I suspected that I had misread this time, so what was the reaction to leaving in a hurry? I have already met this time. Can the two of them avoid it for a while?

Aunt Xin always feels rational, calm and strong, and she will never make such a choice no matter what? I couldn't help but get up and turn my head. What I saw was indeed the background of Aunt Xin's rushing departure, and even passed by Uncle Xin.

I can't guess Uncle Xin's mood, but I can't help feeling sad when I see this scene. In this world, no matter how touching the tragedy is, people still like reunion, beauty, and lovers who finally get married. Moreover, these two people are Xin Yi's parents, and they are my relatives. I have always had direct feelings and think that Aunt Xin's actions are a kind of determination to express not being moved.

I pursed my lips, feeling a little anxious, wondering what I could do in this? But what could I do? I held the bamboo shoots in my hand a little blankly, just stared at Aunt Xin walking through the courtyard without looking back, watching her walk straight into the room, and then closed the door very directly.

At this time, the bamboo shoots in my hand were taken away. I then came back to my senses and found that Uncle Xin had walked in front of me. I didn't know when I picked up the basket that fell to the ground, took the bamboo shoots in my hand, and put them in the basket.

I forced a smile and said to Uncle Xin in a casual manner: "Uncle, it's okay. You have to give Aunt Xin some time to adapt. After all, you haven't seen each other for so long, right?"

Uncle Xin did not answer me, but just lowered his head and picked up the bamboo shoots silently. Until all the bamboo shoots on the ground were picked up, he then asked me: "Are there any clean basins in the kitchen?"

I originally wanted to comfort me and I could only nod my head. Actually, I didn’t know if there was a clean basin in the kitchen? I just thought that Uncle Xin could do something now, is it better? It would be better than a big man suddenly collapsed and cried in front of me, right? Besides, in a sense, he is already my father-in-law.

After getting my answer, Uncle Xin walked straight to the kitchen. After a while, he brought a clean basin filled with water to the bottom of the eaves, then moved a small stool and peeled bamboo shoots under the eaves without saying a word.

Aunt Xin's door was still closed, and Uncle Xin lowered his head and focused on peeling the bamboo shoots, but his expression could not be seen.

It was already afternoon, and the sun was still dripping, and the warm sunlight was still falling down. It was originally a peaceful and warm picture, but I didn’t know why I felt sad. I was useless again and I wonder what to do? At this time, I would rather face a powerful monster and fight, than face this. After thinking for a while, I had to move a small stool and sit next to Uncle Xin.

I think I should find a way to comfort Uncle Xin at this time, right? Although Aunt Xin didn't say a word, it was understandable. I hope Uncle Xin would not be so sad. I just thought so, and subconsciously reached out to get the bamboo shoots, wanted to help Uncle Xin peel the bamboo shoots, and said some words of comfort by the way.

Unexpectedly, as soon as my hand touched bamboo shoots, I was pulled by Uncle Xin. Looking up, I looked at it with a haggard face. I looked at it stupidly. I had seen the story of white hair all night and heard the jokes that were old for a moment, but I didn't believe it. But at this time, I was alive in front of me, and I felt sad again when I saw it. I couldn't help but wonder, if Xin Yi was sober now, would he be very sad when he saw this scene?

It must be sadder than me, right? Thinking of this layer, I felt even more uncomfortable, but Uncle Xin's tone was faint: "Don't move, I'll do it. I used to want to peel bamboo shoots for her for the rest of my life."

After saying this, Uncle Xin stopped talking and was silent. However, he flexibly and skillfully peeled the bamboo shoot shells, cleverly separated the bamboo shoot meat, carefully treated it with a knife piece by piece, and then left behind bamboo shoot hearts of extremely uniform size.

I watched blankly, peeled very well. Even if I hadn't peeled bamboo shoots for that beloved woman for a long time, his actions were like someone who was peeling bamboo shoots every day. I can't describe it. I stared blankly at the setting sun that was slightly red, just thinking that the love was so deep that there was no need to be vigorous. The so-called deep love is the details that penetrate into the bone marrow, the habit that was engraved into the soul, and that was the imprint of loving someone deeply.

I remembered the warm eyes of Xin Yi when I was young. So I leaned against the wall, took out two cigarettes, lit one, handed it to Uncle Xin, and lit one myself.

Uncle Xin did not refuse this time, and smoked a cigarette with me. In the smoke, both men were silent, each with a lot of worries. It seemed that such quietness would last for a lifetime.

However, at this moment, the sound of the door opening sounded behind me. I couldn't help but turn around, but found that Aunt Xin was standing at the door.

I changed into a clean dress, combed my messy hair again, and washed my hands with mud clean. I looked at Aunt Xin with some surprise.

