked at him thoughtfully. Wang Wenxing barely came back to his senses.

"Belle, eat quickly, it won't taste good if it's cold."

He served a bowl of wontons himself and reached out to tear the roast goose. "Father, do you like Sister Huang Ying?"

Belle's question was straightforward. Wang Wenxing didn't notice it for a while, his wrist exerted force, and the roast goose jumped out of the basin, and the basin was brought to the edge of the table. Belle leaned against the table, blocking the plate from falling.

"Children know what they like and what they don't like." Wang Wenxing wondered about his son's precociousness.

"Of course I know, I like Daddy, Daddy likes me. I like Sister Xiuying, I like Sister Huang Ying. To like is to be happy. Belle's explanation is well-founded.

Because someone enlightens the concept of liking. Li Yi asked him this question. While the two sides were eating, they discussed emotional issues, and Huang Ying ran out of the courtyard of the Wang family.

Walking to the alley, she stopped, leaning against the wall, her hands on her chest. Chest pounding.

I ran too fast, and my heart was beating nonstop. The little girl asked him to deliver the meal, which turned out to have another deep meaning. I was actually encircled by her.

Huang Ying is a big girl in her twenties, and now that she goes home to visit relatives, her parents will look at her with sad eyes. The daughter of his own family is smart and ingenious, and she can get back the silver every month.

The Gu family is still filial, her sisters are married, and the dowry is earned by Huang Ying to accompany her. Their old couple owes their daughter, and they just let their daughter pay for the family, but they can't find a good family for their daughter and let her get married.

The daughter has high eyes and wants to marry a scholar, how can their old couple get to know the scholar at this level, to put it simply, it is the family background that delays the daughter's marriage.

So whenever Huang Ying came home, she was faced with the eyes of her parents who were both worried and guilty about herself. Huang Ying felt uncomfortable, and the number of times Huang Ying went home decreased year by year.

Am I sticking to something wrong? The troubles that Huang Ying tries not to face up to on weekdays have resurfaced.