Chapter 167 Teng Zijing goes home

"She really lit an oil lamp every night!" There were tears in Teng Zijing's eyes. She had never shed tears when she was wrongfully framed and thrown into death row, but now she looked at the dim light of the oil lamp inside the paper window. , this man with a chivalrous heart and a resolute temperament could not control his tears.

"What?" Fan Xian looked at Teng Zijing's expression and knew there was a meaning in it, so he looked at Teng Zijing curiously and wanted to know the reason.

"I have been fond of fighting injustices since I was a child, so I got into a lot of trouble. She was always worried that something would happen to me. In order to stop me from being impulsive, she lit an oil lamp at home every evening so that I could see the light when I came home. I knew someone at home was still waiting for me to come home, so I would go home as soon as possible every night, but until two years ago..." Teng Zijing thought of what happened two years ago and looked into the room with some guilt.

"I didn't expect that she would still light the lamp every day after two years. She is obviously looking forward to my coming home every day!" Teng Zijing's eyes were full of affection and guilt.

"Mrs. Sister-in-law is so affectionate towards Brother Teng, I am so envious!" Fan Xian looked envious. This was the life he expected, living a secluded life with his lover where men farmed and women weaved, holding hands and growing old together with him. . This is a life that everyone envies, and it is also a love that everyone envies.

"Hurry in. Madam-in-law has been waiting for you for a long time. Don't keep him waiting any longer." Fan Xian reached out and patted Teng Zijing's shoulder. Seeing that Teng Zijing had no reaction, he couldn't help but reach out and push Teng Zijing's back. .

Teng Zijing staggered and took a step forward involuntarily, reaching the door of the house, but suddenly stood there and turned to look at Wang Qinian and Fan Xian.

"Go in, what are you still dawdling about?" Fan Xian stopped and couldn't help but feel anxious for Teng Zijing, urging Teng Zijing to enter.

Teng Zijing looked at his outfit at a loss, then stood up straight and asked Fan Xian and Wang Qinian, "How do I look now? Is there anything wrong with my clothes, hair or overall appearance?" The reunion was a little daunting. He didn't know how to face his wife and children. He was passionate and acted righteously, but he was framed and put on death row. What kind of life did his wife and children live in the past two years? How did he survive this difficult period? After seeing his wife, how should he face her, whether to apologize or express joy. Teng Zijing thought a lot, but didn't know what to do best.

"Everything is fine, hurry up and go in!" Fan Xian couldn't bear it anymore and came directly to Teng Zijing. He reached out and pulled Teng Zijing's body to face the door. Teng Zijing thought there was something wrong behind him. , did not resist, and turned around obediently following the force coming from Fan Xian's hand. He turned his head to Fan Xian to see what Fan Xian was going to do. Fan Xiancai didn't have Teng Zijing's worries, he directly stretched out his hands and pushed Teng Zijing's junior hard. Teng Zijing's face still showed a trace of confusion and sluggishness. He couldn't help but lean forward, directly opened the door and entered. In the house.

Teng Zijing staggered into the room, struggled to steady his body, and then looked into the room.

Teng Zijing's wife was sitting on the edge of the bed, mending clothes. She looked at her son who was sleeping soundly next to her. She saw her son's arm stretched out, and reached out to tuck it into the quilt. The whole scene was warm and quiet. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he couldn't help but look ahead.

Teng Zijing stood up straight with some nervousness. He wanted to speak, but he didn't know where to start. He felt that his mouth was no longer his own. He pinched his thigh with his right hand to relieve the tension in his heart. But Li just said a dry sentence: "I'm back, thank you for your hard work!"

Teng Zijing wished he could slap himself in the face. The longing and guilt in his heart were like a battle, and he wanted to make it clear to his wife, but he was the stupidest one. Why did he only say such a dry sentence without apologizing? Nor can I express my longing and guilt.

"Come back?" Teng Zijing's wife put the clothes and needlework in her hands beside the bed, stood up, walked to Teng Zijing's side, and took a deep look at Teng Zijing.

"It's so late, have you eaten?" Teng Zijing's wife didn't have any passionate hugs or affectionate cries, just a faint sentence, as if her husband went out in the morning and came home at night, so plain.

"No!" Teng Zijing looked at his wife blankly, and involuntarily uttered the words he often said before.

"Whatever you want to eat, I'll cook it for you!" His wife took off Teng Zijing's coat, put it aside, and helped him tidy up his clothes before asking.

"I want to eat the Yangchun noodles you made!" Teng Zijing came back to his senses and said the food he missed the most in the past two years, which was the Yangchun noodles made by his wife. It may not be as good as those made by outside noodle restaurants, but it has the same characteristics. The taste that the noodle shop master couldn't make made him think about it day and night. He didn't know what it tasted before, but now he finally understood what it tasted like. It was the taste of home, the taste of warmth, the taste of longing and peace. Concern, but also peace of mind.

"Wait a moment, I'll make it for you right now!" The wife walked silently towards the stove and began to make Yangchun noodles for Teng Zijing.

"Okay, I'll wait for you!" Teng Zijing said with deep meaning. He would no longer let his wife hold on to the lamp every day and wait for him in fear every day. He was willing to wait for his wife every day in the future to make up for it. His own guilt towards his wife.

The wife kneaded, kneaded, rolled, cut and cooked the noodles with her hands and feet. After a set of skills, less than half an hour had passed. A bowl of Yangchun noodles with clear soup and white noodles was brought to the table. Teng Zijing anxiously picked up the chopsticks. He picked up the noodles and swallowed them in one gulp. The hot noodles were too hot to chew, but he still refused to spit them out and swallowed them with force. It was still a familiar smell, or a familiar person, and Teng Zijing shed tears again. She didn't know whether it was because her face was burning, or because she was moved by this scene that she thought about day and night.

"You are still so impatient, and no one is there to grab it for you. If it is not enough, there will be more in the pot!" The wife looked at her husband who was crying, thinking it was caused by being burned by his noodles, and quickly took his chopsticks away, hoping that he would slow down. eat.

Teng Zijing gently opened his wife's hand and took the chopsticks into his hand again, "I've been thinking about this for a long time. It's okay. I will definitely eat up all the noodles!"

Teng Zijing ate the noodles in the bowl and sighed with satisfaction. The corners of his mouth were filled with the remnants of the noodles. His wife gently removed the food residue from the corners of his mouth with her hands. The whole scene was warm and heartwarming. People feel at ease.