Dressed as a little fool: marry and have children

Liu Xiuxiu returned home in a depressed mood. When she opened the door, she saw the pile of unfinished matchboxes on the table. They were piled there like a small mountain, as if silently calling her.

She sighed, temporarily locked up her annoyance in a corner of her heart, and devoted herself to this simple and repetitive work.

Her fingers seemed to have a spirit, dancing lightly between the papers, folding and pasting again and again, with smooth and graceful movements. In her hands, the matchboxes seemed to be given life, and gradually transformed from flat papers into three-dimensional existences.

Liu Xiuxiu's eyes sparkled with concentration, an expression that only appeared when she was completely immersed in her work. Her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she was thinking about how to make the matchbox more perfect; the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, as if she was proud of her craftsmanship. The whole world seemed to be still, with only her and her matchbox.

Time passed unnoticed, the sun shone in through the window, sprinkled on her body, and covered her with a layer of golden light. It was not until her stomach made a dissatisfied gurgling sound that Liu Xiuxiu woke up from the world of matchboxes as if from a dream. She looked up at the sun outside the window and realized that it was already noon.

She stretched and felt her neck a little sore. Her eyes unconsciously fell on the table, the number of completed matchboxes, close to 400, but still some distance away from the goal. She had no intention of stopping to rest, because she knew her task was not yet completed.

She went to the kitchen and simply served herself a bowl of leftover porridge from the morning. After a few mouthfuls, she returned to the table and continued to work on pasting matchboxes.

Although Liu Xiuxiu's movements were a little tired, her eyes revealed determination and persistence. She seemed to see the moment when she completed the task, and the satisfaction and sense of accomplishment made her forget her tiredness. In this way, she has been busy in the world of pasting matchboxes.

At the same time, He Yuzhu hurried to the courtyard. He pushed open the door and saw Liu Xiuxiu concentrating on pasting the last matchbox. He looked at Liu Xiu with some heartache, then walked over and sat next to Liu Xiuxiu.

"Xiu Xiu, you are so outstanding. I wanted to come back to be with you, but you didn't even give me a chance." He Yuzhu smiled helplessly. There was a hint of disappointment in his tone, but more of it was admiration for Liu Xiu Xiu.

Liu Xiuxiu did not respond to He Yuzhu immediately, but carefully put away the pasted matchboxes one by one. After she finished sorting them, she raised her head, smiled at He Yuzhu, and said:

"Okay, I'll continue to receive more after I hand in the task tomorrow. Won't you have a chance then?" Her tone was relaxed and cheerful, as if it was not a big deal at all.

When He Yuzhu heard this, he immediately felt that it made sense. The sense of loss in his heart also dissipated a lot. He nodded and said with a smile: "Then it's settled, you have to leave some for me tomorrow." After that, he stretched and sat on the edge of the bed.

Then, he suddenly remembered Liu Xiuxiu's physical condition, and the smile on his face gradually faded. He frowned and asked with concern: "You didn't spend the whole day at home making matchboxes without any rest?" His tone was full of worry and concern.

Liu Xiuxiu looked at He Yuzhu's concerned expression, and a warm current surged in her heart. She knew that He Yuzhu was a considerate person who always gave her warmth and care inadvertently.

She smiled and shook her head, saying softly, "Brother Yuzhu, don't worry, I haven't neglected my health. I even went to the backyard to help the deaf old lady clean up today."

After saying that, Liu Xiuxiu secretly glanced at He Yuzhu's face, worried that her behavior would cause his dissatisfaction. However, what she saw was He Yuzhu's slightly puzzled expression. Her heart tightened, and she asked cautiously: "Brother Yuzhu, are you angry with me?"

He Yuzhu couldn't help but frowned when he heard Liu Xiuxiu's words. He knew that Liu Xiuxiu was not a person who liked to take the initiative to socialize, especially with other people in the courtyard. Therefore, he asked gently: "Xiuxiu, I don't blame you, I'm just a little curious, why did you think of going to the backyard to help today?"

Liu Xiuxiu looked at He Yuzhu's gentle eyes, and the tension in her heart eased a little. She decided to tell He Yuzhu exactly what happened today so that he could understand the whole process.

Then, Liu Xiuxiu began to narrate, describing in detail to He Yuzhu everything from Qin Huairu's suggestion that she help clean up the deaf old lady's house to her later implicit expression that she wanted He Yuzhu to go over to cook.

He Yuzhu listened quietly with a frown on his face. After Liu Xiuxiu finished telling the whole story, He Yuzhu realized that the deaf old lady was concerned about her craft. She thought that Liu Xiuxiu was a new daughter-in-law and it was difficult to refuse her because of her face, so she took the second and third aunts into account.

So, He Yuzhu said to Liu Xiuxiu: "I heard that this deaf old lady is a five-guarantee household and donated shoes to the Red Army, so the people in the courtyard will give her face to some extent, but you don't have to pay too much attention to it. There is no such custom in the courtyard. Our family has never been close to them. Don't bother with them if you come to them again in the future."

Liu Xiuxiu listened to He Yuzhu's words and realized that she was trapped by Qin Hairu today, so she nodded to He Yuzhu seriously and said, "Brother Yuzhu, I understand."

He Yuzhu saw that Liu Xiuxiu understood what he meant and didn't say anything more. However, he was determined in his heart to find a job for his wife no matter what, and he could buy her a job if that was not possible.