There is a wife at home

Tomorrow is Christmas, the sky outside the window looks a bit gray, it is probably going to snow, in the house, Mrs. Zhang is sitting on the sofa by the window, this sofa is decades old, and the leather on it has big holes There was a small hole in the cover, but Mrs. Zhang was not willing to throw it away, so she sewed a floral cloth cover on it. After so many years, even the patterns on the floral cloth cover could not be seen clearly.

Sitting there, Mrs. Zhang's face was paler than the sky outside the window, her eyes were staring at the sky outside, filled with water vapor, she didn't know whether she was fascinated by the wind or angered by Zhang Qing's words.

Zhang Fugui was also sitting on the edge of the bed, with one arm propped on his thigh, and with his head down, he could only see a head of gray hair, which was almost bald on the front of his forehead. The injury on his forehead hadn't healed yet. It took only two days to remove the stitches. Zhang Fugui was afraid of pain. Ever since his head was broken, no one would let him touch it. Mrs. Zhang said he would not let him see if there was any scab. But he used the other hand to stroke his hair over and over again, as if he completely forgot about the pain.

"Hey..." Zhang Fugui sighed deeply, patted his thigh twice, and then sighed again, "Hey... hey...

...? "I said you are annoying!" Mrs. Zhang couldn't help but sucked, her tone was choking.

Normally, Zhang Fugui endured it and passed it, but today he didn't. As soon as Zhang's voice fell, Zhang Fugui picked it up: "Is my right to groan in this family gone? Are you upset? Don't I bother you? How old is a child who has grown up like this, if something really happens, it will ruin his whole life!"

Zhang Fugui slapped his legs anxiously, Zhang's face turned black.

"Who is he to blame? His father Zhang Yuhe didn't do it himself! Did he listen when he was told not to marry that Japanese woman?" Mrs. Zhang pointed to the door with trembling hands.

"Are you right about this?" Zhang Fugui raised his head and stared at Mrs. Zhang, "Just let him marry whoever he wants. If you hadn't said such cruel words, Yu He would have been living abroad for so many years. Don't go home? You don't like Yu He in your heart, and you hate Qiqi wholeheartedly. If you didn't force the child away, would he have done this?"

"Dad!" Zhang Qing, who was sitting next to him and kept silent, saw that Zhang's face was getting paler and paler, and immediately stopped Zhang Fugui loudly, but it was too late.

As soon as Zhang Fugui finished speaking, Zhang's tears flowed down her face, and she couldn't hold it back.

"Yes, it's all my fault, is it all my evil deeds? I'm the one who's sorry for your old Zhang family, I'm a sinner!"

Zhang's voice changed as she spoke, Zhang Qing took out a tissue and sat next to Zhang, and wiped away her tears while saying, "Mom, don't cry, don't say that about yourself..."

Zhang Fugui also knew that what he said was serious, but at this moment he didn't want to bow his head, he held his breath in his heart, he couldn't go up and down, for so many years, he didn't see He Yifang again, and he didn't want to see Zhang's resoluteness back then. How could he really not care about it, they just live as a couple, giving in to each other, if it wasn't for this incident, he would probably keep it in his heart, take it into the coffin after death, and just pass by like this for the rest of his life.

"Mom, Dad didn't mean that, don't think about it..."

"Why isn't he? He's been thinking that way all the time. If I sleep in the same bed with him, I won't know what he's thinking? He blames me, blames me for driving Yu He away, blames me for not accepting Japanese wives, blames me for not being able to give up my children stay by your side."

"Isn't it?" Zhang Fugui could eat people with a sullen face, "If you hadn't done a good New Year's Eve dinner back then, would the children have been pissed off one by one? Could they not come back? The outsiders are Say, my sons and daughters are promising, doing great things outside, making a lot of money, but do you know what is said behind the scenes? What is the use of making money? Once I come back, I will die in this house one day, and no one will wear mourning for me!"

