Raising Babies in the 70s - Chapter 136

Zhao Jianghong was confused by the very lifelike words in his mouth. My wife? My sons?

Also his expression was, how to say, a bit gentle.

He had seen that man’s aggressive face when he was fourteen or fifteen years old, and the man in front of him was mature and handsome. When he talked about his wife, the smile that came out of the corner of his lips made people faint.

Zhao Jianghong was embarrassed, but he saw the photos on the wall. There were so many photos on the wall of the Lu House. The woman next to Lu Yan in the photo needed no introduction. It must be his wife Qin Rou. 

The woman in the photo smiled charmingly and beautifully. In every photo, Lu Yan was standing with her. The two were extremely close. There was no need to say nonsense at all. Anyone with eyes could see the deep affection between the two. In addition, more impactful was the photo of a family of four.

That had two identical kids.

Zhao Jianghong: “…”

He was shocked for a while, and almost forgot what he planned to do in the first place.

But at that moment, a soft and beautiful voice came from outside, “Lu Yan, Lu Yan, Brother Lu, come and see. I brought back some cute clothes for the babies, small clothes that my sister made!!”

Qin Rou just returned to the yard. She glanced at the water-stained diapers. Detective Qin, through simple reasoning, determined that her husband was back.

“Do you know, even my sister knows that I went to the kindergarten to dance. It’s a shame to be so loving, but Xiao Jjingyi betrayed me, his aunt,” Qin Rou said as she entered the room. But found that there was a guest at home.

“Hello, comrade.”

There was actually a strange man sitting in the room. He was also tall. He looked very energetic. His forehead was narrow. Judging from his attire, he should also be an officer. 

Lu Yan introduced him to her, “This is my former friend, Lao Zhao, Zhao Jianghong.”

 “Hello, Comrade Zhao.”

Lu Yan placed his arm around his wife’s shoulder and continued to introduce, “This is my wife, Qin Rou.”

“I fell in love with her the first time I saw her last year. It was the first time in twenty-five years that your buddy was tempted. After seeing her, I went back and applied for the marriage immediately.”

 “We have two children this year.”

 Zhao Jianghong looked at the couple in front of him and couldn’t tell how he felt. It was like being hit with a sap on the back of his head.

Just subconsciously, he politely said, “Hello, sister-in-law, I mean ma’am.”

“She is your sister-in-law, why are you calling her ma’am in front of me, your brother?”

Zhao Jianghong: “…”

“Comrade Zhao, are you staying at our house for dinner today? Then I’ll make some more.”

 “No, no, I won’t.”

 “Stay,” Lu Yan pressed his shoulder.

Zhao Jianghong didn’t know why he went there, or why he stayed at another person’s house to eat. He sat on a needle and pins. The food at the table in front of him was extraordinarily rich, as it was better than the dishes of other people’s state-run restaurants. It was more delicate and beautiful, showing the hostess’s beauty and intelligence. Next to it, there was a big steamed bun kneaded by Comrade Lu Yan, which reminded him of his hometown.

During the meal, the family’s two little nephews also came. The two little guys huddled together and said something that adults couldn’t understand, while Lu Yan had his lovely wife by his side and his pair of sons.

The two little guys who looked exactly the same were raised to be white and tender, and they grinned when they were teased. The two had a good relationship with each other. When the older brother laughed, the younger brother also laughed.

It was particularly flattering.

 Moreover, their facial features looked like Lu Yan.

 Zhao Jianghong: “…” 

Breaking open the steamed bun in his hand, he felt that the steamed bun was particularly choking.

Zhao Jianghong couldn’t understand why he made such a trip.

Didn’t he want to fight Lu Yan? But he was sitting at his dinner table and eating steamed buns made by him.

‘D*mn, this steamed bun is so choking.’

Zhao Jianghong thought that he must have had water in his head in the past. (stupid)

The radio next to him began to play the literary program again, which was the background sound of a movie.

When Lu Yan heard it, he was surprised, “It’s a coincidence. This is the movie we watched when my wife and I first met.”

Qin Rou: “It’s true, but we saw the second half, the end of the film. I’ve sung it to you before.”

 “My wife used to sing in the art troupe. She has a good voice and sings well. My wife can also dance—”

“Lu Yan!!! Don’t you know how to be serious?”

…

Zhao Jianghong ate the steamed buns silently. He felt that the steamed buns were dry, and there was a problem with the fermentation—they were sour.

After eating sour steamed buns, he had to stay in someone else’s house overnight and suffered a lot.

He tossed and turned. He couldn’t fall asleep, and didn’t think about anything else. He felt that he had been living a ridiculous life all those years.

Maybe it was because he was getting older and was living alone outside day by day. In fact, he just wanted to live an ordinary life of having a wife and children, and didn’t want to toss any more. 

The next day after leaving the house, Zhao Jianghong called Tan Rou. In the past, she could not be reached by call, but that day it was easy to get in touch.