Chapter 75

Late at night, all sounds are quiet.

There was a low exclamation.

"Husband, husband!"

Zhu Wuyang suddenly opened his eyes, got up in a hurry, touched his wife's face full of cold sweat, and nervously said, "what's the matter? madam? What's the trouble? "

"Small, calf cramps."

Take a breath of cold air.

He bit her arm.

It was covered with tooth marks, which did not fade for several days.

Zhu Wuyang has long been used to this little ancestor's biting habit during her pregnancy. On one hand, she handed her hand over so that she could bite more tightly. The other hand was to explore the crus of her leg and knead it skillfully.

Under the man's massage, Lin Lang gradually fell asleep again.

Zhu Wuyang saw that her face was no longer so uncomfortable. He got up to get a basin of warm water, carefully wiped her face, hands and feet, and explored the forehead temperature of the other party. Then he put down his heart, poured the water, and planned to continue to sleep.

He had just been squinting for a while, and then he woke up with a start.

"What's the matter? Madame

He quickly opened the quilt and went to see her.

"My husband, I'm hot and I feel sick." Lin Lang said.

Zhu Wuyang said nothing, took a PU fan, guard in her side, gently fan.

People fell asleep for a long time, but the city Lord couldn't bear it. He just fell asleep by the bed. His eyes just closed, and his shoulder was pushed several times.

"Husband, don't sleep. I'm hungry. Cook noodles for me!"

Well, the little ancestor began to mess with him again.

May wish Wu Yang actually have a kind of natural feeling.

"Well, you wait. I'll go now for my husband."

The first thing the man opened his eyes was to cover her quilt and rush to the kitchen.

It's midnight. An old woman is still in the kitchen, simmering a small pot of bone soup. Hearing the sound of footsteps, she turns to look at it, and her face is smiling. "What would you like to eat today, madam?"

"Eat noodles." He said simply.

The master of the well has just scooped up the iron pot again, and he has just finished cleaning the iron pot.

Chop wood, add fire, under, put eggs, seasoning, bowl.

It's done.

"Goo Goo --"

What's calling?

Chicken?

The Lord glanced at the kitchen with a frown.

Last month, Lin Lang was accidentally pecked by the chicken's beak, and the back of his hand was bruised and purple. The man was so distressed that he immediately ran to the kitchen to kill all that could be slaughtered to vent his anger.

Although after that, he also got the title of a chicken killer

"Goo Goo --"

still calling?

This chicken is a bit arrogant. Believe it or not, there are 100 ways to make it die tragically?

Don't think his title of "chicken killing maniac" is in vain.

The man narrowed his eyes in danger and wanted to give it some color to see --

"Lord, your belly is crying

The old lady is very honest.

“……”

He felt his shrunken stomach.

I'm so hungry.

Today, Lin Lang vomited very badly. In order to coax the little ancestor, he tried his best to find out whether he had eaten or not.

"Here comes the noodles, madam. Eat them while they are hot."

He handed her the washed and dried chopsticks.

"Egg noodles again."

Lin Lang looks disgusted.

Zhu Wuyang: "I wish you a lot

Can you blame him?

The little patriarch said that he would let the unborn child taste his father's craft. Maybe when he was happy, he would not disturb her.

The Lord of the city foolishly believed in this evil and practiced cooking every day. Unfortunately, he was not born with this material. After eight months of tossing, he was still a rookie. He only knew how to cook noodles and how to make egg noodles.

Lin Lang took a few bites.

The other party's eyes are still burning at her The face of.

"Hungry?" Lin Lang picks eyebrows.

"I'm not hungry. Eat it." The Lord of the city immediately withdrew his eyes and made a calm look like a mountain.

"Gu Gu Gu --"

the stomach rings out of time again.

“……”

"Forget it, this bowl of noodles will reward you." Lin Lang pushed it with a smile.

He was stunned and refused.

"Even if I starve to death, I will not snatch food from my children."

Lin Lang glanced at him, "how can you talk? You should live a long life. Watching our child born, don't talk about death all day long. It's really unlucky."

The Lord of the city quickly took charge of his mouth, "yes, yes, his wife is right. It's not good for her husband."

"Well, eat it, your son said. He is not hungry. He is afraid of starving his father." Lin Lang touched his stubble chin, full of heartache, "are you tired these days?"With a few words of comfort, it was worth it.

Zhu Wuyang shook his head, "I'm not tired."

His wife gave birth to his offspring. He could not eat well and sleep poorly. How could he say that he was tired after suffering so much?

Lin Lang urged him to eat noodles quickly.

