Chapter 404 Let’s Get Divorced

"Master Zhou, there's a call for you."

In a remote mountain in Shancheng, a young man called out to Zhou Zhigang, who was sitting there rolling a dry tobacco.

Zhou Zhigang quickly poured the unfinished tobacco into the bag and stood up: "Where did the call come from?"

"It's said to be from Shancheng."

"Shancheng?" Zhou Zhigang muttered in confusion. He had no relatives or friends here, and he ran to answer the phone without stopping.

"Hello, this is Zhou Zhigang."

"Oh, it's Bingkun, I thought it was someone else. Why did you come to Shancheng?"

"What are you sending from so far away? Where are you?"

"Okay, I'll ask for leave from my boss right away."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Zhigang couldn't hide his smile and ran to ask for leave from the boss on duty, and then got in the car sent by the boss and set off for the city...

In a relatively good hotel in Shancheng, Zhou Bingkun sat on a chair, smiling at Li Suhua who was sitting on the bed packing things she brought from her hometown: "Mom, if you are tired, take a nap first, my dad is far away and it will take a while for him to come over."

"How can I sleep like this? . "Li Suhua shook her head and said, "You know what, it's different to go out and take a walk. This mountain city is really called the right name, it's not like our Jichun, this place is full of mountains and slopes everywhere."

"Really? I don't want to go out when I'm at home."

"Your mother has never been far away in her life, how can she not be anxious?"

Zhou Bingkun laughed: "Is it okay now? Mom, you are healthy, and I will take you abroad in the future."

"What country? I haven't even visited Jichun, and I'm going abroad."

The mother and son were talking and laughing in the hotel. Zhou Bingkun listened to his mother's experience and feelings along the way. The room was full of laughter and joy, and it was very warm.

After chatting for a long time, there was a knock on the door. Zhou Bingkun stood up with a smile: "My dad is here, Mom, what expression do you think he will have when he sees you coming?"

Li Suhua rolled her eyes and waved her hand: "What expression? Hurry up and open the door."

Zhou Bingkun smiled and walked to the door. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Zhou Zhigang, who was covered in dust and had just rushed over from the construction site: "Dad."

Zhou Zhigang happily stretched out his hands and patted his old son's arm: "Hey, kid, you didn't tell me in advance that you were coming, and you made a surprise attack."

"This is the surprise I want." Zhou Bingkun pulled his father into the house: "Come in quickly, Dad, look who I brought with me?"

"Huh? You brought the child?" Zhou Zhigang hurried into the house and saw Li Suhua standing there with a smile. He was stunned for a moment: "Suhua? Why are you here?"

As he spoke, he laughed and hugged his wife, happily patting her back.

"What are you talking about? Why can't I come?"

"Hey, you old lady, I'm happy, happy."

After the joy of the couple meeting, Zhou Zhigang pulled Li Suhua to sit down by the bed, and looked at Zhou Bingkun who was sitting there with a reproachful look: "You are the same, your mother is so old, why do you still bother her."

"Brother Yan said that my mother is in good health and nothing will happen to her." Zhou Bingkun poured a glass of water and handed it to his father: "You talk to my mother, I'll buy some food and we'll eat together."

"Go, go." Zhou Zhigang waved his hand. With an old partner, there is no need for an old son. He just wanted to have a good talk with his old partner...

Zhou Zhigang listened to Li Suhua talking about what happened at home, of course, the conversations between Zhou Bingyi and Zhou Bingkun on the night of the 30th.

Zhou Zhigang didn't say anything about these things. Now the younger generations in their family have grown up and have children. It's up to them to live a good life. He didn't care, and he couldn't care.

When Zhou Bingkun came back with wine and food, the three of them started eating in the room.

After drinking a sip of wine with his father, Zhou Bingkun said, "Dad, how many days do you want to take off? Take my mom around here?"

"Well, I told your mom before. I'll call the boss later and ask for a few days off to spend a few days with you." Zhou Zhigang smiled and said, "Didn't you say in your previous letter that you built a factory in Jichun? How is it now?"

