It’s the front line. It’s a war. Why didn’t they react specifically?
"Don’t you worry about them every month?"
"what’s there to worry about? It’s their responsibility."
Looking at Wang Yueyue and Lu Ping, I don’t know what to say.
But Wen Hui knew that Wang Yueyue’s heart was not so superficial.
Two days ago, she heard from her mother that Uncle Wang Jun and Aunt Qiaoyun had just left and cried to sleep every night for a few days.
Yes, that’s the front line. An carelessness means that heaven and man are separated forever. Who may not be worried? But as Yueyue just said, it’s their responsibility.
On second thought, she thought of her father. She thought of the earthquake-shaking night in the summer of 1976. When her father rushed into the house and took her and Wenxuan out respectively, she turned her back and ran to the hospital.
Then, after a long time, she never saw her parents again. Every day, she was worried and had long since lost her old smile.
It’s been a month since I saw my father again. Hula is unkempt, unkempt and dirty, which she has never seen before.
Only then did she know that Dad was leading a team to the place where the earthquake happened. At that moment, Dad’s eyes were taller than hers.
Chapter four hundred and eleven Feelings
Li Chu got busy in the kitchen early the next morning.
Mutton bread in soup, he doesn’t like to eat cake late, but it’s hard to digest if he eats it late.
The mutton was stewed last night, and the pancakes will do.
The kitchen door was pushed. Li Chu looked back and turned out to be her daughter at the door.
"Huihui, why are you up so early?"
My mouth was talking and my hands didn’t stop.
"Dad, thank you!"
The daughter thanked Li Chu inexplicably and asked him to stop manually. He turned his head and took a look.
"What’s the matter? Is it sensational to get up early in the morning?"
"I knew it would be like this." Wen Hui secretly vomited in her heart.
"Dad, just because I said yesterday that I wanted to eat mutton and bread pieces in soup, you were busy last night, and you got up early to continue your busy work, so I thought of coming and saying thank you."
"Silly girl, I’m your father. What happened to you when you didn’t live independently and get married?
How long can I take care of you? Twenty years at most from your birth. After you get married, you can’t be as sexual as home. "
Wen Hui leaned against the kitchen door frame and looked at her father blankly.
"Dad, really, how can I find someone when I go to the society after you are so kind?"
Li Chu was amused by her daughter’s talk. "Who told you to look for someone in my mold? Do you lack fatherly love? "
"But you are so kind to your mother. You have spoiled me since I was a child. It’s hard not to compare if you find someone after spoiling me."
"I spoil you spoil you because I am your father. After you, you are looking for an object, not a father. Why should people be like me? The family is two people living happily. It takes two people to work together.
You remember this day, Huihui. No one has to spoil you except your mother and me. You can’t look for people with this idea. Why do you want people to spoil you? Think about it carefully. "
After that, he poured the noodles from the basin onto the chopping board and continued to knead them.
Wen Hui was quietly thinking about what Dad had just said.
"I am kind to you and give you whatever you want, which has another meaning."
"What do you mean?"
"I let you have a rich material life and a rich spiritual life since you were a child, so that when you get to the society, you won’t lose your head because of a casual sweet talk from other men."
"Dad, I won’t."
Li Chu turned to look at her daughter and smiled. "Really? That’s the best! "
Say that finish, divide the kneaded dough into balls, pick up the rolling pin and roll it thinner.
What’s it like to eat a bowl of hot mutton buns in the cold early in the morning?
How can a cool word get warm after eating it?
Usually, the appetite is very small. Xiaoping ate a big bowl of Meimei.
Have another bite of mutton soup after eating.
"Ah, I’m so happy. I haven’t eaten mutton bread in soup for a long time."
"You are too easy to satisfy!" Wang Yueyue, who is working hard, looked up from a big bowl bigger than her head and took one look at Lu Ping and said
"Oh, you don’t understand. You won’t realize it until you leave home and go somewhere else in the future."
Wang Yueyue’s little head shakes like a rattle.
"I don’t want me to follow Brother Xuan, and I will go wherever he goes."
Well, Lupin just ate and was stuffed with dog food to support her and rolled her eyes.
See her beaten Wen Hui while laughing.
"You still laugh and eat your meal."
Lu Ping was annoyed and took a photo of Wen Hui.
Wang Yueyue has bowed their heads and continued to do nothing.
See Yueyue’s face stained with a little soup Wenxuan took out a handkerchief from his pocket. Wang Yueyue naturally put her face together and waited for Wenxuan to wipe it for her and then lowered her head.
Sitting across the street, Luping watched them tacitly and said that she was not jealous that it was false.
But who let her not have such a childhood friend?
"Pingping eats and drinks soup when he eats. It’s okay. What do you think they do will get more and more popular?"
"Li Wenhui, if you don’t talk, no one will treat you as dumb."
"Oh, you’re a lupin. I told you to avoid being hurt. You don’t know how to scratch you when you look at me."
"Ah, ha, ha, Wen Huihui, don’t scratch me. I’m ticklish."
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When the two of them were just making trouble, Wenxuan was very discerning when she lifted herself and Wang Yueyue’s bowl, and then they sat down at the table where mom and dad ate together.
"Wenxuan, you’ll wash the bowl a little later, or the powder on the sink table will not be clean."
"Chu dad, you don’t care. I’ll wash it later."
"Good or we are the best month!"
"Hey hey!"
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Happy life goes on day by day, and the fifteenth day of the first month will soon pass, and Wenxuan, Wenhui and Lu Ping should also go back to school.
Last Sunday, Li Wenxuan’s worship of his ancestors also went smoothly. Many guests came to the house, almost all of them were old men, and even one of them was over 100 years old, and his grandfather was trembling with crutches.
There are many uninvited guests, even in Beihe and Tianjin.
Some people don’t even know Li Chu himself, and Master took a visit once that year.
The one in Wang Shuhe sanatorium had a long conversation in the room.
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