The Plow

When Ling Shu returned home, Ling Yao was still awake.

She just sat upright on the sofa, with her hands on her knees, wondering what she was thinking.

Ling Shu subconsciously touched the corners of his mouth and collar.

I don't feel it, it seems a little swollen.

The collar was also a little damp and messy.

Especially the back, there may be some moss on it.

The sideburns are wet, and you can tell the difference at a glance.

But Ling Yao didn't ask.

She just glanced at Ling Shu, then lowered her gaze again.

"Your brother-in-law hasn't come back yet."

Ling Shu thumped, and couldn't care less about grooming.

"It's so late, are you working overtime?"

Ling Yao: "I called his office, but no one answered."

If you work overtime, someone should answer the phone.

This is indeed a bit weird.

Ling Shu said: "It's raining outside, maybe it's delayed by something, I'll go out and have a look."

"Bring your umbrella, have you eaten yet?"

Fortunately, Ling Yao hadn't completely forgotten about his younger brother, so he got up to get him an umbrella.

"Eat, eat!"

Ling Shu came and went in a hurry, and disappeared at the door in a blink of an eye.

The dark night is even more chaotic because of the rain, just like an ink painting that has been splashed with water and becomes blurred.

Ling Shu opened the umbrella and walked out of the house, facing the damp soil with the smell of smoke.

...the smell of smoke?

He followed his breath.

There is a man standing under the eaves.

Not Saturday.

"Why haven't you left yet?" Ling Shu was surprised.

"Finish this cigarette."

Yue Dingtang said, took a deep breath of the tail smoke, threw it on the ground and stamped it out.

"Suppress your anger outside and then go back."

Ling Shu: ...

He felt that the flame that had just been extinguished seemed to rekindle from somewhere in his body following these words.

The memory flows back to a certain moment, and the two people who are in a trance are still burning with firewood.

Fortunately, it was dark, and the other party could not see his face.

Otherwise, there is no momentum.

Ling Shu patted the corner of his clothes out of nothing.

"I'm going to find my brother-in-law."

Yue Dingtang: "What?"

He still doesn't know what happened to the Ling family recently.

Ling Shu had no choice but to explain in a few words.

"I'll go to the concession area to have a look, maybe my brother-in-law went there."

Yue Dingtang said: "Your brother-in-law is definitely not there."

"How do you—"

Knowing that the two words have not been uttered, Ling Shu has already seen Zhou Thirty.

He walked hurriedly, didn't even bring an umbrella, kept his head down all the way, and only found Ling Shu when he got close.

"Ashu, why are you here? This is... Mr. Yue?"

Yue Dingtang nodded in greeting: "Hello."

"Hello, hello!" Zhou Sa was a little embarrassed, "Come in and have a seat!"

He described himself as embarrassed and drenched, Ling Shu moved the umbrella over his head, but Zhou Sa didn't seem to notice it.

Even Yue Dingtang could see that his mind was not his.

As soon as Zhou San inserted the key into the lock, the door opened.

Ling Yao stood behind the door, looking at him coldly.

"You still know there is this home."

Zhou Sa smiled awkwardly: "I have something to do, I'm late."

Ling Yao turned and went inside without even looking at him.

Ling Shu murmured: "I seem to smell the smell of world war, why don't I go to your house tonight and make a living."

"Avoiding is not the solution to problems."

Yue Dingtang said cruelly and pushed the person in.

Ling Yao's anger accumulated to a certain level, and he didn't care whether his younger brother or outsiders were present at all.

The two of them started arguing.

According to Zhou Sa, he said that he met a lost child on his way home, and he wasted time by helping him find his home.

But Ling Yao didn't believe it at all.

"Count it yourself, how many times have you come back late in the past two months! You have never come back so late before. The last time you met an injured old man, the last time your boss had something to keep you, this time It's a lost child again, why did you let all the world's affairs go to you? Don't you blush when you say this? Zhou Sa, has the relationship between us reached the point where we need to use lies to maintain it?"

Speaking of the latter, Ling Yao's face revealed a look of sadness.

Zhou Sa was also anxious: "A Yao, listen to me, I really didn't lie to you!"

Ling Yao asked abruptly, "Who is that woman in the concession?"

Zhou Sao was taken aback.

Ling Yao: "Do you think that no one knows about your tryst in the concession? Is that woman your concubine?"

Zhou Thirty subconsciously looked at Lingshu.

The latter shook his head violently like a rattle, meaning he didn't find out by himself.

Zhou San frowned and asked Ling Yao, "Are you following me up?"

Ling Yao sneered: "Why, are you guilty when I ask you?"

Zhou Sa: "If I have another heart for you, I will be struck by lightning, and I will die!"

Ling Yao: "So who is that woman?"

Zhou Sa: "She is a widow, I have nothing to do with her, nothing!"

This is an indirect acknowledgment of the existence of women.

Ling Shu supports the forehead.

Sure enough, the quarrel between the two became more intense and heated up.

Ling Shu got a headache from the noise, and felt the wine he drank in Fei Leng Cui surge up from his stomach again, so he had to tiptoe back to his room quietly.

After entering the house, I realized that there was an unexpected guest.

"What are you doing here?" He rolled his eyes.

"It will be one night with you." Yue Dingtang said calmly.

He had never been to Lingshu's room, so he took the opportunity to look around generously for a week.

Ling's family is far inferior to Yue's, so Ling Shu's bedroom is naturally not as expensively decorated as his. It is just a desk and bed, and simply put some books and stationery.

Yue Dingtang was wet all over and couldn't sit by the bed, so he pulled the chair in front of the desk and sat down.

Ling Shu was convinced: "You really don't treat yourself as an outsider."

Yue Dingtang: "Then do you treat me as an outsider?"

One sentence left him speechless.

The driver had already gone back. It was raining now, and there were no rickshaws nearby. He probably couldn't do anything if he wanted to go back.

Ling Shu pinched his nose to acquiesce to this fact, and resigned himself to looking for towels and clean clothes from the closet.

"My clothes are all cheap, please don't dislike Mr. Yue."

Yue Dingtang easily fought back: "It doesn't matter, I am willing to make do with people, let alone clothes."

Ling Shu's teeth itched.

The arguments outside became louder, and Ling Shu's rebuttals that he wanted to retaliate were also stuffed back.

The quarrel between husband and wife, Ling Shu, who is the younger brother, finds it difficult.

After all, Ling Yao's suspicion was just suspicion, and no evidence had been found yet.

Ling Shu had never seen the woman she was talking about.

Although Zhou San's current behavior is indeed a bit suspicious, but they have been married for so many years, Ling Shu can see his kindness to Ling Yao, Ling Yao has no children under his knees, and he has always felt a little guilty, Ling Shu also knows.

Even if Zhou Sa really had a woman outside, Ling Yao didn't even think about the step of divorce, he just cried and vented to his younger brother, and she didn't want to use any of the methods Ling Shu offered her.

It is difficult for an upright official to decide on housework, Ling Shu feels a headache, worse than drinking three catties of white wine.

At some point, when Yue Dingtang came out of the bathroom, he saw Ling Shu sitting there in a daze.

The quarrel outside has also disappeared, and there is silence.

Ling Shu's expression was bewildered, dull and dull, like a child who encountered a problem, unable to know what to do, at a loss.

Kind of cute.