Chapter 29： Zhao Di is ill

Zhong Jianguo did not deliberately lower his voice, Song Zhaodi heard what he said to Erwa and Dawa, and inexplicably felt like raising four children: "I'm going to beat your dad, you guys Don't come out."

"Okay!" Erwa complained, afraid that his father would beat him, so he didn't dare to go out.

Song Zhaodi went outside and saw Teacher Yao and Qian Qinghua with half a bag of things coming into the yard, and hurriedly greeted them: "What are you doing?"

"When I was packing, I found that there were still half sacks of clothes that Qinghua wore when he was a child." Teacher Yao smiled shyly, "We're leaving, Lao Qian may be like this in his life. I still want to say thank you to all of you. If it weren't for Teacher Song... even if I divorced Lao Qian, my children would still be implicated by that woman in the future." As he spoke, tears welled up.

Qian Qinghua patted Mr. Yao on the shoulder: "Mom, don't cry, it's all over. Mr. Song, my mother said there's nothing I can give you, don't dislike these old clothes, Keep it for the big baby and them to make shoes."

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"Although I don't know when the college entrance examination will resume, it will definitely not exceed 20 years. Even if it is 20 years, you were only thirty-seven at that time, and half of a person's life has passed."

Qian Qinghua nodded vigorously: "I listen to Teacher Song and will not give up studying."

"Mr. Yao, think about yourself more in the future." Song Zhaodi said, "Although your children are all grown up, but you are gone, their hearts will also be missing half. "

Mr. Yao wiped her tears: "Thank you Teacher Song, I, I will review myself." After a pause, "Mr. Song, thank you!"

"I helped you not for you, don't say thank you. It's getting dark, I won't leave you anymore. Qinghua, help your mother more in the future. Your father used to be in the military camp every day Here, it was your mother who pulled the three of you brothers and sisters so much." Song Zhaodi handed the bag to Zhong Jianguo and sent the two of them out.

Looking at Teacher Yao's hunched back, Song Zhaodi couldn't help sighing, "If Teacher Yao could stop Captain Qian when he first found out that something was wrong, how could he encounter such bad things? ."

"If she had the courage to stop her, Head Qian wouldn't dare to provoke Xiao Zhao." Zhong Jianguo didn't go out, relying on the bamboo fence to block, he pouted at the Lin family, "Head Lin doesn't Nothing happened."

Song Zhaodi nodded: "So it's good to have a strong wife at home."

Zhong Jianguo was about to nod his head when he realized that she was talking about a tough wife, not a good wife, and quickly said, "It's not good to be too tough. It's better for women to be gentle."

Song Zhaodi closed the door and walked to him with a smile: "Really?"

"Yes, yes or no." Zhong Jianguo was afraid that his meal was full of salt or had no salt at all, "You are the exception."

Song Zhaodi was dissatisfied with his answer: "You mean I'm not a woman?!"

"Of course, of course!" Zhong Jianguo subconsciously followed her words, realizing that he couldn't say no, he turned his tongue and almost bit his own, "I mean you are gentle or pungent. It's all good, yes, it's all good."

Song Zhaodi's eyes grinned into crescent moons: "Then do you think I should be aggressive or gentle in the future?"

Zhong Jianguo thought, I hope you will be gentle with me. But he didn't dare to say this kind of truth: "You can do whatever you like, I, I like it all."

"Pfft!" Song Zhaodi was very happy, but noticed that there was actually sweat on Zhong Jianguo's forehead, she couldn't help laughing, "What about you?"

Zhong Jianguo didn't understand: "What is it?"

Song Zhaodi reached out and touched his forehead: "See for yourself."

"Me?" Song Zhaodi pointed to herself.

Zhong Jianguo coughed lightly: "I said it's time to cook." After a pause, "Where are these clothes going?"

"Put it downstairs." Song Zhaodi said, "Keep what you can wear, and make shoes for you if you can't."

"And mine." Zhong Jianguo was surprised.

Song Zhaodi glanced at him: "I'm your daughter-in-law, shouldn't I make you shoes? Why do you look like the sun comes out from the west."

"I am flattered." Zhong Jianguo told the truth.

Song Zhaodi smiled and said, "If I were nicer to you, wouldn't you be so happy with epilepsy?"

"You have epilepsy!" Zhong Jianguo glared at her, turned and left.

Song Zhaodi went up and took Zhong Jianguo's arm. Headmaster Zhong froze, looked around subconsciously, noticed someone in the east, and said quickly, "Let go, hug and hug like that."

Song Zhaodi wanted to say, who is holding you? Looking along his line of sight, seeing Liu Ping staring at her and Zhong Jianguo with a handful of green onions, Song Zhaodi rolled her eyes, put her arms around Zhong Jianguo's neck, and gave him a kiss on the face.