Aunt Xin's appearance was still calm, but only gave me a comforting smile. At this time, Uncle Xin also turned his head to see Aunt Xin. His hand that was peeling bamboo shoots was originally stable, but at this time it trembled slightly. I clearly saw his throat rolling, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he looked up and held back. He looked like a thousand words. In the end, I only heard him softly calling: "Xiao Xiu."

Aunt Xin didn't say anything, and didn't even look at Uncle Xin. Instead, she walked into the house and moved out a small stool. She sat next to Uncle Xin, picked up a bamboo shoot, lowered her head, and then said lightly: "Don't be busy calling me Xiaoxiu. I haven't seen each other for so many years, so I'm too lazy to remember the days. It's not appropriate to call me the title back then. At least I'm awkward now."

Uncle Xin took a deep breath of cigarette and tried hard to hold back the tears again. I saw that he worked very hard and then said, "If you don't like to listen, I won't shout." Then he took a deep breath several times before saying very carefully: "Then, then look at my bamboo shoots peeled well?"

Aunt Xin's hand stopped moving. She really looked at the bamboo shoots soaked in the water carefully. After several seconds, she said: "It's so good to peel. My daughter also likes to eat bamboo shoots now. I will make it for her to eat when you peel it. But I don't know if she can taste it when she falls asleep like this."

Uncle Xin heard this sentence, and was unintentionally a huge affirmation, and couldn't help but quickly say: "She will definitely taste good. Xiao, no, don't worry, I will definitely wake our daughter up. Believe me, believe me..."

This is the situation getting better? I didn't dare to speak at this time, and I was nervous to see what Aunt Xin reacted. But when Aunt Xin slowly put down the bamboo shoots in her hand, she finally raised her head to look at Uncle Xin. I realized that her eyes were also red. It turned out that the calm was just the sound, and it turned out that she had been enduring.

Her tears blurred her eyes, and I couldn't see the emotions expressed in her eyes. I saw her touching her face and then said quietly: "Just now, I went into the house to clean up myself. At the beginning, when Zhengling came to pick me up, I subconsciously thought it was you. There was no reason, but I instinctively thought it might be you?"

Uncle Xin was eager to say something, but was interrupted by Aunt Xin's hand, and then she continued: "Then, I went to clean up myself, thinking that I hadn't seen you for so many years, and I couldn't let you see me in a mess and inactive manner. Otherwise, what is my strength for these years? Then I will definitely be strong until the end."

"Xiao Xiu." Uncle Xin called Aunt Xin softly.

This was the name that Aunt Xin had rejected before. This time she didn't refuse again, but when she heard it, the tears that had been enduring finally fell, and were quickly wiped out by her. She laughed and continued, "These are excuses. After all, I still want you to see my good looks. Just now, I went to dig bamboo shoots, but I just let you see my appearance. I couldn't stand it. Hurry up and clean it up... But I saw myself in the mirror, but I didn't clean it up in the end."

Uncle Xin pursed his lips and was silent.

Aunt Xin continued, "Why? Xin Hao, you said, can I clean up the year you left? My hair has turned a lot whiter, my wrinkles cannot be removed, and my skin has loosened. These are irreversible. Just like, you have deceived my daughter and I for so many years, do you think you can come back? Now, you still tell me, believe in you, believe in you..."

Speaking of this, Aunt Xin kept silent. Only tears fell into the basin with bamboo shoots, splashing ripples.

I know that Aunt Xin is definitely not a complaining person. She even tolerated herself too much. Being able to say this may have been suppressed for decades and finally reached a point of explosion.

"Then, then you are unwilling to forgive me. You no longer believe me, right?" Uncle Xin said this, as if he had taken a lot of effort, and his clenched fists were trembling.

These make me anxious. Can't I explain it directly? However, I understand at this moment that the people I love seem to speak so awkwardly. Explain and right or wrong are not important. What matters seems to be just to be necessary. We must first affirm the other person's feelings, the other person's thoughts and the other person's position.

Aunt Xin lowered her head and was silent for a long time. Uncle Xin just looked at Aunt Xin like this, feeling aggrieved and guilty. He was always calm and seemed like a child who made a mistake. He wanted to be comforted and forgiven, but he was nervous to feel that he was wrong.

But the silence will not last forever. At least Aunt Xin's attitude is to endure what she wants to talk about. She is not the kind of unreasonable person, otherwise she would not have chosen to come out and try to say that she feels it calmly.

"Whether it's forgiveness or believe it, you always have to give me a reason to speak, otherwise my daughter's days without a father have been perfunctory over the years? Xin Hao, you can't hide anything from me anymore. And if there is no reason to speak, today is considered to be two people in front of you, so I can tell you one by one." Aunt Xin said gently but extremely firmly.
Chapter completed!