"It's pretty good, but Brother Yan is still amazing. I can't compare with him. Dad, you don't know that the pills my brother gave us are sold in Hong Kong Island..."

...

After staying in Shancheng for seven days, Zhou Bingkun took Li Suhua on the road and went to Pengcheng for more than a month. He visited various factories and took a stroll in Hong Kong Island. Then he took Li Suhua back home happily.

This trip took more than two months, and when they returned home, everyone was very lively again.

Zhou Bingkun had not forgotten Zhou Rong's matter. Now the university had already started school and the leaders and teachers had already gone to work. He did not rest after returning to Jichun. He went to Jiangda to inquire about the departments and people in charge of housing allocation, and then sent gifts to get things done.

The matter was settled, but he did not tell anyone. When Feng Yue urged him, he said that it would be done soon and he had already thought of a way to appease the impatient little girl.

This is indeed his style. Although he says that he cannot do things without leaving his name, when it comes to himself, he really does it silently and does not ask others to care about him. Although this sister, in his opinion, is somewhat unfilial. But for the sake of his parents' peace of mind, and since he has the ability, as long as he doesn't lack the money, that's all.

Two more months passed like this, and it was June, when Jiangnan University’s housing allocation list was announced.

This morning, even though she knew there might be no hope, Zhou Rong still unconsciously rode her bicycle to the door of the office in charge of housing allocation.

Seeing her graduate tutor shaking his head and walking back, she got out of the car and asked, "Teacher, you haven't been assigned to the class again."

"That's it." The bald teacher, who was a bit thin, wearing glasses, and with only a few gray hairs on his head, couldn't help shaking his head, but looked at Zhou Rong with complicated eyes: "Congratulations to you for this room assignment. Your name is on the list."

Zhou Rong was stunned for a moment, holding the handlebars tightly with both hands: "...Really, teacher? Is it really me?"

The teacher waved his hand and said: "Why did I lie to you? I asked specifically because it is true. Go and see it."

"Okay, I'll go take a look. Let's go first, teacher. I'll see you later." Zhou Rong said, quickly got on the car and ran away, no longer swaying as before.

"Congratulations, Teacher Zhou."

"Congratulations, Teacher Zhou, you will be assigned a house this time."

…

As soon as she entered, the teachers and professors she knew from school said congratulations. Zhou Rong smiled and nodded in greeting. After going inside and looking at the clear divisions of the buildings, she was convinced that it was true. After remembering it, I quickly thanked everyone for their congratulations and rode home after leaving the house.

Feng Huacheng's work was relatively leisurely. He was sitting at the table at home studying and writing poems. When he saw Zhou Rong coming back from the door, she didn't even raise her head or speak. She just continued to write at her desk. Frowning slightly, Zhou Rong disturbed her thoughts.

Seeing that Feng Huacheng didn't even raise his head to look at herself, Zhou Rong's smile that couldn't be hidden disappeared immediately. She put down the small bag in her hand, poured a glass of water and drank it.

I wanted to say a few soft words to ease the relationship, but when the words came to my mouth, I didn’t know where my muscles were. The soft words turned into sarcasm: "From the time we were in the capital to when we returned to Jichun, you gave people gifts everywhere. , tell people to vote for my poems. I said you shouldn't be so worldly, vulgar, and dirty, but you said I'm hypocritical. It's been more than six years, how about now? There's none?"

Feng Huacheng calmly pushed up his glasses and raised his head. He didn't make any more noise because he didn't think it was interesting. He just looked at the somewhat proud Zhou Rong expressionlessly: "What do you want to say?"

What Zhou Rong hates the most is that no matter what she says, Feng Huacheng will never make a fuss. She hopes that Feng Huacheng will make a fuss with her like before, because that will make her feel warm. The relationship between husband and wife, now, is more like familiar strangers.

She let out a long breath, raised her eyebrows slightly, and a sense of superiority came out: "I have been assigned a room."

Feng Huacheng paused, frowned and said, "You asked Bingyi, Bingkun and Wang Yan?"

This is a normal guess. After all, they have been together for more than ten years. Based on his understanding of Zhou Rong and Zhou Rong's conduct, it is impossible for him to have the ability to get a room by himself.

