Siheyuan: I just want to live

After Lou Xiao'e moved into the courtyard house, she thought that Chen Feng could enjoy the blessing of being surrounded by beautiful women, but things went against her wishes. Not only that, even Jin Ling, who always slept in the same bed with him, slept in a separate room.

This sudden change made Chen Feng extremely depressed and he was unhappy the whole day.

However, in sharp contrast to Chen Feng's depression, the lives of other members of the family have become colorful and full of laughter since Lou Xiao'e moved in.

Especially the children, who are on summer vacation. Every morning, Lou Xiao'e drives the van filled with a group of children and happily shuttles through the streets and alleys of the city.

The children looked at the ever-changing scenery outside the window excitedly and chattered non-stop.

Lou Xiao'e listened to their words patiently, and from time to time she would tell them some interesting stories or introduce them to the scenic spots along the way.

Since the van was driven away by Lou Xiaoe, Chen Feng had no choice but to push out his already worn-out bicycle again.

This bicycle has been with Chen Feng for many years. Although it is a little old now, it can still be used for transportation.

Therefore, every morning, Chen Feng could only ride his broken bicycle to go to work. Along the way, he pedaled hard against the cold wind, feeling an inexplicable sadness in his heart.

In this way, the days passed one by one, and before we knew it, the New Year was approaching.

Although Chen Feng had a very unhappy time during this period, he felt somewhat relieved when he saw his family members were happy.

On New Year’s Eve, the sun shines through the thin clouds onto the earth, adding a bit of warmth and joy to the cold winter.

Every household is decorated with lights and filled with laughter, and the festive atmosphere is everywhere.

Lou Xiao'e's family is no exception. On weekdays, Lou Xiao'e always likes to drive her children through the streets and alleys of the city, but today is different from the past, after all, it is the Chinese New Year!

She chose to stay at home and busily prepared the fillings and made dumplings with Jin Ling.

This year, with the addition of Lou Xiao'e and her two sons, Chen Feng's family, which was already quite large, has become even more lively.

Therefore, Jin Ling specially prepared more varieties and larger quantities of fillings than before, including leek and pork filling, three-fresh filling and so on. Just smelling the fragrant aroma makes people salivate.

Although Lou Xiao'e and Chen Yue seldom cook, making dumplings is not difficult for them and they can learn it quickly.

I saw the two of them skillfully put thin dumpling skins on the palm of their hands, scoop a spoonful of fragrant stuffing, and then pinch and close them deftly, and a beautiful dumpling was done!

Although they are not as fast as the experienced Jin Ling, the dumplings they make are also quite presentable.

At the same time, on the other side, Chen Feng and several boys were happily busy posting Spring Festival couplets.

They held the Spring Festival couplets they had bought earlier and the freshly prepared paste in their hands, carefully applied them on both sides of the door frame, and then carefully aligned and pasted the couplets.

The red Spring Festival couplets look particularly bright and eye-catching in the sun, as if they have covered the entire yard with a layer of festive attire.

Having just finished posting all the exquisite Spring Festival couplets neatly, Chen Feng straightened up, clapped his hands lightly, and admired the fruits of his labor with satisfaction.

At this moment, he caught a glimpse of a small figure walking towards him quickly. Looking closely, he found that it was his youngest son, Chen Shuo.

Chen Shuo trotted to Chen Feng and stood in front of him. He looked up, blinked his big eyes and looked at Chen Feng, and said timidly, "Dad, can you give me some money?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Feng couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, secretly curious about what this little guy wanted the money for.

He squatted down, looked at Chen Shuo in the eye, and asked gently: "Xiao Shuo, as for the money, Dad can give it to you, but you have to tell Dad first, what are you going to do with the money?"

Hearing his father's question, Chen Shuo hesitated for a moment, as if organizing his words in his mind. After a while, he mustered up the courage to answer.

"When I passed by the alley just now, I saw a big pile of cow dung. I want to buy some firecrackers and blow up the pile of cow dung!"

After saying this, he excitedly gestured the possible scenarios that might occur during the explosion.

Chen Feng listened to his son's innocent words, and for a moment he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He reached out and touched Chen Shuo's head, and patiently persuaded him.

"Xiao Shuo, let's not go blow up cow dung! Look at this brand new and beautiful dress of yours. If it gets dirty by accident, your mother will see it and beat you up!"

After hearing Chen Feng's words, Chen Shuo was stunned at first, then slowly lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

He was seen with his brows slightly frowned and his eyes fixed on the ground, as if he was weighing the consequences of blasting the cow dung in his mind.

