can i love you

"Yan. Wife!" Maoqun was overjoyed when he saw the caller ID.He couldn't help but smile all over his face, his new beard and hair covered his temples and cheeks, and his vigorous vitality reflected his exuberant state of mind.

"Huh? What?" Just like the face-changing in Sichuan opera, Maoqun listened to the next sentence, and the calm expression just now evaporated in an instant, leaving only a sluggish dullness. "Honey, don't. You go back, I... what should I have for lunch?"

"Wife, wife... old..." Maoqun's performance was really superb. Presumably, the students of the Central Academy of Drama could not switch from joy to sorrow so quickly in a few seconds, and did it in one go without urging.

"Little Qiao? Is it the phone number of my younger siblings?" Yue Zihua was lucky enough to see Mao Qun's melancholy temperament, and he was also puzzled. "What happened?"

"Hey. It's okay. Can the squad leader give me half a day off?" Maoqun returned to the role of Uncle Han, but his expression was a little unnatural.A woman's mind is like a needle under the sea, and Zhang Yan's personality is well known to Maoqun. He thought his wife would take care of face and not go back to her mother's house every now and then, but unexpectedly, it actually happened.Small quarrels between husband and wife are commonplace, but when it comes to the mother-in-law's house, it's a bit of a fuss.Is it true that Deng Feng's text messages are so lethal?

"..." Yue Zihua is also inconvenient to take care of Maoqun's private affairs, let alone the couple who always quarrel at the end of the bed. "Go, I've been very busy these days, so take a good rest today."

"It would be great if we could stop." Maoqun groaned in his heart.The hand holding the steering wheel tapped uncomfortably.

……

When I got home, it was really deserted.Even the pots and pans in the kitchen are not in their place yet.Mao Qun leaned slumped on the wooden back chair, without the vitality of the past.For Deng Feng's love, Maoqun can understand, after physical sublimation, he also accepts same-sex love.It's just that a man, especially a married man, shoulders the love for his wife and children and the responsibility for the family.Maoqun lazily looked at his phone, the clock ticked past twelve, and he didn't have the desire to wrap his belly yet.Can no longer be perfunctory, Maoqun is determined to bring his wife back.Make a hasty instant noodle to end the lunch.Then I went to take a shower and changed into decent clothes. After all, I was going to visit my mother-in-law, so it was better to dress dignifiedly.

Ready, Maoqun got on the bus bound for Quanzhou.The track of the car was wobbly, and when passing the Wansheng Building, Maoqun subconsciously glanced out the window.But I saw Deng Feng and Wang Juan walking side by side, talking and laughing. Deng Feng was wearing a navy blue V-neck T-shirt with an open neckline, and a striking gold chain glisteningly reflected the sunlight, making him dazzled for a while.It seemed that he had walked a long way, or it was because of Wang Juan's laughter and scolding, Deng Feng's face was glowing red, and there was a shy look on his green face.On the other hand, Wang Juan is wearing a rose-purple silk hanging skirt, paired with "wild charm" thick-heeled fish mouth sandals with a snake pattern, elegant and luxurious, wild and sexy, small and exquisite and full of personality.She is really a golden boy and a jade girl, a man with a talent and a beautiful appearance, a rare and perfect match.The flashing warm scene left Maoqun's heart scorched with scars. Xiaofeng has his own future, a married life to face, and a solid love capital.And now, do I really want to destroy his happiness, his future?Maoqun's heart was blocked for a while, his throat was dry and cracked, and his heart was full of anger. He was worried about Xiaofeng, sad and angry for himself, and worried about his wife and children.

Well, some things will eventually be lost.

……

The father-in-law's home is located in a small mountain village in a small town in Quanzhou.The rice paddies are full of traffic, and the green grass is full of fertilizer.There are egrets looking for food without worry, and swallows returning to the south to build their nests. Occasionally, there are phantoms of toads and yellow dogs barking on the forest trails.Naturally formed, without carving.

"Mao Qun is back." An old woman greeted Mao Qun enthusiastically when she saw Mao Qun. "Waiting to panic? You ran back with your wife."

"Hey, Aunt Huang, I see what you said." Maoqun laughed.

I greeted my neighbors all the way, but I was thinking about what to say when I met Zhang Yan.

"Ah Ying, your son-in-law is back." Someone shouted outside the door.At this time, an old man with white beard and hair came out of a small bungalow on the second floor.

"Ah Dad!" Maoqun smiled innocently. The old man in front of him was even older than before. The years were like a carving knife, with a magic ax that can create legends and destroy vigor. "Ada (in Hokkien, a nickname for the eldest son-in-law), you're back! Come in quickly. Have you had your lunch yet?" The old man greeted warmly, as if welcoming a lost child, spreading his love.

"Father, have you eaten? Just kidding?" Maoqun patted the dust off his body, and responded respectfully.

"He goes out in the morning, and he may be busy until night." Zhang Zhigang is a stone carver with a good craft. "Yan'er, Ah Da is back." The old man turned around and shouted to the back room.

"...Dad..." Ding Ding saw his father's figure at a glance, and fled into Maoqun's arms.

"Hey, son. Do you miss Dad? Why did you sneak out with Mom and didn't take Dad with you?" Mao Qun blamed, but his face was full of kindness.

"Mom said, Dad will come later!" Ding Ding pouted, "Dad, I want that!" A sparrow's nest came into view.

"Well, okay, where's your mother?" Maoqun focused on Zhang Yan, ready to take the blame.

"I don't know, hey... you wait for me every day." Ding Ding was anxious to find a friend to play with, and didn't pay much attention to Maoqun.

"It's in the back room." The old man said kindly, "It seems to be venting, please coax."

"Hey, dad is not that serious, don't think about it. Then I'll go in first." Maoqun smiled back awkwardly, and went straight into the room.

have to!The door is locked.

"Yan, I'm here. Mao Mao." Mao Qun called out cautiously. "Yan..." Before she could speak, the door opened.Maoqun squeezed in.

"What are you doing here? Go find your 'Xiaofeng'." Zhang Yan ignored him.

"Yan, my wife... what are you talking about? It's okay, it's really a text message from the boss, are you kidding me?" Maoqun locked the door by the way.Hugged Zhang Yan from behind, "How can I be willing to lose such a beautiful wife?"

"Grumpy!"

"Really, I swear, otherwise you call back and see if it's true." Seeing that Zhang Yan's mood improved, Mao Qun hurriedly followed suit, and Deng Feng should be able to handle it.

"I'm sick, call your boss." Zhang Yan believed it.

"Hey, my wife, I really didn't lie to you. You can call and question me at any time. I have a clear conscience." When he said this, Maoqun's left eye kept picking.I'm afraid I did something wrong!

(PS: Book friends, HELP. I'm thinking about the plot...囧...)