ordinary human life

Li Yuanjia was stunned. He was very familiar with this bicycle, or he knew how to ride it when he was in school. How many years has it been?Unexpectedly, my father was not willing to throw it away.

Li Yuanjia's mother died very early, Li Lichun made a living by selling fish in the vegetable market, and raised him alone.

When he was a child, he hated Li Lichun very much, because he always had a fishy smell that couldn't be removed.

It wasn't until he graduated and started working by himself that he gradually understood his father's hard work.

After having a child, I feel more empathetic, and feel that I used to be such a jerk.

But Li Lichun never blamed him, and always looked cheerful.

From childhood to adulthood, the most I said to him was: "Remember to go home."

When I was young, I ran out to play with my classmates.

When I grew up, I went to other places to go to school.

Rented a house after working.

Married and have their own home.

……

Remember to go home.

"Home?" Li Yuanjia murmured.

It has not been his home since he got married.

How long has he not been back?

a month?two months?Or three months?He didn't remember it himself.

It seems that I haven't been back since the Spring Festival.

He was overwhelmed by work, family, and children.

He was not an outstanding person since he was a child, he was ordinary.

He feels his life is a mess.

"Husband, although this house is a bit old, it should sell well with a yard?" His wife, Huang Yarong, came out of the house and said excitedly.

Li Yuanjia didn't speak.

"Why don't you talk, are you dumb?" Huang Yarong raised her eyebrows angrily.

"I see." Li Yuanjia said in a low voice, then turned and walked into the house.

"My temper is not small."

Huang Yarong stared at his back, muttered something, was stunned when she saw the rusty bicycle next to her, then stretched out her hand to pull off the thing on it and cover it again.

Li Yuanjia returned to the house and saw his son looking up at the awards on the wall.

It has been posted for too long, and I can't tear it off.

"How about it, dad was great when he was young, right? You should study hard like dad in the future."

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His son Li Ziming gave him a sideways glance, and said, "Grandpa said, you were stupid when you were young, and you have been studying for so long, and these are just a few awards."

"You brat, why does grandpa tell you everything?" Li Yuanjia reached out and tapped him on the head.

Then he looked at the picture frame hanging on the wall next to him.

In this old-fashioned photo frame, there are six or seven photos, all in black and white, and only one in color.

It was one of Li Yuanjia's wedding photos. Li Yuanjia was sitting on a chair, his wife Huang Yarong was standing behind him, with a hand on his shoulder, her smile was full of happiness.

For the rest of the black and white photos, there are those where his father is holding him, those who are pulling him, and those who are riding on his father's neck...

They are all photos from when I was a child, not a single one after I was ten years old.

Looking at these photos, Li Yuanjia was stunned for a long time.

"Father." Son Li Ziming tugged at the skirt of his shirt.

"What's wrong?" Li Yuanjia lowered his head and asked.

"Are you missing Grandpa?" Li Ziming asked without looking at him for a moment.

Li Yuanjia hurriedly turned his head when he heard the words, pretending to be nonchalant and asked back: "Do you want to?"

"Think." Li Ziming said loudly.

"Grandpa is good to me." Li Ziming said a little sadly.

Li Yuanjia reached out and touched his head, silently.

Then he pointed to a piece of painting on the wall and said, "This is what I drew when I was a child."

"I know, grandpa said, what you drew is a big tiger. Look, I drew Wu Song to beat your tiger." Li Ziming pointed to a slender stick figure next to him, proudly.

"You brat." Li Yuanjia stretched out his arms to clamp his little head.

"I'm Wu Song. I'm not afraid of you. Look at me." Li Ziming struggled.

……

Huang Yarong came in from the yard, saw the playful father and son, smiled slightly, stood at the door, and then looked at the wall.

Huang Yarong and Li Yuanjia knew each other because they were introduced by acquaintances.

Although Li Yuanjia grew up in a single-parent family, he was honest and cared about his family, and treated her well. After dating for a while, they got married.

Because after they got married, they moved to a new house, so she didn't know much about her father-in-law Li Lichun.

The deepest impression is that the boiled fish is delicious.

Every time I come back, I cook a piece of fish for them and cook a large table of dishes.

People are cheerful all day long, as if they have no worries, and are very optimistic.

She also complained that her husband was like his father, unmotivated and hopeless.

The husband is always cheerful and silent.

Li Yuanjia, who was playing with his son, suddenly turned around, looked at Huang Yarong who was standing at the door, and said, "I don't want to sell?"

"Don't want to sell it? Why keep it? Do you live?" Huang Yarong's voice suddenly became louder.

"This is my home." Li Yuanjia said.