Zhong Jianguo froze, turned his head with difficulty, widened his eyes in disbelief: "Song... Song Zhaodi, you, what are you doing?!"

"Kiss you, what's the matter?" Song Zhaodi frowned, "It's not a big girl, you want me to apologize for your innocence? I'll let you kiss it if it's a big deal." Mouth sent over.

Zhong Jianguo's eyes darkened: "You—cheeky!" Pushing her away, he hurried into the room.

Song Zhaodi shrugged and looked next door, Liu Ping had already disappeared. Pulling the corner of his mouth, Song Zhaodi strode in: "Zhong Jianguo, you know?"

Zhong Jianguo threw the bag on the chair and wanted to go upstairs. He noticed that the three children were in the kitchen. Song Zhaodi was in the way when they were cooking. Blocked by Song Zhaodi at the door: "I don't know what you are talking about."

"Brother Zhong, have you had breakfast? Brother Zhong, you're back. Brother Zhong, haven't you met someone from Lao Jiang this time?" Song Zhaodi asked with a smile, "Is there any impression? I can go on."

"Stepmother, why do you learn to speak like Aunt Liu Ping?" Zhong Dawa didn't understand, "It's very strange."

Song Zhaodi slid into the kitchen sideways: "Can you tell who I learned to speak? Your dad didn't even notice that, so stupid."

"Stupid!" The baby nodded.

Zhong Jianguo took a step: "Song Zhaodi, don't talk nonsense, don't think nonsense, there is nothing."

"What am I talking about, what am I thinking about?" Song Zhaodi looked innocent.

Zhong Jianguo choked, "...you know it yourself." Immediately, he urged Erwa to come out.

The eldest child looked at her father and then at her stepmother: "What happened to my father?"

Song Zhaodi: "Men are abnormal for a few days every month, don't worry. It will be fine in a few days."

When Song Zhaodi first arrived here last year, she met Liu Ping, the daughter of Master Liu, not only did Liu Ping not say hello to her, but also hummed with Song Zhaodi.

In the few days when Liu Yang came over, the two families were very close, Song Zhaodi went to Liu's house for dinner, Liu Ping didn't dare to hum at her, but she completely ignored Song Zhaodi and only stayed with Zhong Jianguo say.

Song Zhaodi couldn't understand, she didn't offend Liu Ping. Later, I found out that Liu Ping was like a little girl who was in love with Zhong Jianguo. Song Zhaodi was very speechless, and regarded her as a rival in love?

Liu Ping is the same age as Qian Qinghua, 17 years old this year, a girl Huaichun, it is normal to see a big brother who is a talented person next door. Song Zhaodi also had adolescence, so when she thought of her age, she was too lazy to care about her.

Today, Liu Ping looked straight at her. Zhong Jianguo didn't take the opportunity to have **** with her, so Liu Ping gave up and wanted to push her away? So Song Zhaodi made the noodles and gave Zhong Jianguo a pot, and then put some sesame oil and salt in the pot.

Zhong Jianguo saw that his son's bowl was shiny and shiny, and he didn't even have any oil flowers in his bowl, so he wanted to scold people very much. But when he thought of why Song Zhaodi did this, he couldn't say the swearing words.

After the meal, Song Zhaodi, who was full and well-fed, led the three children out for a walk. Zhong Jianguo cleaned the pots and pans, warmed a pot of water on the stove, and then went out to find her mother. Come back and wash your face and feet.

The highest temperature during the day is around 20 degrees, and at most seven or eight degrees at night, so that the big baby and the second baby are sweating during the day, and Song Zhaodi dare not let them take a bath every day, because he is afraid of catching a cold .

Song Zhaodi thought she was an adult and was in good health. She didn't take it seriously when she took a bath and felt a little uncomfortable in her nose. Seeing "I have something to say" written all over Zhong Jianguo's face, he wanted to laugh very much. The couple held symposiums every three days. I'm afraid they are the only family on Wengzhou Island: "What do you want to say?"

"You don't feel happy in the future, come to me directly, don't torture my stomach?" Zhong Jianguo said.

Song Zhaodi blinked: "Is there?"

"My noodles!" Zhong Jianguo had a headache, "There are only two of us here besides Sanwa, is it interesting that you pretend not to know?"

Song Zhaodi smiled and said, "I find it interesting. Let me find out that you are smiling at Liu Ping, and I guarantee that every meal you will eat in the future will be the same as today. Unless you change your wife."

"I'll try my best." Zhong Jianguo rolled his eyes helplessly, grabbed the quilt and covered it, still couldn't help but want to say, "She's just a little girl, and she'll be gone after two years. "

Song Zhaodi said "um", "If you think it's unnecessary, then do it your way."

"Then you continue to let me eat white noodles?" Zhong Jianguo replied.

