The homemade fruit wine in Daliangshan has a strong aftertaste. Chen Hansheng drank a lot of it and got drunk as expected. He spoke with a lisp and staggered when he walked. Fortunately, Wang Zibo, who didn't drink, could carry him back.
When they came out of Dabogong's house, the groom saw him out and bowed to express his gratitude: "Thank you, college brother, come to my house to drink in the evening."
"No, I won't drink anymore."
Chen Hansheng waved his hands randomly: "This wine is too damn intoxicating. If you have a chance to get out of this mountain someday, I will treat you to a drink again."
"Dad, don't let me go out."
The young groom was a little sad. He knew that Chen Hansheng and Wang Zibo came from outside, and there was a longing in his eyes.
Chen Hansheng smiled and said nothing. Wang Zibo glanced at his friend. Chen Hansheng could undoubtedly help the groom. He was fully capable of doing so.
At this time, if Chen Hansheng waved his hand and said, "My name is Chen Hansheng. I will come to Jianye Finance and Economics College during the Spring Festival. I can take you to see this prosperous world."
After saying that, he threw down a business card, which was full of pretentiousness, a TV drama plot.
However, Chen Hansheng just patted Wang Zibo's head and said, "Why are you still not leaving? Come on!"
"Leaving now?"
Wang Zibo was a little uncertain. It would be a pity not to show off such a good opportunity.
"You want to stay overnight? Come on!"
Chen Hansheng shouted with a breath of alcohol.
Wang Zibo then stepped away, thinking that Xiao Chen's thoughts were always so unpredictable. I thought he was optimistic about the groom and went up to help block the wine, but he patted his butt and left without any reluctance.
Shen Youchu followed beside him, wiping the sweat on Chen Hansheng's forehead with a towel from time to time. This kind of home-brewed fruit wine was added with some mountain tonics. Chen Hansheng had a good physical foundation, and he sweated after drinking it in the sub-zero weather.
Little Aning followed the dog, jumping all the way behind.
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After returning home, Wang Zibo saw that his mother-in-law was still sitting on a wooden bench in the yard, leaning on a cane, the handle of which had been rubbed smooth and shiny, and the big cat lying obediently at her feet.
The mother-in-law did not attend the wedding, and did not make any move when she saw Chen Hansheng drunk. She just looked at him slowly, and then turned her head to look at the sky in the distance. The layers of clouds seemed to hide the memories of the years.
She seemed like a hidden master, rarely showing emotions. The happiest time was probably when she saw Shen Youchu return home safely from college.
"Does grandma know those martial arts secrets?"
Wang Zibo muttered to himself.
"Grandma."
Little Aning fell on grandma's legs obediently.
Grandma gently stroked Aning's small back.
"Put me down."
At this time, Chen Hansheng, who was groaning and about to vomit, suddenly patted Wang Zibo on the back.
Wang Zibo asked, "Aren't you going to rest? Shen Youchu has brought you some water to wash your face."
Chen Hansheng shook his head, "I brought a gift for my mother-in-law."
"What gift? Supplements?"
Wang Zibo asked, "I didn't see you buy it."
"No."
Chen Hansheng was a little unsteady after landing, and Wang Zibo helped him walk towards his mother-in-law step by step.
Shen Youchu came over with a basin of water. She was a little confused about what Chen Hansheng was going to do. Aning also raised her little face, blinking her big eyes.
"Mother-in-law, mother-in-law, you didn't go to the wedding today, but I didn't forget it."
Chen Hansheng first touched the right pocket of his leather jacket, but it seemed that he didn't find it. He touched the left pocket of his leather jacket again, but still couldn't find it.
Finally, Chen Hansheng suddenly laughed out loud: "Found it!"
He took out a red wedding candy from his jeans pocket, and Wang Zibo took a closer look: "I thought it was some kind of magic medicine. It was making a lot of noise, like an anti-aircraft gun hitting a mosquito."
This kind of fruit wedding candy is of average quality. Nowadays, those who get married in Hong Kong and are a little more upscale use Golden Monkey.
"It's not a magic medicine."
Chen Hansheng said drunkenly: "But, have you thought about it?"
"It's just wedding candy. If my mother-in-law likes it, I can run back and get dozens of them now."
Wang Zibo retorted.
"Tsk, that means you didn't think about it."
Chen Hansheng tore off the paper with his not very flexible fingers. The wedding candy had been pressed for too long and had broken into two pieces.
"Eat, eat a piece of candy, get some of the joy."
Chen Hansheng breathed in the strong smell of alcohol and held half of the wedding candy to his mother-in-law's mouth.
The mother-in-law had never expected that Chen Hansheng would think of bringing her wedding candy. The wrinkles on her face were squeezed together, and her heavy eyelids drooped on her face. She looked at the filial piety and sincerity on Chen Hansheng's face, opened her mouth and ate half of the wedding candy.