"Feng Huacheng, put away your dirty thoughts. I work conscientiously in class on weekdays. The leaders of the school must have seen my hard work and then assigned me a house. Besides, if I had approached them, I would have been there long ago. Why wait until now? Who is like you, who spends the whole day sending gifts and begging for help, yet you still ask me to do things for them? "

Zhou Rong is very confident, and she also likes this kind of unexpectedness. After all, she didn't do anything. She only focused on doing her own thing and was assigned a house. Unlike Feng Huacheng, who gave gifts everywhere and shamelessly begged for help, but in the end achieved nothing.

"Really?" Feng Huacheng still didn't believe it.

"Feng Huacheng, are you done with it? I divided the house, are you so suspicious? Besides, even if you really find my brother, my brother and the others, so what? Don't think that I think the same as you, I'm not as good as you Thick skin." Seeing Feng Huacheng's face as cold as ice, clenching his fists, and bulging his cheeks, Zhou Rong smiled proudly: "I won't tell you anymore, I have to go out to buy some food and come back to cook a delicious meal in the evening. Yueyue must be very happy to know this news, she has long said that she wants a room of her own. "

She was just teasing and didn't want to really get into a fight. After all, she didn't want to disturb the happiness on such a nice day.

After Zhou Rong left, Feng Huacheng snorted and punched the table.

He has no joy at all in getting the house, because now, the children are over ten years old, and the relationship between the couple has basically disappeared. He has long been indifferent to the house. If he got it by himself, He really wanted to be happy, but now it was Zhou Rong who got it and used it to mock him. How could he be happy?

And he didn't believe what Zhou Rong said. Of course, he believed that maybe Zhou Rong really didn't know, but whether he believed it or not, he didn't think that a high-minded player like Zhou Rong could get a room in the school. There must be something hidden behind it. After all, there are so many senior professors waiting in line, and she, Zhou Rong, is the oldest.

He is desperate now. It doesn't matter whether he separates the house or not. Because Zhou Rong said that he was worldly, vulgar, and dirty, and that he shamelessly asked people to vote for his poems, and that he was worthless from beginning to end, inside and out.

He is extremely convinced of his talent, but he also knows that there are many talented people in the world, but not many are outstanding. No matter what he does, it is always right to have a sedan chair carried by others, especially for someone who is engaged in literature and art. It was such a simple truth that became dirty when it came to Zhou Rong. If we really have to say this, there are really a lot of dirty people out there. Who is he, Feng Huacheng? But after so many years of quarreling, he didn't want to tell Zhou Rong those useless things anymore. He talked about the front door building, and she talked about the hip shaft.

Going back to the house, when he was in the capital, he had thought about staying in Chen Jing's house for a while. But that would make him appear very incompetent and too embarrassed to speak. However, he told Zhou Rong this intention, hoping that Zhou Rong would come forward, but Zhou Rong was too embarrassed to speak, and instead gave him a slap in the face. He really ignored him and really wanted to save face, so he just said that. , returned to Jichun.

After returning to Jichun, after another year of hard work with no results, he proposed that it was impossible to find Zhou Bingyi, Zhou Bingkun and Wang Yan. These three people were more powerful than each other, not to mention that Zhou Bingyi had also been a school leader at Jiangnan University. , although the level is not high, there are always connections, not to mention the father-in-law behind him. Zhou Bingkun is rich, Wang Yan has many connections and money, and anyone can solve their problems.

At this time, he no longer cared about his face. He said he would look for her, but Zhou Rong disagreed and said she would not cause any trouble to the family. He knew that Zhou Rong was still embarrassed and asked her to be so noble. It's normal to think that she was quite useful at home in the past. After all, she was a top student at Beijing University. But later, Zhou Bingkun became a big boss in business, and the whole family was miserable because of her and it was difficult to talk.

Of course, he also knew that Zhou Bingkun had problems with Zhou Rong and him, and Wang Yan was actually average to them and not close to them. Of course he knew the reason. That was when Zhou Rong went so far to find him privately, which made Li Suhua sad and broke her eyes from crying. If it weren't for Wang Yan, her eyes would have become diseased. And they haven't been back for many years, so how could they not have any objections? It's just because the old couple never talked about them.