"Yunding Garden is your home." Huang Yarong said angrily.

"Anyway, I don't sell it." Li Yuanjia insisted.

"Whatever you want, think about Mingming later." Huang Yarong angrily walked out with her bag.

Li Yuanjia looked down at his son who was looking up at his neck.

With a calm expression, he said, "Let's go out for lunch and eat your favorite steak."

Chapter 273

Li Yuanjia took his son to eat the so-called steak, which was not a high-end place.

Seven 80 yuan a steak, fruit to eat.

But Li Ziming loves to eat, Li Yuanjia brought him here several times, but Huang Yarong refused.

Because Li Ziming loves to eat meat, if he eats too much, he will get angry easily, become constipated, gain weight and so on.

Regarding her son, Li Yuanjia was quite satisfied with Huang Yarong, and she really spent a lot of energy on her son.

This set meal steak, in addition to a steak, a small portion of pasta and a fried egg, is enough for eight or nine-year-old children, and there is no need to order anything else.

"Go and get some fruit for yourself." After ordering, Li Yuanjia said to his son who was sitting opposite and looked at him.

"Oh." Li Ziming replied, and walked slowly with the bowl.

Li Yuanjia took out his phone and opened WeChat, thought for a while and then put it down, staring blankly at the empty dinner plate in front of him, wondering what he was thinking.

Li Ziming came back soon, and put the bowl in front of Li Yuanjia.

"What's wrong?" Li Yuanjia asked, looking at the watermelon cut into pieces in the bowl.

"Father, I'll eat for you." Li Ziming said.

Li Yuanjia was stunned for a moment, then smiled and patted his head and said, "Eat it yourself."

"Dad, don't you like watermelon the most? You can eat it." He said, picked up the empty bowl in front of Li Yuanjia, and ran back to the self-service area.

Looking at his son's small back, Li Yuanjia didn't know why, but his originally depressed mood seemed to get better.

Watermelon is really sweet.

Li Ziming came back again, and he piled up the empty bowls.

Li Yuanjia took a look and reminded: "Eat less, be careful that you won't be able to eat the steak later."

Li Ziming heard the words, looked at the fruit in the bowl, and sighed deeply.

Then he suddenly asked, "Dad, are you going to divorce Mom?"

"Why do you ask that suddenly?" Li Yuanjia asked in surprise.

"My classmate's parents divorced, and he lived with his grandparents." Li Ziming said with his head down.

"Don't worry about adults' affairs, you children, just eat." Li Yuanjia said.

"I don't want you to divorce." Li Ziming said in a low voice.

"No one thinks..." Li Yuanjia said.

Li Ziming became happy when he heard the words, thinking that his father said he would not divorce.

……

After eating the steak, Li Yuanjia wandered back home with Li Ziming.

Huang Yarong was leaning on the sofa applying a mask.

Seeing Li Yuanjia, it seemed like he hadn't seen it.

Instead, he said directly to Li Ziming, "Son, have you eaten yet? Mom made you braised pork ribs."

Then he stood up.

"I've eaten it. Dad took me to eat steak." Li Ziming said happily.

"Still in the mood to eat steak?" Huang Yarong said angrily.

"Aren't you still thinking about applying a mask?" Li Yuanjia said plainly.

Then he turned and walked into the room.

"Not very capable, but also quite tempered." Huang Yarong was even angrier when she saw that Li Yuanjia had spoken against him.

Li Yuanjia didn't answer him, but took a change of clothes and prepared to take a bath.

Seeing Li Yuanjia's indifferent appearance, Huang Yarong became angry and said loudly, "I'm telling you, I'm going to sell this house, and you have to agree if you don't agree."

"I said, no." Li Yuanjia said firmly.

"No, we'll get a divorce. Life is over." Huang Yarong said loudly.

"But it's over." Li Yuanjia said lightly.

In his eyes, the wife wearing a mask is like a white-faced witch, which disgusts him.

Huang Yarong was stunned when she heard the words, thinking that she had heard wrongly.

This is not the first time she has said such words, every time it was Li Yuanjia who apologized and admitted his mistake, and then the two of them were Li Nong and I Nong again.

"What did you say?"

"I'm not going to let it go, divorce is divorce." Li Yuanjia stared into her eyes and said every word.

"What are you...how are you?" Huang Yarong grabbed the mask off her face with a look of disbelief.

"How many times have you talked about divorce? I told you, don't just talk about divorce when you have nothing to do. When I hear these two words and don't feel the pain in my heart, I will really divorce you." It's gone..." Li Yuanjia turned and went to the bathroom.

Seeing that Li Yuanjia wasn't sad at all, Huang Yarong showed a look of unwillingness.