Little Aning couldn't help swallowing her saliva. She had obviously eaten a lot just now, but she felt that this one was particularly different.
"Grandma, is it sweet?"
Chen Hansheng squatted on the ground and asked with his face raised.
The mother-in-law, who rarely spoke, nodded: "Sweet."
Little Aning heard it and laughed: "Grandma loves to eat candy."
Shen Youchu also laughed, gentle and charming.
Wang Zibo was angry at first, but then he laughed inexplicably.
As for the mother-in-law, she also laughed in the end, with a special emotion overflowing.
"Mother-in-law, there is one more thing I want to tell you."
Chen Hansheng tried to stand up from the ground, Shen Youchu came over to help him. Chen Hansheng stared at the girl beside him, and after a while he whispered, "She raised her head in school, did you know?"
Mother-in-law was stunned for a moment, and looked at Chen Hansheng and Shen Youchu silently.
Wang Zibo didn't understand what this meant, and Xiao Aning suddenly felt that the atmosphere was a little solemn.
Chen Hansheng blushed and was a little excited: "You are worried that she is too beautiful, so you always let Shen Youchu lower her head. Now it is completely unnecessary. Shen Youchu can raise her head at will. No one dares to act like a hooligan in front of her, not even whistling."
"All this."
Chen Hansheng patted his chest: "I have done it. She will no longer be looked down upon, and she doesn't have to be so inferior. Her future life I... Ugh, ugh, ugh."
Before he finished speaking, Chen Hansheng suddenly vomited. Drinking this kind of strong wine is not suitable for emotional fluctuations.
Chen Hansheng vomited a lot, all the food he had eaten at noon, and a lot of stomach fluids came out. Shen Youchu was beside him to help him breathe and wipe his mouth, with a look of heartache and blame in her peach blossom eyes.
After Chen Hansheng vomited, his body began to feel better, but his consciousness gradually blurred.
"No, no more, I want to sleep for a while."
Chen Hansheng panted and looked for a bed. Shen Youchu helped him walk to her room. She wanted to take care of him herself to feel at ease.
Fortunately, Shen Youchu usually slept with little Aning, and this bed was big enough.
When she was helping Chen Hansheng take off his shoes, Aning suddenly ran in in a panic, with a crying voice: "Sister, my mother-in-law is crying."
When Shen Youchu heard it, she quickly covered Chen Hansheng with a quilt and ran to the yard in a hurry.
My mother-in-law really cried, and she cried even more sadly when she saw Shen Youchu.
"Mother-in-law, you are crying for your son."
Shen Youchu helped wipe her tears, and she couldn't help crying herself.
"I'm not sad, I'm happy."
The mother-in-law held Shen Youchu with her rough and skinny hands: "Your parents left early, you are beautiful and honest, I was worried that you would be bullied by bad people, so I told you not to look up."
"But in this world, which parents are willing to let their children bow their heads, which parents are willing to let their children suffer, which parents are willing to... You have a hard life, and I am also doing evil."
The mother-in-law cried, as if she had said all the thoughts hidden in her heart,
"Grandma, I was not bullied."
Shen Youchu shook her head, and crystal tears flew from her fair face, falling to the ground one by one. The dog and the big cat were no longer naughty, and they looked at their owner quietly.
"I am doing well in school. I go to class and work every day, but I miss my mother-in-law. Xiao Chen treats me very well, and he doesn't want me to go home alone."
Shen Youchu kept wiping away the tears of her mother-in-law.
Little Aning was crying too. She didn't know why she was crying, but she couldn't hold back her tears when her mother-in-law and sister cried.
"I know. I knew it when he sent you back for the first time last year. Otherwise, how could he send you back thousands of kilometers?"
The mother-in-law sniffed and held Shen Youchu's face with both hands: "As long as you live well, I will be relieved even if I die now."
Wang Zibo looked at the three grandparents and grandchildren crying and holding their heads. His own eyelids were also swollen. He couldn't help but think of his parents.
When I was in elementary school, my parents sold pickles, especially along the street, so that the business was better, but Wang Zibo felt too embarrassed because he could always run into them after school.
Finally one day, I couldn't help but quarrel with my parents. It was useless to scold them. I couldn't be like Xiaoyuer or Xiaochen, whose parents were both government employees, and the teachers would look at them differently.
That night, my father beat me up, and my mother cried silently in the room.
Later, parents selling pickles were no longer seen on that street, even though that street had the best business.
"I am such a beast."
Wang Zibo felt sadder and sadder, and started crying when he walked out the door.
However, Chen Hansheng, the instigator, was sleeping in a daze as if he was dreaming, and his feet were still swinging unconsciously.
"Did you not eat? Why don't you have any strength to massage your feet? I won't come to your club next time. Make arrangements!"