Mrs. Zhang was still in a state of self-blame, but when she heard this, her nerves were straightened, and she protected Zhang Qing's arm and said, "Don't hide your words, point and scold Huai, you can just say me, decide I did it, and I said what I said, if they don’t come back, it’s because they are not filial, no wonder others!”

Zhang Qing pursed her lips, and could only comfort Zhang Shi: "Mom...don't quarrel with Dad, you are so old, you are not in good health, and Dad still has a head injury."

Zhang Fugui opened his mouth and said to Zhang Qing: "Don't coax your mother hypocritically here! You understand what I mean by heart!"

Zhang Qing's face was pale, and his hands and feet were cold as he stood there.

Seeing him like this, Zhang's eyes turned red with anger, she stood up and walked towards Zhang Fuguo.

"What are you doing..."

Seeing Zhang Fugui's posture, Zhang Fugui backed away vaguely. Zhang was old, but his hands and feet were nimble, so he went to press Zhang Fugui's arm and beat him.

"You old heartless, do you still have a heart? Are you speaking human words? It has been more than 20 years, who took care of you when you were sick? Who carried you to the hospital? Who gave your solar energy and washing machine? Did you buy it? Ah? You're good, you don't recognize people when you turn your face, and you still want to be shameless?"

"Mom, stop hitting Mom...Mom..." Zhang Qingka tried to stop him in the middle.

"Hey... hey... You crazy woman, you know how to turn your elbows out. Don't I have a son? Without him, my children are by my side. What do you think? Who asked him to buy it? Who begged He's gone! Stop it... I won't be polite if you do it again!" "You do it, you do it, how can Ah Qing feel sorry for you? Your old Zhang family has a wild heart and looks down on the small village. What's the matter with Guan Ah Qing? Did the cigarettes and alcohol in your cabinet all fall from the sky? After drinking the chicken soup for so many days, don’t you feel like you’re getting flustered? Who will change you to a big hospital or a big ward in the middle of the night? Who will take care of you in front of the bed? Eating and drinking, it’s only been a few days, you’ve forgotten all about it, right? Ah Qing, don’t stop me, I have to wake him up today, otherwise he’ll be like a mad dog, we can’t tell the difference!”

"You're a mad dog, you can't tell the difference, you don't treat your own son and grandson as human beings!"

Zhang Fugui also went all out, and Zhang slammed his fists one after another, and he waved back. Fortunately, Zhang ’s deterrence was not small in these years, and he didn't dare to strike too hard. How could he know that his hands were not long? Eyes, this time he slapped Zhang's face directly.

With a "snap", Zhang Fugui himself was stunned, everyone trembling with Zhang's anger, for so many years, when she was a girl at home, her father never slapped her in the face, now Zhang Fugui slapped her, Zhang Fugui Where did Shi suffer, he gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, okay Zhang Fugui, you are promising, you dare to hit me, you hit me..."

Mrs. Zhang touched the stainless steel tea mug on the bedside. The tea mug was insulated and the steel wall was very thick. Mrs. Zhang threw it at Zhang Fugui's head with her hand.

Zhang Fugui was probably startled by that slap, he didn't dare to move at all, he even forgot the old injury on his head, and he shrank his neck to hide.

"dad!"

He didn't move, Zhang Qingke noticed, and hurried over to push Zhang Fugui away, Zhang Fugui fell on the bed at once, the quilt on the bed was thick, and he didn't feel any pain at all.

But Zhang Qing was miserable, he was hit hard on the back of the head, and with a duang sound, the tea mug was smashed and dented.

"Aqing!"

Zhang Qing gasped, and Zhang was so frightened that she quickly threw the tea mug away and went to see the injury on Zhang Qing's head.It didn't break the skin, it just swelled up on the spot, Zhang Qing leaned aside, the sound of the tea mug hitting his head was buzzing in his head.

Zhang Fugui shrank to the side and looked around. Zhang smeared lard on the bag on Zhang Qing's head to reduce the swelling. Seeing that he was still standing and watching, she said, "What are you doing in a daze? Why don't you call Doctor Xiao Wang!"

