From the birth of a son to the separation of Nuwa and her path to becoming a god

Five days passed in a hurry, and Mother Meng held her hand with tears in her eyes and gave instructions for a long time. She originally thought that her daughter would stay with them after returning home, but unfortunately Qiao Xingchen showed up.

The Meng family's parents were quite open-minded. Even if they disagreed or disapproved, they still never thought of forcing their daughter to stay.

I don't know when we will see each other again.

Meng's mother could only turn her motherly love into cash and prepared five large bundles as tall as a man for Meng Liu, all of which were full of food.

I have made about ten sets of clothes, each for spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Meng Liu was also a little sad, but thinking that she could return to the city by taking the college entrance examination in the future, she was full of energy and made up her mind to supervise Qiao Xingchen even more when she returned.

This time when he returned to Qinghe Village, Meng Wen accompanied him, and he did not meet Yue Heng again.

Meng Wen's frown deepened as he followed his sister from train to bus and then to bullock cart.

He really doubted that someone who grew up in such a place was worthy of his sister giving up the bustling Shanghai market for him?

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Qiao Xingchen's new year has been boring, and there is no soft wife beside him to hug.

Rumors also spread in the village. Many people said that Meng Liu had abandoned him and returned to the city and would never come back again.

Even though she promised him she would come back before she left.

But Qiao Xingchen still felt a little insecure.

Others don't know, but he knows.

Returning to the city may be difficult for other educated youths, but for Meng Liu, it is nothing at all. Her father is a factory director and her mother is also a women's director. With such a family background, it is easy to arrange a job.

Feeling a little self-blame and a little guilty, as the days passed, Qiao Xingchen was thinking that if she didn't come back, he wouldn't blame her.

After all, compared to life in the city, Qinghe Village is indeed too miserable.

On the ninth day, Qiao Xingchen pushed the wheelchair out of the house early in the morning.

Grandma Qiao was cleaning the yard with a broom. It snowed a few days ago and the ground outside was covered with snow. When her grandson came out, she could guess why.

Grandma Qiao sighed. Her grandson was too honest. She had clearly mentioned not to let Meng Liu go back next year, but he always thought about Meng Liu, and in the end he could only suffer for himself.

Turning the wheelchair over: "Grandma, let me clean it."

"I don't need you. I've been lying on the kang for the whole year, and my bones are going to be tender. I just wanted to find something to do to relax my muscles and bones."

Qiao Xingchen pursed her lips, not knowing whether the old lady really thought so or said it deliberately for him.

Grandma Qiao: "Go in and wait. It's cold outside. It's not good for your legs to have cold wind."

Qiao Xingchen shook his head: "I'm not cold, it's okay, grandma."

Seeing his insistence, Grandma Qiao went into the house, took out the big cotton-padded jacket that Meng Liu had made for him years ago and put it on his lap.

Qiao Xingchen felt a little apathetic. He was such an adult and still needed his grandma to take care of him. Alas.

"Keep it covered. Don't let your wife come back and catch a cold. You are no better than before. If you catch a cold or have a fever, wouldn't you give money to the hospital?" the old lady scolded with a straight face.

Qiao Xingchen agreed honestly.

"Qiao Xingchen——" Meng Liu's careless voice came from far away.

Grandma Qiao and Qiao Xingchen's eyes lit up, and the old man and the young man hurriedly walked out of the yard.

Before she could go out, Meng Liu had already come in carrying her baggage, and with her was a young man.

Grandma Qiao quickly went to the kitchen to pour two cups of hot water, which she had cooked early in the morning, because she was afraid that her granddaughter-in-law would not be able to take a sip of hot water when she came back.

"Come on, drink some water first. You are tired from riding in the car. Grandma will go make some noodles for you."

Meng Liu and Meng Wen drank a large glass: "Grandma, I still want to drink."

"Okay, okay." Grandma Qiao took the cup with a smile and asked Meng Wen, "Do you still want to drink?"

Meng Wen nodded sheepishly.

The two drank two more glasses of water before putting down the glasses.

Qiao Xingchen took Meng Liu's cold hand distressedly and rubbed it in her palm with a sigh of relief.

Meng Wen was sure at just one glance that this man was Qiao Xingchen, whom his sister kept praising.

He asked why his sister would rather stay in this country place than go back to Shanghai. It turned out to be because of male lust.

From the oldest to the youngest, the entire Meng family is obsessed with appearance, and Meng Liu is the most extreme. When she was young, she knew she would only play with good-looking boys.

Meng Wen couldn't fault Qiao Xingchen's face, it was extremely rare even in the Shanghai stock market.

Meng Liu smiled and introduced them: "This is my eldest brother, his name is Meng Wen, and this is my husband, his name is Qiao Xingchen."

After being looked around by Meng Wen with a scrutinizing gaze, Qiao Xingchen called out: "Brother."

"Yeah." Meng Wen's attitude was lukewarm.

Qiao Xingchen also roughly knew the reason. He touched his nose and continued to warm his face and touch his cold buttocks: "Shanghai City is quite far away. How did the elder brother think of coming back with Meng Liu?"

Meng Wen rolled his eyes: "Nonsense, no one in my family knows about my sister's marriage. We are not allowed to see if the other party is a human or a ghost?"

Qiao Xingchen smiled coquettishly: "Yes, yes, it's time to see. Brother, please go into the house first. I'll help grandma cook. Let's eat something and rest first."

Meng Wen waved his hand: "You go ahead and go ahead, I'll take care of myself."

After saying that, he went out with his hands behind his back and started doing research. The main purpose was to visit the village and ask how the Qiao family was and who Qiao Xingchen was.

Meng Wen now works in the municipal government, mainly as a secretary, and often helps leaders visit the countryside, so he is very comfortable doing this.

Qiao Xingchen felt a little uneasy. Before marrying Meng Liu, his reputation was not really good.

He absent-mindedly cracked several eggs and cut a few pieces of beef. Just as he was about to cut it, Grandma Qiao quickly grabbed the kitchen knife.

"What are you thinking! I almost cut my hand! Isn't it enough that my foot is broken? You want to give me your hand too?" Grandma Qiao scolded her unceremoniously.

Glancing at her grandson's worried face, Grandma Qiao said to herself: "The conditions of our family are like this. Getting married is not enmity. An ugly daughter-in-law has to meet her parents-in-law. Looking at the entire Qinghe Village, there is no one who is worthy of her. Meng Liu, but so what?

You are already married, and their family conditions are good, but you don’t need to worry too much. If you don’t have it now, you can rely on your own hands. Who knows you won’t have it in the future. Stand up and stand up. What does a grown man look like? talk! "

Qiao Xingchen straightened her back reflexively, knowing that grandma was telling the truth. She hugged grandma with a playful smile and talked for a while.

Grandma Qiao directly pushed his wheelchair out of the kitchen: "Go and see your wife, ask how the baby is doing, and whether she is making trouble. I don't need your help here."

Meng Liu was packing the things that Meng's mother had brought to her in the house. Qiao Xingchen slid the wheelchair in, grabbed her waist directly, and let her sit on his lap.