He shook his head, took a long breath, calmed down his unhappiness, lowered his head and forced himself to create with peace of mind.

But this creation, aside from inspiration, he was so full of troubles and so sad that he couldn't do anything...

In the evening, in the corridor shared by Tuanjie Households, Feng Huacheng wore an apron, weighed a large spoon, and looked at Feng Yue with a smile: "You're back, Yue Yue, come in and wash your hands quickly, we'll have dinner right away."

Feng Yuedan was carrying a backpack and looked at the dishes in the pot: "Pork in pot? What's so good about it? Such a luxury?"

"Go in and let your mother talk to you. Get up quickly and stay away. There is a lot of fumes." Feng Huacheng smiled and waved his daughter away. This was his biggest hope in this family. Without such a daughter, Zhou Rong would have stopped taking care of her long ago.

Feng Yue carried her schoolbag and entered the house. When she saw several dishes on the dining table, she yelled: "Mom, this is both fish and meat, what's the point?"

Zhou Rong patted away Feng Yue's hands that were grabbing the food in a hurry: "Wash your hands first, and I'll tell you after dinner."

Feng Yue stuffed the meat into his mouth, threw his schoolbag on the stool aside with his fingers, and then went out to wash his hands. When she came back, Feng Huacheng had already put the pot of meat on the table and was pouring wine there.

Sitting down at the table, she took the bowl and chopsticks handed over by her mother. She picked up a piece of meat, took a bite and muttered: "Can we talk about it now? It's mysterious..."

Zhou Rong glanced at Feng Huacheng, who was drinking alone and not looking at her at all. She picked up the drink and poured a glass for her daughter. She smiled and said, "Your mother and I will share a house. We will move in next month. You Didn’t you say you want a room of your own? Are you happy that you can decorate it yourself this time?”

Feng Yue opened her eyes wide: "Really?"

"Of course, then there is still a holiday?"

Turning to look at his biological father who nodded with a smile, Feng Yue happily picked up the cup and said, "Great, my uncle really didn't lie to me. Mom and dad, let's have a drink together."

Zhou Rong's hand holding the wine glass trembled. She glanced at Feng Huacheng, who also noticed it, and asked, "Yueyue, what did you say? Your uncle didn't lie to you."

"Nothing, nothing." Feng Yue, who knows how to let things slip, waved her hands repeatedly: "Let's eat quickly, it won't taste good if it gets cold."

With a bang, Zhou Rong slammed the cup on the table, with an ugly face drooping: "No, you have to explain it clearly before eating. What does it have to do with your brother-in-law?"

Feng Huacheng patted his trembling daughter: "Why are you scaring her? Can't you just talk to her if you have something to say? Yueyue, tell me, look at your mother, if you don't tell her, we can still have a good meal. ?”

"What happened to me? Ah? What happened to me?" Zhou Rong's voice became louder unconsciously.

"That's enough." Feng Yue shouted: "It's because you quarrel every day about the house that I told my uncle. Why do you always quarrel? Can you stop quarreling? I'm annoying you so much..."

After saying that, Feng Yue ran out without looking back.

"Stop, Yueyue, stop for me." Zhou Rong got up and chased out. Seeing that she couldn't catch up, she shouted: "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to find my brother-in-law. You two can argue."

Seeing Feng Yue running downstairs, Zhou Rong stamped her feet and took a long breath to calm down the anger in her heart. She ignored the people who came out to watch the excitement and turned back to her house.

Zhou Rong sat at the table and drank the wine in one gulp. When she saw old god Feng Huacheng drinking and eating food, she said, "Are you proud now? Just laugh if you want, don't hold it in."

Feng Huacheng exclaimed, raised his head and looked at her calmly: "I don't understand why you are angry at the child? You mocked me for being worldly, vulgar, dirty, and shameless in the morning. You were assigned a house based on your own ability, but it was revealed in the evening. , Are you embarrassed? Since we brought Yueyue to Beijing in the summer of 1978, we have been arguing for so many years. Do you think she can have no idea? They say parents are the best teachers for their children. What about you, Zhou Rong? , I really don’t understand, why are you so hypocritical?