"oh oh!"

Zhang Fugui hurriedly took out the old man's mobile phone that Zhang Qing bought in his pocket, called Wang Jiangmin in the hall, and after thinking about it, he called Guo Jingjing again. If something happened to Zhang Qing, Guo Jingjing would be there So that people can be sent to the hospital immediately.

Guo Jingjing was on his way to Jining with He Fanxing, and the car had already arrived at the county seat. As soon as he received a call from Zhang Fugui, Zhang Fugui said, "Your father has an accident, come back quickly."

Guo Jingjing changed his face on the spot, holding the phone and looking at He Fanxing who was on the side.

"My dad had an accident, so make a U-turn at the intersection ahead."

"Okay." He Fanxing pressed the gas pedal, the car turned around and started to drive back. "Do you know what happened?"

"Grandpa didn't say anything." Guo Jingjing's voice was a little heavy.

He Fanxing stretched out his hand, shook his hand and said, "Don't worry too much, nothing major will happen. Your grandma is here, and your father is the one who loves her the most."

"En." Guo Jingjing was also relieved when he heard this. Indeed, with Mrs. Zhang around, no one would want to hurt his father.Guo Jingjing didn't know at the moment, but it was his grandma, Mrs. Zhang, who hurt his father this time.

Mrs. Zhang's intestines were green with regret at this moment, Wang Jiangmin answered the phone, and the man rushed over immediately, and was showing Zhang Qing the injury on his head at the moment.

"Why am I so impulsive, why did I strike so hard, how did I do such a thing..." Mrs. Zhang stood by and clapped the back of her hands, her face full of remorse.

Wang Jiangmin gave Zhang Qing a closer look, and when he saw Zhang's behavior, he smiled reassuringly and said, "Auntie, brother Qing is fine, don't blame yourself."

"Are you all right?" Mrs. Zhang leaned over to have a look, touched the lard, the bag was still red and swollen, and it didn't go away much, "Ah Qing, is your head still hurting? Well, it was mother's fault."

"Mom, I'm fine, it doesn't hurt at all, don't worry, don't blame yourself, you didn't mean it." In fact, she was still a little dizzy, but Zhang Qing didn't want Zhang to keep blaming herself, laughing Stand up when you smile.

"Brother Qing," Wang Jiangmin stretched out his hand to stop him, "Don't move around now, just rest for a while."

Mrs. Zhang asked, "Jiang Min, Ah Qing just said that he was dizzy. Could he have a concussion?"

"No, aunt," Wang Jiangmin smiled, "Don't worry, I won't let Brother Qing have anything to do, I will pay more attention during this time."

Mrs. Zhang nodded: "Well, that's really troublesome for you."

Wang Jiangmin smiled and said nothing.

Zhang Fugui stepped into the door with water, put the cup on the TV cabinet, and said to Wang Jiangmin, "Jiangmin, have some tea, Ah Qing, are you feeling better?"

"You don't need to pretend to be kind!" Mrs. Zhang sucked in a bad tone.

After Zhang Fugui got over the excitement, his courage returned, and he didn't dare to continue arguing with Mrs. Zhang, so he softened his voice and said, "Look at what you said, Ah Qing is also because of my injury, let me ask what's wrong? "

"Yes, your own son and grandson are human beings, but Ah Qing is not. He deserves to be your cow and horse!"

Zhang Fugui hurriedly said: "In front of Jiang Min, what are you talking about? Ah Qing is not my son?"

Mrs. Zhang wanted to say something else, but Zhang Qing hurriedly said, "Mom, I'm fine, Dad, don't worry, it's just a little swollen, apply some oil, and take some anti-inflammatory drugs, and you'll be fine in two days!"

"Oh." Zhang Fugui nodded in response repeatedly, with a flattering smile.

In fact, he was also angry just now, Zhang Qing was kind to him, how could he not know?But sometimes, even if he couldn't control it, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was angry. When he was old and his children were not around, he finally came back to have a grandson, and such a series of things happened, he felt uncomfortable.