In April, it was a good season, and the light rain was getting more and more, and it was raining for several days in a row, and the streets and alleys were like mud.

Ding Shujiao opened the door and stood at the door for a while, watching the water dripping from the eaves in front of the door, she felt a little cold, so she closed the door.

On the small bed in the house, Zhao Xiaolei kept coughing. The child is three weeks old, fat, bald, not at all like Ding Shujiao, and certainly not like Zhao Sanjiao.

"Why doesn't this kid look like anyone?"

A straight-mouthed person once said this, saying that Zhao Sanjiao and Ding Shujiao were very faceless.

"The child is small, and he hasn't grown yet!"

Ding Shujiao always plays a round like this.

Oh, yes! After all, the child is still young, so small that he can't see his appearance, like who is not easy to say. Many children are born with the same small faces, fat and wrinkled, and when they grow up, they grow up, so they grow up, each with their own mother, and each with their own father.

It's just that since then, Zhao Sanjian has always liked to look at this child, and after seeing too much, he frowned from time to time, so that an obvious "Chuan" character pattern appeared between the two eyebrows.

Yes! This kid has eyebrows, and the eyebrows don't look like them; Nose, nose is not like; Mouth, mouth is not like; The eyes are even more unlike, that is, when they grow in the future, will they become their own appearance? It doesn't matter if it's like yourself, it's okay if it's like Ding Shujiao!

Ding Shujiao pretended not to see anything, to hear nothing, and the days were still like boiled water, day after day.

On this day, Zhao Sanjian sat on the edge of Xiao Lei's bed with a porridge bowl, staring at the child's little face, and was stunned. Seeing that Ding Shujiao was a little impatient, she pushed the leftover fabric on the countertop to the side, vacated a small space, and took the medicine bag.

"Why do you always watch endlessly! Why don't you hurry up and drink the porridge and go to work! ”

"Oh!" Zhao Sanjian replied lightly.

Seeing that Zhao Sanjiao was indifferent, Ding Shujiao stretched out her hand and pulled the quilt forward, covering the child's face.

"Don't look at it! I'll talk to you! Did you hear that? If you don't work, what do you eat? You let us drink the northwest wind? ”

"What are you doing here? You're going to suffocate the kid like that! ”

The quilt covering the child's face was quickly lifted by Zhao Sanxie, "The child is so small, you don't think about it, such a heavy quilt can cover the child's face!" ”

"Why not! My own children, I can do whatever I want! ”

Hearing Ding Shujiao say this, Zhao San was stunned for a moment, he didn't say anything, silently drank the porridge in the bowl, took the basket beside him casually, found something in it, and said, "Don't say it, this kid is really not like me!" The mouth is a little like you! ”

"What do you mean?"

"It's not interesting!"

"Do you suspect that this child is not yours?"

"Nope! I just wanted to say, like you too! Looks so good! ”

Ding Shujiao opened the paper bag containing the medicine, took the small scale, and weighed it while thinking about something thoughtfully.

"Just like me!" She raised her head and looked at Zhao Sanjian, put down the things in her hand, and said, "Isn't Zhao Xiaoshuang not like you!" ”

"This kid .."

Zhao Sanjian stopped talking, retracted his gaze indifferently, picked up the porridge bowl that had been drunk, got up and went back to the back room.

The small pot on the stove "hissed" and steam steam was rising. Ding Shujiao poured the boiled herbs in the small pot into the white porcelain bowl, blew it with her mouth, and tasted it lightly, the medicine was a little bitter, and the bitterness jumped straight from her mouth.

She frowned, found brown sugar and added it to it, tasted it again, and finally nodded with satisfaction, and used a small spoon to put the black medicine

When the juice was fed to the child's mouth, the taste should not be satisfactory to the child, and he began to cry again as if he had been wronged.

Ding Shujiao has long been used to it, this child is always crying, let alone taking medicine. Also, when other children see their mothers, they are down-to-earth and stop crying, this child is just the opposite, as long as he sees himself, he cries all the time, from intermittent crying to his face swollen and red, no matter how he coaxes. At this time, Zhao Sanjiao had to put down the work in his hand and take over the child in Ding Shujiao's hand, saying that it was strange that when the child arrived in Zhao Sanjiao's arms, the crying stopped abruptly.

"It seems that this child is still close to you!" Ding Shujiao said.

Zhao Sanjian didn't speak, and continued to pat the child, but his brows stretched.

"How can I talk to you, you always ignore you?"

"Nope!"

"Why not, it's been many times!"

"I work a lot, and I don't want to talk much!" Zhao Sanjian turned a blind eye to her dissatisfaction and said calmly. He made the child a small bed and gently placed him on it.

Zhao Sanjian is interested in women, whether they are fat, thin, pretentious, or superficial. Anyway, as long as it's a woman, he'll never hate them. He fantasized about the days when there would be women, and it seemed that with women, his life would be settled. However, Ding Shujiao really lived with him, and he had another feeling, which was not at all what he had imagined before, and he didn't like it at all.

Repressed feelings, to be exact!

She, in front of him, is always so superior, always so unsatisfied.

Also, Zhao Sanjian really doesn't know if she loves him. That night, he was close to her, he just kissed her, but she reached out and slapped him, he was a little angry, he simply hugged her, she resisted, she broke free, he didn't say anything, he just wanted to do one thing!

The result was that the two people began to be silent!

