Rebirth of the Routine King

After laughing with Wang Zhouzhou for a while, Wang Yan ran outside the gate and smoked a cigarette.

Wang Yan remembered that in his previous life, he learned to smoke in college.

At that time, there was a classmate named Wen Bing in the dormitory who was a heavy smoker. He happened to sleep on the bunk above Wang Yan, so he encouraged Fang Yan to have a smoke.

Because of financial difficulties, Wang Yan smiles less and less on the university campus.

When people feel depressed and melancholy, they always like to find something to vent their feelings about. Wang Yan fell in love with the smoky feeling when he first came into contact with smoking.

When my father Wang Dacai discovered that he had this bad habit when he went home for the holidays, he was so angry that he almost beat himself up again.

It was his mother, Li Xinlan, who intervened to stop Wang Dacai's rage.

My mother was very open-minded about my smoking behavior, but she only told me with concern not to smoke too much, as it would hurt my lungs...

...

Just as he finished smoking a cigarette, he heard Wang Dacai calling his name in the yard.

After Wang Yan responded, he ran to the sink and rinsed his mouth to remove the smell of cigarette smoke.

Then he happily ran into the kitchen and helped serve food to the main room.

Wang Dacai took the lunch box and packed lunch meals for Wang Yuan and his wife.

After putting the meal in the lunch box, Wang Dacai did not rush to the hospital, but sat down at the small table to eat together.

"Mom, are you not going home today?" Wang Yan thought about it for a moment and figured out the key.

Li Xinlan nodded lightly: "Well, the baby has been a bit noisy these past two days. Your brother was very tired yesterday, and your dad won't be back today."

Wang Yan was not surprised and took a big gulp of the porridge.

"Second brother, why don't you eat vegetables?"

Wang Zhouzhou asked curiously when he saw Wang Yan holding half a steamed bun and eating porridge without eating even a morsel of vegetables.

"Yes, Wang Yan, why don't you order some food?" Li Xinlan was also a little curious.

"Who knows what he has in mind! In the past, when I sat down for dinner, he ate all the food, like a little pig..." Wang Dacai never said anything to Wang Yan.

Care and comfort, only endless complaints and complaints.

Wang Yan took another bite of the steamed bun, drank the porridge, and said a little vaguely:

"I don't eat vegetables because... I want to save the best food for my dearest people. When I think about not being able to see Zhouzhou for another half month, and when I think about my mother working hard for the family all day long,

When I think of Lao Wang..."

"If you're full, just grab the bowl and get out! Don't make me so disgusting that I can't eat." Wang Dacai interrupted Wang Yan's sensationalism rudely.

This kid knows very well that it will definitely not be a good thing to say when it's his turn.

"Haha..." Wang Yan didn't say much and sent the bowl to the kitchen and washed it clean.

"Wang Yan...."

Li Xinlan called to Wang Yan who was about to go upstairs to read.

"Mom! What's your order?"

Li Xinlan took out a hundred yuan and said warmly:

"You've finished the college entrance examination, so don't work too hard. Go out with your friends and relax online."

Wang Yan did not accept the money and said with a smile:

"Dad definitely didn't tell you that I have money now! I still have four hundred yuan left!"

Ignoring Wang Zhouzhou's strange glance, he continued:

"When I run out of money, I'll ask you again. I'll read a book first and then go out to play later. I developed the habit of reading right after dinner in school, and I won't be able to change it for a while."

Li Xinlan always believed Wang Yan's words. When he saw this, he put away the money and said nothing more.

Wang Yan suddenly thought of something and hurriedly said:

"Mom, I remember you had a light blue skirt before, why haven't I seen you wearing it before?"

Li Xinlan smiled and said: "Dad bought it for your mom when you were little. How old is your mom now? Why don't you wear it when you go out and make other people laugh? She stopped wearing it a long time ago..."

Wang Yan knew that his mother definitely didn’t throw it away, so he said:

"Mom, you're not old either. You look like you're in your twenties or early thirties at most. Mom~~~~ I really want to see you wear it again, so just show it to me!"

Wang Dacai thought Wang Yan was making trouble unreasonably and stopped him:

"Stop making trouble, your mother is still eating! Besides, the clothes are more than ten years old, where can you find them?"

Wang Yan still insists:

"Mom, just show me what you're wearing! And let me see how dad looked at that time..."

When Wang Yan said this, a trace of pride suddenly appeared on Wang Dacai's face:

"It goes without saying that I have good taste. At that time, as long as your mother went out wearing that dress, women in the entire village did not dare to raise their heads..."

Then he added: "Of course, your mother's handsome appearance accounts for a large part of the reason."

Li Xinlan hesitated for a moment, and a long-lost breath surged in her heart. After a moment, she said: "I don't know if I can still find it..."

After saying that, he put down the bowls and chopsticks and walked into the room.

Li Xinlan walked into the room without stopping. She walked to an old wooden box with a clear purpose and opened the lid. It was filled with thick winter clothing.

She gently took out the clothes one by one, until she was almost empty, and then a neatly folded light blue skirt appeared in her eyes.

It is said to be light blue, but it may have faded to light white due to excessive scrubbing, and only light blue traces can be seen.

Most of the fabric of the skirt has pilled and is even severely worn at the edges. You can tell at a glance that it has a long history and a heavy feel.

Li Xinlan gently picked it up, then gently rubbed the skirt with her palms, her eyes full of tenderness, as if she was recalling many past events.

Putting on the dress again, Li Xinlan stood in front of a full-length mirror with several cracks.

At this time, she looked like a lively girl, holding the hem of her skirt and looking at herself constantly. She also turned around and admired the lines of her back.

It wasn't until she saw the wrinkled face in the mirror that her bright eyes slowly dimmed.

It was only a short moment, but this hard-working mother felt that more than ten years had passed.

If they weren't all from my own family, they wouldn't go out wearing this girly skirt...

After mentally finding a reason for herself to wear it out, Li Xinlan plucked up the courage and pushed open the door.

"Mom! This skirt looks so good!" Wang Zhouzhou praised with shining eyes.

Wang Dacai also put down his bowls and chopsticks and looked at his wife with joy.

In Wang Yan's eyes, except for the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, her mother has not changed much from before. Her figure is still slender, her skin is much fairer than her peers, and although her hair is not as black as she remembered, it is still as thick as before.

I remember when I was a child, the house at that time was still an old-fashioned bungalow. My father went out to work. My eldest brother Wang Yuan had just started school. My mother, who was pregnant with Wang Zhouzhou, was cooking in the kitchen, and I ran around the yard like crazy.

At that time, I was curious about the world. One moment I ran to the kitchen to share what I saw and heard with my mother; the other moment I ran to the main room to arrange the furnishings; the next moment I got into the room and jumped here and there...

..

Just when I was jumping up and down in the room, I suddenly heard a crisp sound of 'click', and my mother's favorite big mirror was broken by me...

Hearing her cry, her mother hurried to the room and looked at the cracked full-length mirror...

She ran over first to ask if she was injured....

In her heart, any beloved object is inferior to her own crying.

...

The memory was instantly brought back. Wang Yan looked at the light blue skirt that he had not seen for a long time, his eyes were red, and he smiled:

“It’s so beautiful!”

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