Over the years, I’ve done all kinds of things to make people smile in order to share a house. Do you think I’m willing? OK, I am worldly, vulgar, dirty, and shameless. But at least I am working hard and paying for the house. And you? What did you do? You are just standing on the moral high ground, blaming me, looking down on me, saying that this is wrong and that I am not good. Have you worked hard for your house? Since you still have to find your brother in the end, what have you been insisting on all these years? "

"You..." Zhou Rong blushed when she was told that, but she was not convinced: "You don't have to talk about the children, it has nothing to do with the children. You are the one who shamelessly goes around asking people to vote for your poems. What's the result? You get it. What's going on? I don't have a house, and I haven't joined the Writers Association. Yes, I found my brother, but he has the ability. How about you? You comment on this and that all day long, and the style of this is not good, and the words of that are not expressive. It’s far-fetched and has no connotation. Is it useful?”

Feng Huacheng's cheeks bulged, showing his gritted teeth, and he held the wine glass hard: "What did you say?"

"Why, isn't what I said the truth?"

"you……"

Zhou Rong ignored him, poured another sip of wine, said nothing about picking up Yueyue, and left straight away.

Feng Huacheng drank glass after glass of wine, his eyes were distracted, as if he was reminiscing about the past. The more he drank, his eyes became brighter and brighter. Finally, they gathered in one place, his eyes widened, "Fuck you Zhou Rong, fuck you." bullshit life...

"Yueyue? Look at you kid, why did you come here by yourself? Wash your hands quickly and go to the table to eat." Li Suhua saw Feng Yue suddenly running in and greeted him quickly.

Feng Yue was not polite, she washed her hands in the outer room, sat at the table, took the bowls and chopsticks from Zheng Juan, and started eating: "My aunt's cooking is delicious, much better than what my parents cook. ”

Zheng Juan looked at the little girl devouring it with a smile: "If it tastes good, eat more."

Zhou Bingkun, who had just returned a few days ago, said, "What happened? Did you fight with your mother?"

"Uncle, didn't I ask you to help our family buy a house before? Today the school assigned a room to my mother. When I thought about it, it must be your credit, uncle. I was too talkative for a moment, so I said, 'Uncle, you really didn't lie to me. ', my mother and father found out, and then they were about to quarrel, so I ran over. "

Li Suhua glanced at her old son who was laughing, and said to her granddaughter: "It's a good thing to share a house. Why are your parents quarreling?"

Feng Yue shook her head and said: "Don't blame me for looking for my brother-in-law. It's really..."

Li Suhua gave Feng Yue a piece of meat: "If you don't do it for their own good, I'll tell your mother when she comes. It's so shameless. Eat, Yue Yue, eat more meat."

Feng Yue is quite popular at home. Of course, that is among the adults. The children don't care about her. The main way for children to cultivate their relationship is to get along and play. For someone like Feng Yue to come back to her parents once a month, it is really mediocre.

The family was chatting and laughing as they ate. After a while, Zhou Rong opened the door and came in. Without saying anything, she snorted coldly: "I made a big table of rice at home and didn't eat it. I came here to eat and my mouth was full of oil."

Seeing that Feng Yue didn't answer, Zhou Rong wanted to say more, but was interrupted by Li Suhua: "What are you talking about? The child misses grandma, come and see me, no? Why are you so angry? Why are you angry with the child? "

"No, Mom, you don't know, she..."

"Why don't I know? Isn't it because he is looking for uncle Bingkun? Isn't that right?"

Zhou Rong shook her head and looked at Zhou Bingkun: "Bingkun, tell me, what do you want a child to say about such a big thing? If I wanted to find you, wouldn't I have spoken long ago? Besides, before you said you were going to do it, , you might as well tell me, why am I so passive?"

Zhou Bingkun frowned slightly, but there was a smile on his face: "I shouldn't have to worry about it?"

