big city small home

Chapter 83
Had a good night's sleep in the city.As expected of a dormitory built by Sang Baiyue herself.The sheets and duvet cover are made of silk, which is silky soft and feels first-class.

When he woke up the next day, Little Zhenqi was still sleeping soundly.

Lu Zhenzhong went to the bedroom balcony, closed the bedroom balcony door and window, and called his mother.He knew that his mother was used to hard work and got up early in the morning.Sure enough, the call was connected quickly.

However, it was Daewoo who answered the phone.

It turned out that despite Lu's mother's objection, sister Lu Mei still sent Dayu to accompany Lu's mother.

Daewoo was a little shy, and frankly told Lu Zhenzhong that his grandmother's cell phone was with him, because he used it to play games last night.After exchanging pleasantries with Daewoo, Lu Zhenzhong asked how his grandmother was doing these days?
"Grandma is very energetic in front of people, and she is often in a daze when she is alone. Grandma always misplaces salt when cooking, either too bland or too salty. My mother came here to cook this week."

"Grandma hasn't recovered from the pain of losing grandpa, so please be considerate of her."

"Uncle doesn't need to see outsiders like this. I'll give my mobile phone to grandma, and you can talk to her."

The mobile phone was quickly handed over to Mother Lu.

"Zhenzhong." Lu's mother's voice came from the receiver, sounding empty, "How have you been for the past half month?"

Lu Zhenzhong suddenly hesitated, he didn't want to tell his mother about his father-in-law's illness.Mother is merciful by nature, and will add compassion to herself.That's pointless.

"I've had a good life. It's just that I'm a little busy at work." Lu Zhenzhong replied quite well.

"Save money well in the future. Be nice to Xiaosang. Don't get entangled with her about the funeral. We rushed the funeral. You have to be considerate of others. A woman has to go to work and take care of her children. easy."

"Okay." Lu Zhenzhong could only agree to relieve his mother's mental burden.

"Are Xiaosang's parents okay?"

Lu Zhenzhong closed his eyes, and replied: "Everything is fine. You can live your life with peace of mind. When Zhenqi is on vacation, I will take her back to Yilin on weekends."

"No. There's nothing interesting about Yilin. Just stay in Shanghai."

"Go back and see you."

"I don't have anything to look at. Don't worry about me, I'm fine. Work hard and run the house well. Mom can rest assured that you are doing well."

Lu Zhenzhong almost wet his eyes with tears.

The call was over after a few minutes.Lu Zhenzhong stood on the balcony, his heart was racing.

He goes back indoors.Little Zhenqi hadn't woken up yet, and was fast asleep.Lu Zhenzhong sat on the edge of the big bed, staring at his daughter.

On the rare gel-like skin, the dark eyelashes are long and curled.Zhenqi is not a little beauty under the traditional aesthetics, but still an irreplaceable little angel in Dad's heart.

Lu Zhenzhong gently stroked Zhenqi's hair with his fingers.While answering her mother's phone call, while staring at her daughter, Bingbulin became unreal and blurred.The throbbing deep in my heart gradually subsided.

Lu Zhenzhong knew that he had been bit by bit trapped by his mother's expectations, his responsibilities to his daughter, and Sang Baiyue's father's sudden illness.They twisted together into one rope, binding him to the role of son of man, father of man, and husband of man.The romantic role without a sense of responsibility is getting farther and farther away from him.

Zhenqi's eyes rolled, her eyelashes curled up, and her eyes opened.Seeing her father, she smiled softly and murmured "Dad" inarticulately.Lu Zhenzhong felt his heart was about to melt.

Let the romantic role be far away, and you can't be too greedy.

The mother's exhortation and the daughter's cuteness made Lu Zhenzhong a lot softer today.He is always ready to offer His verbal comfort.Unfortunately, neither Sang Baiyue nor Sang's mother planned to give him this chance.

Sang Baiyue came back from the hospital, went to the vegetable shop downstairs, and brought back a lot of ingredients.She yawned as she made lunch.Lu Zhenzhong walked over to look. There was soft music playing and a fan in the kitchen.Sang Baiyue did it in a leisurely manner, as if she was enjoying herself.

"Did you sleep well last night?" Lu Zhenzhong asked.

Sang Baiyue flicked her hair: "Better than expected."

Only.

End.

"Is Dad okay?" Lu Zhenzhong asked while secretly spurning himself.Still too soft-hearted.

"He's okay. He's emotionally stable. He asked me to tell you that you don't have to go to the hospital to see him. When he comes home from surgery, you can buy him a cream cheese cake to welcome him."

Lu Zhenzhong smiled unconsciously.The image of the old man in his heart has grown a bit taller.

"I'm just repeating. You don't have to worry about the cake. He actually wants to eat what I made, but he just can't bear my hard work. I know it in my heart. If I'm not too tired, I'll make it for him myself. If I'm too tired, I'll help him buy one online. "

Lu Zhenzhong nodded.He couldn't believe that such a big thing as the father-in-law's cancer came to an end in such a peaceful way?
"Oh, that's right." Sang Baiyue stopped chopping vegetables and turned to look at Lu Zhenzhong.Lu Zhenzhong couldn't help but feel refreshed, and looked at Sang Baiyue with piercing eyes.Is the double standard thing about to start?
"Under the bed in Anting's bedroom, there is a milk box, in which is the money you transferred to me. It was quilt a while ago, and then the market improved, so I took it all out. I originally wanted to transfer the money to you, but then I just took it out for fun. All cash was withdrawn." Sang Baiyue lowered her eyes, and her voice became deeper.

"I'm sorry, I missed your father's treatment. I didn't know how to speak, so I kept it under the bed."

The resentment against Sang Baiyue in Lu Zhen's center suddenly dissipated half again, and he half-truthfully said: "It just happens to be used by your father."

Sang Baiyue shook her head: "They have money. They don't need ours for retirement."

After explaining about the money, Sang Baiyue turned around and continued cutting vegetables.Lu Zhenzhong was left stunned.

He even forgot about regional differences and regional culture!
It is the Shanghai parents' plan to take care of themselves and leave their children to die.Just as they ask children who live at home after work to pay for meals, just as they give children who study a fixed amount of pocket money every month.In terms of money and economic exchanges, if you can name it, try to figure it out clearly.

He completely regarded Sang Baiyue and her parents as a family, but he didn't know that Sang Baiyue and her parents had separate financial accounts.Sang Baiyue regards her parents as one. In fact, the bank accounts of Sang's mother and Sang's father are also used separately.

How much money was spent and what was bought, as long as the amount is not very large, there is no need to discuss or report to Sang Baiyue.It's not that he is an exception, but everyone in the Sang family has such freedom.

A while ago, because his father was sick and nervous, Lu Zhenzhong instinctively decided that the Sang family was obliged to help him financially.In fact, the Sang family didn't think so.

Just because they don't think so doesn't mean they won't necessarily reach out to help.It just means that, in their eyes, spending money is a priority.Father Lu had to spend the money first, and almost ran out, before it was their turn to lend a helping hand.

Realizing this, Lu Zhenzhong has no more confidence to get angry with Sang Baiyue.

He looked at Sang Baiyue who was calm and busy in the kitchen, and fell into introspection.

(End of this chapter)