Difficult to return

On the last day of the New Year's Eve, the two returned to City A, took a short rest, and then went to Song's house.

On holidays, the relatives of the Song family also like to come to the old man's house to rush through the door. When Song Shuhua and the others arrive, there are some relatives in the house.They divided up the specialties of Lu Mingchen's hometown bought online, and distributed red envelopes to the children of the younger generation.

Song Guoqiang beckoned to Lu Mingchen to greet him: "Xiao Lu, your parents are in good health this time when you go home."

"It's good, but my dad is a little high."

"It's normal when I'm old, and I have it too. I'll make a list of the medicines I take later, and you can show them to your in-laws, so they can try them too."

"Thank you, Dad." Lu Mingchen suddenly felt a little guilty for cheating on his father-in-law years ago. The old man has always treated him very well.But he also knew that her husband actually didn't like to go back to the Song family, especially during the Spring Festival when the entire Song family gathered.

"Your parents are about to retire. Will you take over the old couple in two years? You are the only child, and you can't take care of them from a distance. The house behind my yard is empty. If they don't mind, they can live together. It’s also fun to watch.”

Lu Mingchen was a little moved, he didn't think that the old man would even think of this level for him.

"I'll discuss this matter with them after they retire."

Then he thought utilitarianly, it seems that he is really indispensable to the Song family.

My sister-in-law came over to ask for dinner, and saw Lu Mingchen scrutinized him carefully: "Hey, I haven't seen you for a few days, why did it turn dark, and went on vacation with Shuhua? No wonder I didn't see anyone during the Chinese New Year."

Lu Mingchen was a little embarrassed, but luckily Father Song added from the side: "I brought Shuhua back to his hometown. He's so busy with work, how can he have time to go on vacation."

"Hey, it's a combination of work and rest, you should rest or you have to rest."

Song's father also echoed: "The fourth brother is right. You can't make enough money, and you can do it. It's important to take care of yourself."

Lu Mingchen nodded repeatedly.

There was only one table of people sitting today, Father Song was in charge, and Lu Mingchen and Song Shuhua sat next to him.Lu Mingchen drank a few glasses of wine with his father-in-law for dinner, and stayed with Song's mother. They didn't go back to the city that night and stayed overnight at Song's house.

At night, as soon as they returned to the guest room, Song's mother knocked on the door: "Ah Hua, Mingchen, are you still asleep?"

"No, Mom, what are you doing?"

"Mom has something to discuss with you." Mother Song pulled down a stool from the desk and sat down, beckoning to the two of them.

Song Shuhua was sitting on a chair, Lu Mingchen was standing next to him, with his palms on his shoulders, the two of them looked at Mother Song together.

Song's mother rubbed her hands, she was a little embarrassed to say this in front of Lu Mingchen, but she told her son that she would never get a letter, so she put down her face and said it together in front of the two of them.

"Last time, I told Shuhua that you are both in your 30s, and I advised you both to have a child. I heard from my second aunt earlier that her family had distant relatives. The couple went home for the Spring Festival. An accident happened on the road. The child is gone. There is a pair of twins who have just turned one year old in my old family, and only one grandmother is taking care of them. Now there is no source of income, and no other relatives are willing to raise them. They say they will be sent to an orphanage.

"If you two have this idea, why don't we adopt the child? Your father also thinks it's okay, and Xiao Lu can also call his family to discuss it."

Song Shuhua looked up at her husband, and Lu Mingchen also looked down at him.The two exchanged a look, Song Shuhua's heart sank, Lu Mingchen looked very interested.

Song's mother looked at the two of them from left to right, and patted her knee: "You two should discuss it first. If you can, tell me quickly. I'll inquire about it and see what can be done."

Sending Song's mother away, the couple looked at each other in blank dismay.Last time, the horoscope has not been written yet, this time the child has been delivered to the front.

Lu Mingchen didn't object to having children in the first place, but now he heard this proposal and it was even a bit urgent.

He also thinks that children are very important. If he has children, even if it is for the next generation, his husband will no longer have the idea of ​​doing that kind of perverted performance.If you have children, maybe there will be some differences between them.

"Ah Hua, what do you think?" Lu Mingchen hesitated for a moment, "The pair of children are also pitiful, or..."

"I'm not ready to be a father." Song Shuhua looked up at Lu Mingchen, then lowered his head again, "I don't think you are either."

Lu Mingchen supported his husband's shoulders and sat down: "Being a parent is something that fantasy can never prepare for. When the child comes, you can only experience it when you look at him, feel his growth, and establish an emotional relationship with him." This kind of joy." He rubbed Song Shuhua's arm, "The child is only one year old, and it is easy to establish emotions. I think you must like children."

Song Shuhua did like children, but he never considered raising children with Lu Mingchen.His marriage with Lu Mingchen was already a mistake. Back then he had no choice but to make the mistake, and now he couldn't bring more innocent people into it.

"But... suddenly there are two more children, I can't take care of them, and you are busy with work..."

