The Supreme Villainess’s Journeys as a Cannon Fodder

After eating, Gu Tingyuan was studying in the inn, and Shaoyin took An'er out of the house, planning to stroll around the bustling Fucheng.

Tea shops, cloth shops, jewelry shops, restaurants, restaurants, chess rooms, dim sum shops... all kinds of shops stand on both sides of the road, especially the tangy aroma coming from the restaurant. It is simply overbearing and you will not be able to escape after a long distance. .

An'er was fascinated by the prosperity, with a pair of big eyes open, she looked at the left side and the right side. He often walked and bumped into Shaoyin's leg, but he didn't even notice it.

Shaoyin didn't want her son to watch. Before going out, she took some money with her, bought An'er a sugar man, a woodcarving trolley, a handful of nine chains, and packed a few snacks suitable for children.

She didn't buy anything herself, and she thought about how to make money.

Although Gu Tingyuan is very hardworking and often takes home from home, it is far from enough for Shaoyin. Apart from anything else, she didn't want to wash the clothes by herself, nor did she want to cook, let alone squeeze a bed with a big man or a child.

She wants to live in a large courtyard with servants around her. In summer, some people give it a fan to cool off, and in winter some people burn the soup to warm the bed. She is here to do the task, not to let herself suffer.

"Bang!" Suddenly a man flew out in front of him and fell heavily to the ground. Behind him followed a group of men with ferocious looks and cursing, screaming at him, kicking him contemptuously, and cursing: "No money, get out! "

Shaoyin covered An'er's eyes for the first time, and bent over and hugged him in his arms. He didn't walk away, but looked up at the past.

I saw the man get up, flattering and flattering: "San Ye, let me play two more, I will soon get back to my money, when I get back to my money--"

"Get out!" Several men ignored him, turned and walked in.

The man wanted to follow up and was beaten out as soon as he entered the door. This time he suffered a few feet on his leg, and he was so painful that he couldn't stand up, and he was dripping with cold sweat. After a long while, I was finally able to stand up, but didn't dare to rush in any more, and limped away.

Only then did Shaoyin let An'er go, stood upright, and led his son past the gate of Xinglong Gambling House without squinting.

She thought, she found a way to make money.

When the sun rose to the sky, Shaoyin returned to the inn with a portion of wontons. She and her son are full, and this one is for Gu Tingyuan.

"Thank you lady." Gu Tingyuan put away the book, held the wonton, and looked up at her, the tenderness in his eyes almost overflowing.

Shaoyin got goose bumps.

This man was extremely tired of getting up early in the morning, and he didn't know what was wrong.

"Father, I'm listening to the show!" An'er held the wooden cart, ran to Gu Tingyuan, climbed onto the stool, and talked about what she had seen in the morning.

He was young and tired after walking for a while, so Shaoyin took him to the teahouse to listen to his husband's storytelling. It was a story of a great general galloping on the battlefield and taking the enemy's first rank thousands of miles away. The story was extremely enthusiastic, and An'er could not understand much, but the atmosphere infected him, and he was very excited along the way.

Gu Tingyuan is actually not interested in what his son has heard, but this is his own son after all, so he has a dual purpose and separates a little attention to his son. From time to time, he says "Is it?" ", most of my mind is on his wife.

His eyes were as gentle as the Zhanzhan lake, warm and sparkling, and his thick affection was pouring out like honey.

Fengyan blinked lightly, obviously not doing anything, but it seemed to have brought a small hook, all of a sudden to hook people.

Shaoyin thought he was crazy.

He got up and said: "I have something to do. Come back before dinner."

Gu Tingyuan was startled, his body leaned forward unconsciously, and subconsciously wanted to keep her. But speaking out, it was: "Okay, then An'er and I will wait for you to come back."

The moment she turned to go out, the light in his eyes dimmed a bit, and the small wontons in the bowl didn't feel fragrant anymore.

An'er didn't know his father's mood changes, but still talked about happy things enthusiastically, and gradually aroused Gu Tingyuan's mood again. Speed ​​up and finish eating small wontons, he hugged his son on his lap and started talking to him: "Do you still recite the poem that you taught you yesterday?"

An'er got stuck, but it didn't take long for him to remember, and slowly recite it: "The whole city is full of flames..."

Gu Tingyuan hugged his son’s soft body, listened to his immature but clear poem recitations, and looked at his and his wife’s similar noses and mouths. His heart was slightly relaxed. His wife loves her son so much, she must give up her son. Also reluctant to let his son leave his father.

However, his eyes still darkened.

Since that incident, his wife has treated him worse than before. Although she said "not angry" and treated him a lot, he could feel that she was not close to him in her heart.

Why didn't she get close to him? What should he do to get her to get close to him again?

Once Gu Tingyuan thought, as long as his wife is still close to him as before, he wants her to quarrel with him, quarrel with him, even beat him and scold him every day.

But now, he hesitated.

It is difficult for people who live a good life to go back to the past. Over the past month, his wife has stopped arguing with him, and started to interact with the people in the village. After her son is caring for her, she will cook delicious meals every night and wait for him to come back. This is a day he never dreamed of.

He has tasted the taste of being cared for. He doesn't have to work so hard every day, and he doesn't need to worry about being noisy.

"Father? Father?" There was something shaking in front of him. Gu Tingyuan glanced intently. It was his son Bainen's little hand. "What is he thinking?"

