Chapter 407 (1/2)

The sound of firecrackers rumbled outside, and the two old people at home were desolate.

Qiu Weimin carried his hands and looked at the laughter of other people's children outside. His whole body became more and more bent.

With a sigh, looking back, Qiu Weimin brushed the sparse gray hair in front of his forehead, subconsciously shook his head and waved away the thoughts in his mind.

Why do you think of that bastard again!

In anger, Qiu Weimin sat on the sofa and turned on the TV to the maximum.

However, the louder the TV is, the more desolate the family is. This is probably the same reason that birdsong mountain is more secluded.

In the past, at this time, he would probably put pen, ink, paper and inkstone in the yard and write several couplets for the neighbors for free.

Although all the benefits were won by the evil son, he was also happy to use his pen and ink and give full play to the waste heat.

But this year, he was not in the mood. He just fooled around in his study for a few minutes and hurriedly pasted a picture outside his house. Even in previous years, his neighbors came to invite him personally, but he didn't promise.

I really can't get up.

Lingering! Qiu Weimin put his hands on his face and rubbed them hard, as if he could rub away all the shadows of miscellaneous thoughts.

After a dizzy trance, I picked up the tea cup at hand and drank it. It was cold!

When the evil son was there, although there was nothing right, he would not let his tea cool

Is it really your fault? As soon as the idea flashed, Qiu Weimin resolutely shook his head. It's impossible! This is my insistence on family style and family motto and the inheritance of Chinese traditional culture. What's wrong?

There can be no mistake!

Just then, his wife Jiang Guiping's intermittent sobs came to his ears, which disturbed him for a while.

”What's the use of crying? Cried, can the evil son come back and admit his mistake? ” Qiu Weimin banged his tea cup on the table and said.

He has been working in the education department all his life. His style is rigid and resolute. He is also respected and treated well at home. No one dares to refute him.

Today, however, something is different.

As soon as he lost his temper, the kitchen door opened with a bang.

”You admit your mistakes one by one. As a result, your son doesn't return home now! Now you're happy. We'll just stare at you for the new year. Are you happy now? ”

Qiu Weimin was slightly surprised, and immediately became more and more grumpy. ”He doesn't return home. It's unfilial!”

Jiang Guiping simply couldn't wipe her tears. She let the two lines shed tears and said, ”he's unfilial. You forced him! If you hadn't driven him out of the house, would Xiaotian not return home? ”

”... until now, people can't find it. I don't know whether it's life or death. In the cold winter and December, can you eat and wear warm...” before she finished, Jiang Guiping burst into tears again.

Qiu Weimin was stunned, ”what are you talking about? Have you ever looked for that evil son? ”

Jiang Guiping wiped away her tears. Her low head rubbed against her and said, ”yes, yes, I've looked for it, but I didn't find it at all! Go to school, the school said he had resigned long ago; When he found the place he rented, people said he had moved away long ago. When he left, his daughter-in-law was eight months old. I don't know where it is now. How are you? ”

After saying this intermittently, Jiang Guiping began to cry again.

Qiu Weimin's face jerked and his eyebrows and eyes looked uncertain.

He has always been known for his strict family style, which is known to all his neighbors. However, it is ironic to raise Qiu Xiaotian, a son who has nothing to do. He is known as an artist all day. He knows how to flirt with a big girl's daughter-in-law when he opens his mouth.

However, these hatred for the people can be tolerated. After all, he knows that his son is just a mouthful, and actually he doesn't dare to go too far.

Until the beginning of this year, his wife repeatedly introduced him to the right person. He was talented and beautiful. He always looked down on him.