"Look at you, why are you talking so rudely?" Li Suhua directly gave his old son a pestle first, then turned to look at Zhou Rong who also had an expression on his face: "You too, then Bingkun is so kind to help you but he still makes mistakes. How could you say that to Bingkun?"

"No, Mom, Bingkun, I didn't mean that, that's what I said." Zhou Rong waved her hand and said, "In this case, Bingkun, I will pay you back how much money you spent on doing things."

You don't need to look at the old son's face to know how unhappy he is... Li Suhua stood up and slapped her daughter lightly: "Oh, what did you say? Bingkun didn't even want to tell you, just I don’t want to ask for your money. Besides, he’s such a big boss, so he still lacks your money? What’s the big deal? Okay, you haven’t eaten yet, right? Come sit down and eat.”

After glaring at Feng Yue who was eating vigorously, Zhou Rong didn't say anything more, took a stool and sat at the table, took the bowls and chopsticks from Zheng Juan, and started eating.

At this moment, there was no liveliness as before. Only Li Suhua and the considerate Zheng Juan were talking. Zhou Bingkun drank small sips of wine and ignored Zhou Rong.

Zhou Rong herself also realized that what she said was indeed wrong and she had indeed wasted her brother's kindness. After thinking about it for a while, she said: "Bingkun, I'm sorry, don't be like me, I'm also anxious."

"It's okay, sister, I know." Zhou Bingkun shook his head and said, "But I have to tell you, don't fight with my brother-in-law all the time in the future. And don't talk about Yue Yue, she is sensible. She told me, yes House, you and my brother-in-law won’t quarrel anymore. Now the problem is solved, and you two can live well in the future.”

Zhou Rong felt a little uncomfortable as her brother preached, but she didn't speak and just nodded.

Seeing her like this, Zhou Bingkun had no intention of talking about anything else and continued to drink his wine as he pleased.

After an unhappy meal, Zhou Rongyan said that Feng Yue still had to do homework and hurried back home with her daughter.

"Your sister is not doing well either. Don't be angry with her, Bingkun."

Zhou Bingkun squeezed his mother's shoulders: "Don't worry, Mom, I didn't take it seriously. She may have just come here after a quarrel at home. I really don't know why she and Feng Huacheng were so at odds?" You said that she secretly ran to Dashan in Guizhou Province just to be with Feng Huacheng. What happened now? It was fine before and so loving, but now it's better. A small quarrel every three days and a big fight every five days... …”

"How can those two couples live their lives without fighting? Your father and I also fight each other a lot."

"Zheng Juan and I haven't had each other these past few years. Look at how good we two are."

"You still have the nerve to say it. With your temper, why don't you let Juan'er give in to you? It's better for you. It's also Juan'er who's nice. It has nothing to do with you."

"It's only because of my ability that I can marry Zheng Juan back..."

When Zhou Rong took Feng Yue back to her small home in Tuanjie House, Feng Huacheng was already lying on the bed and fast asleep, with the remaining food on the table.

Looking at the empty wine bottle, Zhou Rong snorted and urged Feng Yue to do her homework, while she was busy clearing away the dishes. I’ve cooked so many dishes but haven’t even eaten a few bites. It’s summer again, so I can’t put them away and they might all go bad tomorrow morning.

After a busy day of work, Feng Yue finished her homework and lay down on the double bed to sleep. And Zhou Rong, seeing Feng Huacheng sleeping like a dead pig, took a long breath and lay down beside him to sleep...

The next day, Feng Huacheng rubbed his head with a headache and stood up. Zhou Rong combed her hair in front of the mirror: "Humph, I can drink so much by myself."

Feng Huacheng rubbed his eyes, picked up his glasses and put them on: "Where is Yueyue?"

"You've gone to school early. What did you think? Why did you drink so much? Are you using it to drown your sorrows?"

Feng Huacheng ignored her. He stood up and poured a glass of water to moisten his thirsty throat. Then he sat down by the bed and said, "Zhou Rong."

"Huh?" Zhou Rong responded casually, without even looking at him.

"Let's get a divorce!"

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