Chapter 78

Yao Qixin pedaled the bicycle frantically, the wheels almost flew off. With the fatigue of his body, the fire of anger suppressed in his heart gradually calmed down.

By the time he arrived at the liquor factory, because of excessive force, his legs were trembling, and it took a while to recover. But at this time, the fire in his heart had vented almost, and then he wandered back and forth at the main gate, just not entering.

Until it was almost dark, he gritted his teeth: "He must not be here, go home, come again tomorrow."

Wang Ruomei returned home, saw the door was open, and the door lock was broken, so she hurriedly entered the house, lifted the cabinet, turned over an iron box at the bottom of the cabinet, opened it and saw the money and passbook were there, and then let out a long sigh, then turned around in the house several times, finding nothing lost, which made her very puzzled. When she was about to cook, she found that the kitchen knife was missing.

Just then, the courtyard gate opened with a bang, and Yao Qixin pushed the bicycle into the courtyard.

Wang Ruomei went out of the house, saw Yao Qixin's arms bulging, and her heart moved.

"Where did you go?"

Seeing Wang Ruomei's cold face, Yao Qixin frowned in annoyance, and said impatiently: "Work, where else could I go!"

Wang Ruomei said coldly: "What's in your arms? Take it out."

Yao Qixin suddenly felt a bit guilty, took out the kitchen knife hidden in his arms: "I... I found that our kitchen knife was not fast, wanted to find someone to sharpen it, but didn't find it."

Ever since this guy was tied to the bed by Wang Ruomei and whipped, he had a shadow in his heart. No matter how much he hated, but facing Wang Ruomei, he was really afraid.

Wang Ruomei ignored Yao Qixin, returned to the house to cook, the sound of chopping vegetables on the cutting board was much louder than usual, which made Yao Qixin shrink his neck.

The night grew deeper and deeper, Wang Ruomei sat on the sofa knitting a sweater, but Yao Qixin didn't dare to sleep, looking at Wang Ruomei's cold face, his heart felt hairy.

Looking at it, it was already early morning, Yao Qixin's eyelids were fighting, and finally couldn't hold on and fell asleep.

Vaguely, he heard the sound of friction by his ear, as if it were a dream, and as if it were real. After a while, Yao Qixin opened his eyes suddenly, the sound of friction became clear instantly, and then he turned his head and looked, his soul was scared away, the hair on his body stood up, and cold air rushed straight to the top of his head from his spine.

This guy rolled to the ground, then grabbed the edge of the bed with both hands, poked his head out, and said in horror.

"You you you... what do you want to do?"

Wang Ruomei was sitting on the head of the bed sharpening the knife, looking very serious one by one.

"Didn't you say the knife wasn't fast, I couldn't sleep, so I thought about sharpening the knife."

Gurgle, Yao Qixin's throat rolled, swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "You... you you sharpen the knife, sharpen it outside, why... why sharpen it at the head of the bed!"

Wang Ruomei was still sharpening it one by one, her expression quite focused: "It's cold outside, freezing hands, there is a radiator here at the head of the bed, warm."

Looking at the kitchen knife that was getting brighter and brighter, Yao Qixin felt cold air blowing on the back of his neck: "Ruomei, it's the middle of the night, stop sharpening, how about sharpening it tomorrow?"

Wang Ruomei picked up the knife and scraped the blade with her finger belly: "Hmm, it's almost sharpened."

Yao Qixin let out a long sigh, but only half of this breath was exhaled, when he saw Wang Ruomei put the knife on her neck and gestured: "Yao Qixin, you say this kitchen knife, if it cuts on the neck, will the head be cut off?"

Yao Qixin shivered, and said with a crying face: "Don't joke, hurry up and sleep, it's already past two o'clock."

"Good!" Wang Ruomei threw the whetstone on the ground, wiped the kitchen knife with a rag, and then lay on the bed with the kitchen knife, "Sleep!"

Yao Qixin climbed onto the bed hesitantly, but looking at the kitchen knife in Wang Ruomei's hand, his eyelids jumped. As long as he closed his eyes, he felt his neck was cold, as long as he closed his eyes, he felt his neck was cold. Finally, he could only turn over and sit up, looking straight at the kitchen knife in Wang Ruomei's hand leaning against the head of the bed.

Looking at the sky about to brighten, Yao Qixin carefully stretched out his hand, pinched the back of the kitchen knife, and slowly picked it up. Suddenly Wang Ruomei's eyes opened suddenly, scaring Yao Qixin until he yelled "Mom", and fell to the ground again.

Wang Ruomei turned over and looked at Yao Qixin: "What do you want to do?"

"Nothing... didn't want to do anything, just felt it was a bit dangerous for you to sleep with a knife." This night, Yao Qixin was tossed enough, with a face full of fatigue, wanting to sleep but not daring to sleep, simply put on his clothes, "You sleep for a while, I'll go buy breakfast."

Yao Qixin bought breakfast back, entered the house carefully, saw Wang Ruomei was still sleeping, ate a mouthful in the outer room, and left on his bicycle before seven o'clock. That woman Wang Ruomei had already gone crazy, he really didn't dare to stay in this house.

It was just that the more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt, not daring to vent his anger on Wang Ruomei anymore, but hated Zhou Andong even more. Arriving at the unit, the gate hadn't opened yet, then he rode his bicycle around the street, bought a sharp knife, at this time it was already past eight o'clock, found a telephone booth and called the unit to ask for leave, and then went to the liquor factory.

This guy wandered at the main gate of the liquor factory every day, went to a small hotel at night, and didn't dare to go home, afraid that Wang Ruomei would go crazy, and chop his head off in the middle of the night while he was fast asleep.

Next, he wandered at the main gate of the liquor factory every day, went to a small hotel at night, until the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, when he bit the bullet and went home. Secretly swearing, after the New Year, he would go find Zhou Andong. This big green hat was put on him, if this grudge is not avenged, he is not worthy of being a man.

On the morning of New Year's Eve, Zhou Andong was woken up by the sound of firecrackers outside, turned over and lay on the edge of the kang to light a cigarette, just smoked a few puffs, when he heard the little girl shouting in the courtyard.

"New Year arrives, set off firecrackers, firecrackers jump, New Year is really lively..."

Zhou Anbei also woke up: "Brother, get up and set off firecrackers."

Zhou Andong said with a smile: "You go, I'll get up after smoking."

Zhou Anbei finished putting on his clothes quickly, ran out excitedly, and soon there was a muffled sound of firecrackers in the courtyard.

"Big brother!" The little girl rushed in with the wind, "Hurry up and get up, take me to the city to play."

Zhou Andong looked at the little girl whose nose was running from the cold, just about to say I'll wipe it for you, and then saw the little girl raise her arm, wiping it on her nose very freely and casually.

Zhou Andong looked at the little girl, wearing a newly bought red down jacket, patted his forehead, sighed and said: "Education, the road is long and arduous."

"Brother!" Zhou Anqin came in, "Mom asked you to call Grandpa and Grandma to our house for the New Year."

"Good!" Zhou Andong threw the cigarette butt on the ground, put on his clothes and went out of the house, walked to the courtyard gate, suddenly came back again, "Xiaobei, you cut two kilograms of beef and mutton each, take two boxes of drinks, and go with me to send them to Sister-in-law Yuezhen."