Time passed minute by minute, and finally, after a long ideological struggle, Chen Shuo slowly raised his head. His eyes, which were originally full of expectation and excitement, now became a little dim.

He looked at Chen Feng, a look of disappointment on his face, and said softly, "Okay! Dad, I won't blast cow dung anymore!"

Chen Feng's heart softened when he heard his son's words about giving up blasting cow dung. He walked forward, reached out his hand and gently stroked Chen Shuo's little head, saying softly: "Well, Xiao Shuo is the best! Dad knew you would be obedient."

As he spoke, he looked at Chen Shuo with a smile, his eyes full of kindness.

However, at this moment, Chen Feng reached into his pocket and fumbled for a while, then took out two crumpled one-yuan bills.

After carefully unfolding and smoothing them, he stuffed them into Chen Shuo's small hands and said, "Take these two dollars and call your brother to buy some firecrackers together!"

"But remember, don't ever think about blowing up cow dung again, okay? Otherwise, Dad will be mad!"

After saying this, he deliberately put on a stern face and acted serious.

Chen Shuo widened his eyes, staring at the crumpled banknotes in his hand, his eyes flashing with irrepressible excitement.

His hands were shaking with excitement, and he nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and shouted loudly: "Yeah, Dad, I know! I will never blow up cow dung!"

Before he finished speaking, Chen Shuo turned around impatiently like a wild horse with its reins released, and ran away.

Chen Feng squatted quietly, looking at Chen Shuo's receding back, and a smile of relief appeared on his face involuntarily.

That smile was as warm as the spring sun and as gentle as the summer night breeze, as if it contained endless love and pampering for her son.

Not until Chen Shuo's receding figure completely faded from Chen Feng's field of vision did Chen Feng slowly stand up. His movements seemed a little lazy, as if all the strength in his body had been drained away.

Afterwards, he was seen walking slowly towards the main house at a leisurely and unsteady pace.

When Chen Feng finally stepped into the main house restaurant, he was stunned by the scene in front of him. It turned out that Jin Ling and several others had already sat around the dining table, busy making dumplings.

Look at those neatly arranged dumplings, the number is staggering, but judging from their posture, it seems that they are not going to give up yet.

Seeing this, Chen Feng hurriedly walked to Jin Ling's side, and asked with a smile on his face, "Wife, do you need me to help you pack?"

However, in the face of Chen Feng's initiative, Jin Ling just shook her head gently and replied softly: "No need, dear, these dumplings are basically enough for all of us to eat. After we finish making all the remaining noodles, we will stop making more."

After saying that, she raised her head and looked at Chen Feng, her eyes full of tenderness and smiles.

Then, as if she suddenly remembered something, Jin Ling asked again: "By the way, husband, have you put up all the Spring Festival couplets over there?"

Hearing this, Chen Feng nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice and said, "I have already pasted it, my wife! I just ran over to find you as soon as I finished pasting it."

At this moment, a deafening sound of firecrackers suddenly came from the originally quiet and peaceful yard.

Jin Ling, who was concentrating on making dumplings in the kitchen, was suddenly frightened by the sudden and unusually loud sound of firecrackers. She trembled all over, and some filling fell out of her hand that was holding the dumpling skin.

Her heartstrings, which were already tense from her concentration on making dumplings, were instantly torn apart by the loud noise, and her heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

After she calmed down a little and stabilized her mind, Jin Ling patted her frightened chest and slowly turned her head to look at Chen Feng who was sitting next to her. She asked him, "Did you give Chen Xu money?"

Hearing Jin Ling's question, Chen Feng was stunned at first, then he quickly shook his head like a rattle and responded hurriedly: "I didn't give Chen Xu any money! I swear to God, I really didn't!"

However, after hearing Chen Feng's decisive answer, Jin Ling's face showed an even stronger look of doubt. She frowned slightly and asked.

"Since you didn't give Chen Xu any money, where did Chen Xu get the money to buy the cannon? It can't be that he just conjured it out of thin air, right?"

Facing Jin Ling's questioning, Chen Feng first chuckled, then bared his big white teeth and said proudly: "Although I didn't give money to Chen Xu, I did give money to Chen Shuo!"

After saying this, he looked at Jin Ling with a slightly cunning look, as if waiting for her reaction.

Seeing Chen Feng like this, Jin Ling couldn't help but give him a fierce look and said unhappily:

"What's the difference between giving money to Xiao Shuo and giving money to Chen Xu? They have always been good brothers. If you give money to Xiao Shuo, isn't it the same as giving it to Chen Xu indirectly?"