The Flustering Sound of the Pipa from the Hallway - Chapter 12

“I miss you,” Meng Xinchu drew two sheets of paper on his forehead with a big grin, and his tail followed Qiao Wei like a small tail. “Mom, I went to try on the wedding dress today, and I think this one I chose Super beautiful, come and show you, show you. “

Talking, she took out her mobile phone and stepped in front of Qiao Wei, showing Qiao Wei a picture.

“Well, it’s good, especially the design behind it, it’s really chic.”

“Yes, right,” Meng Xin heard at first, excited, “still my mother knows how to appreciate it. I showed it to my brother, and he said that his back was a little ugly.”

“How can it be ugly, don’t listen to him.”

Because of Meng Xinchu, the kitchen immediately became quite lively, and the oil and smoke mixed with laughter, depicting the appearance of “home”.

Before eating, Qiao Wei went to Meng Xintang’s wine cabinet and picked a bottle of wine. Qiao Wei is a female qiáng, and even the selected wines are high-quality spirits. She took out two small cups and raised her hand to Meng Xintang: “A cup?”

“Okay.” Meng Xintang responded.

Who knows that Meng Xinchu also followed the excitement, holding up his hand and chanting: “I want what I want.”

“Where do you drink,” Qiao Wei laughed.

“I want to drink. I’m happy to get married. On the day of my wedding, I plan to have a few drinks.”

Qiao Wei had no choice but to follow her wishes and took another cup. When Meng Xinchu and the two of them went out, she stared at the wine in her hand for a while, then put it down and changed the bottle to a lower degree.

Meng Xinchu no longer remembers when he ate Qiao Wei’s last dish. A plate of prawns was eaten by her more than half. From time to time, Qiao Wei inquired about the wedding, Meng Xinchu answered carefully and thoughtfully, asked one answer and three sentences, and also provided related questions to explain immediately. When several people were half full, Qiao Wei told Meng Xinchu: “The other day your dad contacted me and said that he couldn’t get away, maybe there was no way to attend your wedding.”

At that time Meng Xinchu had already drank two small glasses of wine, his cheeks were reddish, and even the corners of his eyes were a little reddish. She paused for a moment and blinked: “No, didn’t you say you could come?”

“It seems that there is a part that needs technical debugging and temporary control.” When not talking, Qiao Wei’s lips were tightly pressed together, and there was another looseness in the eyes of Shang Meng Xinchu, “he said he would give you Call. “

Sitting next to him, Meng Xintang didn’t know how to describe his mood at the moment. He was disappointed and distressed. When he looked at Meng Xinchu, he felt a pain in his heart, but when he looked back, he seemed to be used to the general calm. He looked at the chandelier reflected on the plate, and suddenly felt that point was a bit dazzling.

He could see Meng Xinchu’s qiáng pretend to be happy, and of course Qiao Wei could see that she pressed Meng Xinchu’s hand to pour wine and winked at Meng Xintang. Meng Xintang stood up and whispered to Meng Xinchu that he would take her to rest.

Meng Xin was drunk early in the morning, but now she was holding Qiao Wei to death, she murmured something and was vague. Qiao Wei got closer and listened.

“Will mom go?”

No mother would be distressed when her daughter said such a thing. Qiao Wei has been busy with work, knowing that she has little care for her sons and daughters, so in the face of Meng Xinchu, she not only feels distressed, but also guilty. She reached out and touched Meng Xinchu’s face: “Of course you are going to get married, and your father wants to come back in particular.”

I don’t know if Meng Xinchu heard it or not. After this sentence, she let go of Qiao Wei’s hand.

Meng Xintang carried her into the bedroom, turned on the air conditioner, and carefully covered her with a small quilt. When Meng Xinchu was lying down, he was not stable, and he was talking unconsciously. He patted her back for a while, and the talented person on G slept. When he came out again, he saw that Qiao Wei was still sitting at the table, holding his glass of wine.

Qiao Wei was disturbed by the sound of Meng Xintang picking up chopsticks. She turned to God and asked, “Sleeping?”

“Ok.”

Meng Xintang took the dishes and put them in his mouth. After swallowing, he heard Qiao Wei saying, “I haven’t told you something yet, I’ve been judged by the head teacher.”

The sound of a collision was the tip of the chopsticks across the blue and white porcelain bowl.

Meng Xintang raised his glass and looked at Qiao Wei sincerely, “Congratulations.”

It is not easy to do this step, he knows Qiao Wei’s hard work and hard work.

Qiao Wei smiled and clinked with him. Qiao Wei always drank one drink, and never drank a glass of wine. Meng Xintang looked at her raised neck, and then he really understood how much he wanted to be a mother.

“I always feel that as long as a person has the ability, he should bear much responsibility, so I have always wanted to do a lot of things, to bear, to achieve.” Qiao Wei turned the wine glass in his hand and said slowly, ” When I was young, I had to do my best in everything. Later, I married your father and became the two of us to be the best in their respective fields of study. The more I study, the more I find a person Limited ability. Even if you have learned a lot and mastered a lot, when you and others flow, you will still find that what you know is just the tip of the professional iceberg. But the more I do, the more I think Go learn more. “

Meng Xintang listened in silence, feeling with a bit of empathy.

“I asked myself that I was doing a good job at work, but I had some responsibilities, and I couldn’t afford it.” Qiao Wei poured another glass of wine for himself, and when he lowered the glass, his eyes kept hanging down. , I have not fulfilled my responsibility as a mother. I believe that your father thinks so too. “

Meng Xintang can fully understand their mood, because perhaps this is the situation he will face. He sat beside Qiao Wei and embraced her shoulders.

“Mom, no one can really do everything, and there are never right or wrong choices in this kind of thing.”

It’s just that when you choose an ideal, you have to give up some tenderness, which is also a great part of the ideal.

Chapter nine

It was past zero after the two talked. Qiao Wei was leaving early in the morning. Meng Xintang urged her to go to sleep quickly. Simply clean up the dining table. He just planned to go to see Meng Xinchu again, and the door of the room was pushed open.

“Uncomfortable?” Meng Xintang asked, frowning when she saw her hand on her stomach.

“Want to drink water.”

Meng Xinchu’s mood was still not too high. When drinking water, the whole person seemed to be shrouded in depression. Meng Xintang walked to her, touched her head and said, “Don’t be too tangled, Dad really has no choice but to not come.”

Meng Xinchu’s teeth clung to the edge of the cup, and he did not speak for a long time. Finally, Meng Xintang took her hand to move the water cup, only to find that she was crying. Meng Xintang was a little flustered immediately, “hey”, and the next words got stuck in his throat.

“Why are you crying,” he wiped Meng Xinchu with a tissue and sighed. “Well, don’t cry.”

Meng Xinchu grabbed the paper towel and wiped it casually, leaning his head aside to prevent Meng Xintang from watching. Only then did she look a bit like the family.

“I know you’re wronged. When you see your dad next time, you can talk about him. Will you be out of breath?”

“Next time,” Meng Xinchu retorted, “I don’t know when it is next time. I specifically asked him to set a date, and he promised me that he would be back.”

“Well, he’s wrong,” Meng Xintang didn’t explain to his father anymore, he just tried to coax Meng Xinchu. After all, the world is big, the crying sister is the biggest.

In fact, in his opinion, Meng Xinchu was strong enough and sensible. This time, it was only because she encountered such a rare event as “wedding” that she had such a big emotional fluctuation.

Meng Xinchu lowered his head and wiped his tears for a while, then looked at him with red eyes and said, “Dad should still accompany me on the first road and give my hand jiāo to that big fool.”