Gu Tingyuan returned to his senses, grabbed his son's white tender little hand, and squeezed it in his palm, obviously feeling soft. This is not there before, and my son has become chubby during this time. Even if some meat was lost on the way to Fucheng, he was still fatter than before.

This is all the credit of the wife. Gu Tingyuan thought of what his wife had done recently. She caught fish, touched mussels, caught golden cicadas, and sometimes went into the mountains to set traps to catch hares. I carefully feed my son every day, and feed his son healthy and strong, even he benefits from it and can eat some good food every day.

That's it. He sighed in his heart.

If his wife does not get close to him, she will not get close to him.

His life is much better than before, especially for his son. He is still so young, and having a mother who loves him is far more important than having a close pillow.

To be content, Gu Tingyuan thought.

A little regret was pressed in his heart, taught his son to recite a new poem, and taught him arithmetic, so that he took Jiulianhuan to the bed to play, sitting at the table and reading by himself.

An'er is very good. He knows that his father wants to study, so he doesn't make a lot of noise. Tired of playing, I went to sleep by myself. Before going to bed, I also know to cover the quilt.

Shaoyin came back in the evening.

When she came back, she was carrying a roast chicken and a bag of steamed buns. There is light in the eyes, and the look is flying, and at first sight, I have encountered a good thing.

"Yinyin is back." Gu Tingyuan put down the book and stood up to pick up the things in her hand.

An'er got off the bed too, "Mother!"

Like a small cannonball, it was thrown into the mother's arms, climbing up with little hands and feet.

Shaoyin smiled, bent over to pick him up, and kissed his delicate little cheek: "Did you miss me?"

An'er held her face, "Boom Boom Boom", printed the drool marks all over her face, and said loudly: "Thinking about it! Thinking about it! An'er misses her mother!"

The smile on Shaoyin's face increased. The joy of raising a baby lies in that the baby is intimate with you, and the inadvertent childish talk will always be sweet to the heart.

Shaoyin has raised a few little cubs, boys and girls. Watching them grow up into a group of soft little things that they never speak, they grow up to become outstanding and outstanding young people. The fun of it is far more than that of falling in love. of.

Man, that's it. After Shaoyin entered the room, he just smiled and nodded towards Gu Tingyuan, then sat down at the table with his son, and pulled the rope away with one hand, revealing the roast chicken wrapped inside, and the fragrant smell exploded immediately. Drill in the person's nostrils.

"Are An'er hungry?" Shaoyin asked her son while picking up his chopsticks and picking drumsticks.

An'er nodded: "I'm hungry."

Dad said that he would eat after his mother came back, so he only gave him two snacks to cushion his stomach. He wasn't very hungry right now, but the smell of the roasted chicken was too domineering, and all of a sudden the greedy worms in his stomach screamed.

Shaoyin clamped the chicken leg, wrapped it in a handkerchief, held it in his hand, and fed it to An'er, "Eat."

The roast chicken is covered with oil. Let the children eat it by themselves, so that they must be dipped in the oil on one hand. If it is accidentally wiped on the clothes, it will be enough.

Shaoyin doesn't like washing clothes, so she simply feeds him by herself.

Seeing that his wife didn't see herself in his eyes, even if he was mentally prepared to be "not greedy" and "contented", Gu Tingyuan felt sour in his heart.

How can contentment be possible? Who doesn't want to have a caring person?

So Shaoyin fed An'er, and Gu Tingyuan rolled up his sleeves, tore off the chicken pieces, and fed them to Shaoyin's mouth.

Shaoyin glanced at him, and opened his mouth to eat.

Gu Tingyuan fed her two mouthfuls of meat and then a mouthful of steamed buns. After eating a few bites, he brought tea and fed it to her mouth to relieve her tiredness.

"..."

Leaning his head back, avoiding the teacup, "You eat it yourself."

Gu Tingyuan lowered his eyelids a little shyly: "Okay."

Sure enough, I ate it by myself.

He only eats chicken heads, chicken necks, chicken feet and other parts with little meat. The corners of his eyes and brows were filled with joy, as if enveloped in an invisible circle of happiness.

Shao Yin was speechless.

"Is this person being abused mad?"

Let him not have to wait and eat by himself, all happy to be like this!

It's crazy!

After dinner, the family of three went out to visit the night market.

At night, it is more prosperous than during the day. There are more stalls on the roadside, and adults and children ran out to play. Gu Tingyuan was worried about his wife being squeezed in, and always guarded her. When there were many people, he picked up An'er without Shaoyin's hands.

In this way, when he returned to the inn, he also hit the hot water: "Is you tired out? Come on, bubble feet."

Shaoyin glanced at him, slowly taking off his shoes and socks, and immersed his feet in the hot water: "Why do you please me so? What do you want to do?"

Gu Tingyuan was indeed pleasing her. Although one must be content and not be too greedy, but "the sky is healthy, the gentleman strives for self-improvement", which means that he should not be satisfied with the status quo and stand still! He wants to regain the closeness of his wife and live a happier life!

"Isn't it right for a husband to take care of his wife?" He said softly with a smile in his eyes.

After the words fell, before Shaoyin could respond, An'er came over with "Bata Bata", "I also want to be filial to my mother!"

She ran to Shaoyin, clenched her small hand into a fist, and beat her leg decently. He raised his face and looked at her expectantly, with "Am I filial?" "Praise me quickly" written in his eyes!