Before a bowl of noodles was finished, his wife suddenly grabbed his hand and put it on his stomach.

The LORD looked at her with doubts.

The palm was suddenly shaken.

Zhu Wuyang is a little scared.

"It, it, it Is it moving? "

Then there was endless panic.

"Are you all right, madam? Do you feel painful? Shall I carry you to the doctor now

The collapsed man said, trying to pick up people and rush out.

Lin Lang knocked on his forehead, but said, "fool, the child is to say hello to you."

Say hello?

It took him a while to digest the message.

The Lord carefully put his hand on it.

There was another shock.

"Ma'am, the child is saying hello to me!"

His eyes were surprised and he had a happy smile.

Zhu Wuyang simply bent down, put his face on his stomach, and coughed gently. He wanted to respond to the greeting, but because he was too nervous, he became a rigid self introduction: "boy, I'm your father. I wish Wuyang, I'm Yongzhi. I'm twenty-seven years old. There's no double in Jintai..."

There was no response.

The LORD looked at his wife in a panic.

"It, why doesn't it move? Does it not like me? "

"But why don't you like me? I give it food below every day

"Well, there are more adults. Are you still pouting like a child and hanging an oil bottle?" Lin Lang gave him a sidelong glance.

The man didn't hear her at all. He was like falling into the abyss, gripping his hair and muttering to himself.

"It's over, I must be hated..."

Lin Lang really can't do anything about him, so he can listen to it again close to his face.

The man is very stubborn to maintain a posture, until almost become a statue, across the belly, his face was severely shaken.

"Madame, it kicked me! It kicked me in the face! My God, it's so powerful

The Lord's face was red.

Is it glorious to be kicked by a foot girl?

Lin Lang really can't see his silly smile, let him eat noodles in good condition and have a rest.

He had to reluctantly leave her stomach and pick up the noodles.

Just eating, I wish Wuyang began to feel bad again.

On one side, there are sisters, and on the other side are wives and children.

His wife did not know his intention, while pulling away the man's ears wet broken hair, "how not to eat, not hungry? Or is it too light for you to eat? "

"No, it choked just now."

He subconsciously avoided her hand, pretending to be delicious and gulping.

Fortunately, she did not see her tears.

This noodles is so bitter.

Bitter to the heart.

He had to smile and say, it's delicious.

Lin Lang said that he was really not shy. How could he boast so much? When the child came out, they would laugh at him together.

By the way, they also gave the child a nickname, fu'er.

Happy little boy.

Zhu Wuyang imagines that scene. The three of them are sitting together for dinner. The tiger headed boy is lying in his mother's arms. His red mouth is sucking a long noodle. His eyes are still looking at him. Dad, why is this noodle so long? Fu'er can hardly breathe!

The child's mother, on the side of secretly laughing, see their father and son's jokes.

She would stare at herself and say, who told your father can't cook noodles.

I wish Wu Yang covered his eyes and laughed very hard, but tears ran freely across the corners of his mouth.

If fu'er is born, he must pick up the little guy and kiss his soft head and eyes.

When he is a little older, he will lift him up, put him on his neck, and accompany him to see the first New Year Fireworks in the crowded street.

Teach him to dress and eat.

Teach him to read and write.

Teach him survival skills.

He will give him all the skills he has learned.

But, fu'er, I'm afraid my father can't fulfill his promise.

You can't ride a horse.

Can't grow up with you.

I can't see you get married and have children.

Even, you may not even remember what your father looks like.

Being bullied by other children, he can only cry and run home. He keeps complaining about his mother, saying that he is a wild child that no one wants.No, you're not a wild boy.

Dad's love for you has never been less than half a point.

It's just that dad may have to go first and can't continue to protect you and your wife.

So, fu'er, you should be strong, like a man to be relied on, instead of father, protect your mother, you know?

Dad is a despicable person. He cheated your mother into entering the house. However, he can't and dare not cheat her again. She has suffered a lot. Her father is sorry for her. You must be filial to her and can't make her angry.

If you can, when you see this letter, after a hundred years, if your mother has not remarried, let your father and your mother buried together, forever.

If she had remarried, she would cremate her father. The ashes were scattered in the river and sea. Maybe he didn't miss your mother so much. Let her forget me and live a good life.

If your mother cried so much, you must tell her that dad didn't love her and hate me. Maybe it can make her feel better.

In fact, your mother is my father's only love in this life.

My father never regretted meeting her. Even if she was poor, she couldn't change her mind.

And I'm sorry.

I'm not a qualified dad.

Please forgive me.

My son's own advice.

Father, I wish you nothing.

Last word.