Song Zhaodi's answer was to lift the quilt, turn into the quilt and hug the three babies to sleep.

Zhong Jianguo groaned feebly: "I must have been dizzy when I was in Xiaosong Village, and I didn't wear my eyes, but I thought you Song Zhaodi was simple, kind, and generous. It's a good thing. Girl. If I can go back to the past, I will definitely—" After a pause, he turned to Song Zhaodi, and found that he closed his eyes and ignored him at all. Zhong Jianguo rubbed his nose rather uncomfortable, swallowed the rest of the words, and turned off the light to sleep.

Song Zhaodi opened her eyes, turned her head to stare at Zhong Jianguo, and then closed her eyes again to sleep.

The next day, Song Zhaodi opened her eyes, rubbed her groggy head and sat up, saw that Zhong Jianguo was still sleeping, thought about it, lay down, and woke up Zhong Jianguo: "Let's cook. "

"You go." Zhong Jianguo's vigilance is very high, he will relax when he returns home, and his vigilance is also higher than that of ordinary people. When Song Zhaodi sat up, he was already awake, but did not open his eyes. Eyes, "I lead the three babies."

Song Zhaodi's original plan was to ignore Zhong Jianguo these few days: "I don't want to cook this morning. If you don't go, we won't eat in the morning."

Zhong Jianguo opened his eyes, saw that she was really motionless, and helplessly got up and put on clothes: "That's just a little thing, what about you?" After speaking, he turned his head to look at Song Zhaodi, and saw that she was silent, Weakly said, "I promise, I promise to take a detour when I meet Liu Ping in the future."

"I thought about it seriously last night. We are husband and wife and independent individuals. I shouldn't interfere with what you want to do." Song Zhaodi opened her eyes and looked at him, "You don't have to ask me. Promise. I won't care about you in the future."

Zhong Jianguo opened his mouth, and found that he didn't know how to refute, he thought for a moment: "I'll cook, you sleep a little longer." Putting on his coat, he walked out, and when he reached the stairs, he suddenly thought of , "What to eat?"

Song Zhaodi: "Whatever, I'm not hungry."

Zhong Jianguo sighed and couldn't help slapping himself. Last night, I should have slept or not, what should I talk to her about? This time it's good, I don't even eat food for chatting with people.

Going downstairs, Zhong Jianguo opened the cabinet and saw that there were rice and steamed buns, potatoes, yam and eggs, and he was overjoyed, isn't it just cooking? So many ingredients, easy!

Immediately, I washed rice and cooked porridge, went to the yard to pick up a handful of onions, and planned to make scrambled eggs with spring onions and fried vegetables for my sons.

Zhong Dawa leaned on the stairs, staggered down, heard the jingle in the kitchen, and instantly woke up: "Mother, what are you doing delicious?"

"Your mother is sleeping, I'll cook today." Zhong Jianguo was quite satisfied when he saw the onions he cut, "Son, I'll cook what you want to eat."

Zhong Dawa saw the green onions of different lengths on the chopping board, and said with disgust: "Is the food you cook edible?" After a while, "Don't waste things, I'll call my mother stand up."

"Stop!" The child has accepted Song Zhaodi, Zhong Jianguo doesn't want Dawa to think that Song Zhaodi is a willful mother, "Your mother cooks every day, if you want to take a day off today, you won't let it, Zhong Dawa , you want to make her tired and sick?"

Dawa stopped, very aggrieved: "I didn't."

"Help me make the fire, I'll fry the eggs." Zhong Jianguo said.

Zhong Dawa's eyes lit up, thinking that there are not many eggs at home: "Dad, I don't want to eat eggs, you fry lettuce. I really want to eat lettuce today."

"But I've already chopped the green onions." It doesn't matter what Zhong Jianguo eats. This morning meal is mainly for a few children, so he naturally respects the children's opinions.

Dawa: "Keep the lunch bar."

"Also." Zhong Jianguo thought for a while, "I'll go get lettuce."

Thank goodness the eggs were saved. Zhong Dawa breathed a sigh of relief, ran upstairs, opened the door and shouted, "Stepmother, get up, my dad wants to cook."

Zhong Dawa was a little sad when she saw this. She walked to the door and heard a cough. She looked back at Song Zhaodi and frowned, her eyes widened suddenly: "Mother, are you sick?!"

How fresh. Song Zhaodi was shocked by him and had to open her eyes: "Don't be noisy, I want to be quiet and go down to help your father make a fire."

Zhong Dawa wants to say, don't go to the hospital? Seeing Song Zhaodi closing his eyes when the words came to his lips, the child thought for a moment, then ran downstairs, and when he saw Zhong Jianguo, he shouted, "Dad, mother can't do it!"

Boom!

The pot in Zhong Jianguo's hand fell, and the freshly rinsed lettuce scattered all over the floor.