"Look for nannies and childcare sisters. They are professional and better than taking care of yourself. I will also allocate time and spend as much time with you and your children at home as possible."

"..."

Song Shuhua couldn't find a reason to refute. Everyone hoped that they could raise a child together, and the objective conditions were very mature, but that was only in the eyes of others, and he knew he couldn't do it.

It's just that my husband didn't have much interest in this kind of thing before, so why did he suddenly become so tough.

"I don't want kids."

"Why?" Lu Mingchen looked at her husband, "Give me a reason."

"...I don't think I'm ready yet."

"What do you think makes you ready?"

Facing her husband's dominance, Song Shuhua had nothing to say.

He couldn't say it, he felt their marriage was not complete, so the child would only make it more broken.He couldn't tell Lu Mingchen that he didn't love him that much, to the extent that he wanted to raise his offspring together.

Thinking of these, he felt uncomfortable and guilty again.

"Go to bed first, I'm so tired." Song Shuhua said this, but actually turned his back to her husband and opened his eyes wide, upset.

Even if he refuses, as long as the husband tells his parents that he wants a child, the child will still come.He can't do anything, he's just duckweed flowing down the river, unable to hold on to anything to make himself solid.

He knows that this is the price of relying on others. He used to rely on his father, but now he relies on her husband.He hates his own incompetence and weakness, but he is even more afraid of facing the world, and finally chooses to live under the protection of others.

He hates himself.

At breakfast the next day, the parents waited for their answers.

"Xiao Lu, what do you think about what I discussed with you last night?"

Song Shuhua was so nervous that he clenched his chopsticks tightly. He was thinking about how to do this final death struggle, even though he was like a butterfly on a spider's web, no matter how hard he struggled, he would inevitably be eaten in the end.

Unexpectedly, the spider let him go suddenly.Lu Mingchen said: "Ah Hua and I are not ready to have children yet, let's think about it again, thank you mom."

Song's mother didn't seem to be very happy, her face collapsed: "The twins are only one year old. I went to the orphanage to find out before, and there are very few suitable children like this."

"I know, let Mom worry about us." Lu Mingchen apologized.

Song's mother was about to say something, but Song's father interrupted: "Stop talking, let's eat."

On the way back, the two of them in the car were very silent.Song Shuhua didn't ask Lu Mingchen why he suddenly changed his mind, and Lu Mingchen didn't ask him again why he liked children but didn't want to raise his own.

The car stopped downstairs at the company, and Lu Mingchen got out of the car: "You drive the car home."

"What about you?" This Bentley is her husband's car.

"I'll ask the driver to take you there at night." Lu Mingchen leaned against the car window, and suddenly reached out to touch his husband's face, "Go home early and rest, you're quite tired after running back and forth."

"Ah."

Song Shuhua watched her husband enter the company building, then turned the car and headed home.

But instead of going home, he drove the car into the basement, changed to his own car, and drove all the way to the old house.The child's matter made him nervous all night, and the anxiety accumulated to the peak, and he needed to release it.

The parking spaces in the old community were all drawn on the side of the aisle, and they were often not enough. Today, his parking space was taken again.

He sighed silently, and had no choice but to drive the car to a temporary parking space outside the community.Then he trotted all the way until he entered the house and closed the door before holding his chest and panting.

Before he could catch his breath, he couldn't wait to take off the men's clothes on his body and go to the bathroom.When he came out of the shower, he had already put on a set of peacock blue lace bra and briefs of the same material.

With his hair scattered on his shoulders, he hunched over, picking out the clothes he wanted to wear today among the rows of skirts.Every time I saw one, I took it out and held it in front of me for comparison. After comparing more than a dozen pieces, I finally chose an evening dress with velvet on the upper body and organza on the lower body.

The upper body with a deep V backless, after putting it on, took off the lace bra from the clothes.After choosing the clothes, I went outside to choose a pair of ten-centimeter single-heeled sandals.Then I sat in front of the mirror, combed my hair, and carefully put on a dinner makeup for myself.

He dresses himself grandly and gorgeously, and can attend any celebrity dinner at any time.But in fact, he will not go anywhere, just walking around in this dilapidated old house alone.

There is a big mirror in every room, and every room is a stage. He tightens his waist and hips, holds his head high, and every step is so elegant and calm.He can see himself in the mirror in every room. Although he admires himself alone, he doesn't feel lonely. On the contrary, he enjoys this loneliness, which is the only respite in his life.

He had saved money for many years to buy this house secretly until he graduated from graduate school, and no one knew about it.He thought that after graduation, he could enter an elementary school as a teacher as he wished, and this would be the first foothold for his independent life.

But the wish didn't come true.After graduation, his father tore up his employment notice and ordered him to work in the factory.Because his surname is Song, no matter what kind of man he is, it is his responsibility to support the Song family's property.

Independent living failed, but the aging one-bedroom stayed as his personal closet.

He carefully hides this place, hides another side of himself, he doesn't want anyone to slap him and call him a pervert, and he doesn't want anyone to burn his skirt clean.