Zhao Sanjian was silent first, and Ding Shujiao was also silent.

Later, she took the initiative to come to him, like a child who had done something wrong.

Woman, what an inscrutable animal! She was like a play, constantly changing characters in front of him, female animals, empresses, poor people.

The child calmed down, Zhao Sanjian sighed softly, got up and went back to the back room to get his cigarette.

As soon as Zhao Sanjian left, the child reflexively cried for no reason.

Ding Shujiao threw away the medicine bag in her hand in annoyance, walked to the side of the bed, and picked up the child, and the child's crying became more violent.

"Didn't I tell you? You don't hold him! The more you hug, the more he cries! He's afraid of you! ”

Zhao Sanjian rushed over, reached out and hugged the child from Ding Shujiao's arms, and patted it gently.

The crying gradually subsided.

"I'm his mother, why can't I hug it?"

"But as soon as you hugged him, he couldn't stop crying, crying endlessly! It's annoying! ”

"What's wrong with crying? What child's family doesn't cry! ”

"Cry, cry! It's annoying to cry! ”

"Enough of these days!" Ding Shujiao said that her face was displeased, her face was red, and she wantonly tossed the medicinal herbs on the table back and forth.

"As I said, I'm just a craftsman, and I barely make ends meet in a small business, so naturally I can't compare with the Meng family, a silk merchant!" Zhao San said with a stalk around his neck.

Also! For a woman who has lived in a large family, the days of fine clothes and fine food seem to be gone, replaced by endless rice washing, lighting fires, cooking, and serving crying children. No matter how you calculate, life is tight!

She's really not used to it!

"Alright, alright! Neither did I

Say what! Stop arguing! ”

Zhao Sanjian pulled the corner of the quilt for the child, "Regret following me?" He said.

"Hmm!"

Ding Shujiao sighed helplessly, what else could she say? Marrying Meng Jiagui, the life she wants is not what she wants, but after all, it is a big family, and there are people waiting for her, so she doesn't have to worry about her livelihood.

But the days of leaving the Meng family and following Zhao Sanjian were so boring and boring, so broken and poor, this was not the life she wanted to live!

Zhao Sanjian sniffed and said, "As the old saying goes, marry a chicken with a chicken, marry a dog with a dog, don't say anything!" Just accept your fate! ”

Ding Shujiao's nose said, "Hmph! "For a moment.

Will she accept her fate?

Two days later.

On the small bed, Xiao Lei was sleeping.

Ding Shujiao bent over and laboriously rubbed the clothes in the laundry tub, her back hurt, she raised her head, wiped the sweat on her forehead with her arm, and her hand stopped in front of her eyes, only to notice that there was a thick layer of calluses in her open palm. These hands were originally a pair of slender jade hands, holding a small silk flower fan fluttering butterflies, holding eyebrows and makeup, playing the piano, or dancing and writing, singing the spring and the moon! And now, in order to make a living, he is soaked in cold water, washing stinky clothes and socks like a rough man, and he has become extremely rough! Turning his head sideways, a tired and withered face was reflected in the mirror! She couldn't bear to look any more, and turned her head back.

This is still the same self!

A young grandmother from a large family who has clothes to stretch out her hands, food to open her mouth, and enjoy the glory and wealth of a large family has now fallen into such a field! It's like a waiter!

Zhao Sanjian walked in, saw that she was washing clothes, and threw over a few heavy dirty clothes, almost covering her body.

"Let's wash these pieces together!"

Ding Shujiao glanced up at him, grabbed the dirty clothes, threw them back, threw them on Zhao Sanjian's body, and fell to the ground.

"Won't you wash yourself?"

Zhao Sanjian said, picked up the dirty clothes on the ground and threw them over.

"I don't have time to do laundry! I'm going to get busy with the tailor's business, and I'm going to make money! ”

Ding Shujiao snorted coldly, "Just the few stinky money you earn, what are you going to do!" A man is embarrassed to say that he earns so much money! Eat wotou pickles every day! Eat like dog food! What a life I'm living here! ”

"You're going to marry me yourself! I didn't force you! ”

"I just didn't think that you were so useless!"

Zhao Sanjian was hurt by his self-esteem, and he was so angry that he trembled, "I work so hard to earn money, work day and night, look at people's faces outside, get angry, and be angry at home like a mother-in-law like you!" You dislike me for being poor, you dislike me for being poor, you didn't want to follow me in the first place! ”

"How did I know you were so useless!"

"You're useless!" Zhao Sanjian jumped like thunder, and the suppressed dissatisfaction in his heart erupted like a volcano. "Such an ungrateful woman! Don't be content! Have you forgotten that if Xiaoshuang hadn't rescued you in the first place! If we hadn't taken you in, you wouldn't know where to ask for food! Then he scoffed, "What? Do you still want to live the same kind of life as before? You can go back to Mengfu! Go back and see if they still want you! Who let you run out! ”

Ding Shujiao was so angry that she covered her ears, trembling all over, and kicked over the laundry tub on the ground. Such a big movement woke up the child in the bed, and he cried incessantly.

The water flowed all over the ground, and the ground was in shambles.

Ding Shujiao hugged her head, squatted on the ground, and cried.

Zhao Sanjian looked at Ding Shujiao coldly, the original delicate and clever young grandmother of the Meng family has now become so hateful, he sighed and brushed his sleeves away.