Reborn 1980 Koi Cute Wife

Chapter 8
"Okay."

On the first day of the new year, she happily agreed, saying "You are my person", which made her happy. He also said it in his previous life, and he kept saying this for eight years until he...
"Stupid girl, but she's cute and silly."

Lu Haoting turned his head to look at the first day of the new year. Under the golden sun, her smile was so bright that it seemed to be in full bloom—a black rose. The black is a little darker, and her skin is also rough, but it is better than her facial features.

What is particularly eye-catching is that the pair of watery apricot eyes have been smudged with tears, and the sparkling eyes seem to have a pool of clear spring water inside.

Lu Haoting concluded that a silly girl is easy to be satisfied.

On the first day of the lunar new year, relying on the memory of his previous life, he helped Lu Haoting all the way to bring him back to his home.

Lu Haoting found out that he took him to the family building of the steel factory at the beginning of the year, and looked at her in surprise. So she is a family member?I really didn't see it.

Because the first day of the new year looks very rustic, the face is dark and red, and the skin color is unique to rural children. They are wearing homespun clothes, the colors are old-fashioned, and they turn white after washing.

The blue coarse trousers are fat and big, with patches on the knees, and the shoes under the feet are even more old-fashioned. The hand-stitched black corduroy mother’s shoes have been pushed out between the toes and I am reluctant to change them. This kind of shoes is not to mention a little girl. Even those old women rarely wear them.

Not everyone in the compound of the steel factory is rich, but there are no girls dressed like her.

On the first day of the new year, he didn't pay attention to Lu Haoting's expression. He supported Lu Haoting, who weighed more than 100 kilograms, and was already tired and panting heavily. His back was sweating and his legs were shaking every time he took a step.

But she was immersed in the joy of rebirth, so what if she was a little tired?
Seeing that Lu Haoting worked hard on the first day of the new year, Lu Haoting's brows were furrowed, and he felt a little uncomfortable. Why did he feel like he was bullying her?

At the beginning of the year, the family lived on the third floor. When going upstairs, Lu Haoting grabbed the handrail of the stairs and forced himself to walk.

"Let me help you."

Lu Haoting wanted to help on the first day of the new year, but Lu Haoting refused in a rough voice: "Go away, you are clumsy, the little master has legs."

On the first day of the new year, he looked at him helplessly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, duplicity, obviously seeing that he was tired, and he couldn't bear it, so he kept his mouth stubborn.

At the door of the house, on the first day of the new year, I lifted the mat at the door according to my memory, and took out the door key from underneath.

"Silly, put the key here, so you won't be afraid of thieves?"

Lu Haoting supported the wall with his hand and wiped the cold sweat from the pain on his head. Seeing that the door key was left behind casually, he couldn't help admonishing her.

After all, she is a girl from the countryside, does she have any common sense?
"There's nothing to steal from my house."

At the beginning of the year, a flash of coldness flashed across his eyes, he pushed open the door, and helped Lu Haoting into the room.

"Yes, it's true, your mice walk around, and thieves have to cry when they come in."

Lu Haoting entered the door and leaned against the wall, looking at the barren house, a smirk curled up on the corner of his mouth, and there was a lazy sarcasm in his voice.

"Ah."

Looking at the home of the previous life on the first day of the new year, the living room was originally small, with a dilapidated dining table, two old stools, and no extra decorations, it seemed extremely empty.

Looking up at the old photo frame hanging on the wall, it was a family portrait, inside it was a family of three, father had a serious face, his eyes were cold and without warmth.

Mom pursed her lips awkwardly, and there was tension in the photos. There was an obvious distance between father and mother, showing indifference and alienation, while she squatted at their feet stupidly, smiling at the camera.

Looking at this family portrait, my heart ached on the first day of the new year. Tears welled up in my eyes, and the family portrait gradually became blurred. Only my mother was left looking at her tenderly.

"Hey, is it your house? What are you looking at?"

(End of this chapter)