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Chapter 55 Worry

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    On this day, Wang Dong also said that he would go to help Fangxuan deal with the disputes on the construction site and not come back for dinner. Zhang Hua didn't want to stay at home alone, so he went back to his parents.

    Xie Yunfang scolded her daughter: "You don't do anything now, and you don't come back often. I see that you have lost weight again. Where is Wang Dong?"

    "He went to help a friend."

    "Do you have any children?"

    "without."

    Xie Yunfang was in a hurry: "You should work harder. When I am 30 years old, you will be able to walk. When you are 30 years old, there will be no children."

    Zhang Hua's indescribable irritability, Wang Dong is always very busy, leaving her at home alone; back here, her mother kept nagging, asking her to do this or that, but she couldn't understand her feelings.  An unknown anger rose, and she yelled at her mother: "Mom, isn't it said that this child will exist? Wang Dong wants to quit smoking and drinking, and I want to take folic acid. How can it be achieved in a few months? You keep urging,  Don¡¯t you bother me! I used to urge you to get married, but now you urge me to get pregnant. If you want to have a baby, do it yourself!¡±

    Xie Yunfang was speechless, and turned her head to complain to her husband who was reading the newspaper: "Look at the water thrown by the married daughter, and she is impatient to say a few words."

    Zhang Weitao put down the newspaper in his hand, and scolded with a straight face: "Why are you talking to your mother like this, your mother is doing it for your own good."

    Zhang Hua was still a little afraid of her strict father, her face changed, and she stood there in a daze, but she didn't dare to say anything more.

    Xie Yunfang felt sorry for her daughter, and complained repeatedly to her husband: "Why are you yelling at your daughter? She is already this old, and she is not your prisoner."

    Zhang Weitao also realized that his attitude frightened his daughter. The long-term separation created an indelible gap between the father and daughter. The daughter and himself were not always as close as other fathers and daughters.  A sense of guilt welled up in his heart, and he softened his voice and explained softly: "We are just worried about you and hope you have a good life. You, a child, always report good news but not bad ones, and keep things in our hearts. Your mother and I both  When you are old, it is impossible to guard you for the rest of your life, and when you have a child of your own, the closest blood relative in the world, we can rest assured, so that when you are old, someone will take care of you."

    A sentence is like a warm current passing through Zhang Hua's heart. She never knew that her strong father would say such tender words.  They have been worrying about her all their lives, worrying about her growth, worrying about her marriage, and even worrying about her life after she gets old.  They can't be with her for the rest of their lives, but they hope that she can live a happy life.  She always thought that her parents were eager to have children and grandchildren because their lives were empty after retirement, but she didn't know that their intentions were so good.  With tears in her eyes, she said emotionally: "Dad, Mom, I know I was wrong. I will arrange everything with Wang Dong, so don't worry about me anymore. I just hope that you can enjoy a good life in the future."

    Zhang Weitao showed a bright face and coughed a few times uncomfortably.

    Xie Yunfang sat down next to her daughter, "Even if you are married, you are still my daughter. If I don't see you for a day, I will worry about whether I am eating well and sleeping well. I used to run a flower shop, and I can still do it every day."  Seeing you, I don¡¯t have a flower shop now, and you don¡¯t go home, so I can¡¯t even see you.¡±

    Zhang Hua was ashamed. Every day, she hoped that her husband would come back from get off work early to accompany her, but she didn't know that her parents were also expecting her to go back to accompany them more often.  I only know how to feel sorry for myself at home, and I have never considered the feelings of my parents who are only a few kilometers away.

    Zhang Weitao regained his serious expression and asked: "What have you been doing recently? Have you studied? Although the business is not done, one cannot be lazy."

    This question made Zhang Hua even more speechless. In the past few months, besides complaining at home, he followed Xu Yali to attend parties everywhere. He learned a lot of social etiquette, as well as comparison and vanity.  In the days of ups and downs, the living conditions are getting better and better, but the heart is getting more and more impetuous. Now I am so superficial that I can't even calm down and read a book.

    She cheered herself up and said perfunctorily: "I didn't do anything, I just often went to Wang Dong's friends' gatherings, and read at home when I was free" At the end, her voice was so low that even she could hardly hear herself.

    Fortunately, Wang Dong called at this time, "I'm back, why is there no one at home, where are you?"

    "I'm at my mother's house, I'll go back right away." Zhang Hua hung up the phone, explained the reason to his parents, and left almost like escaping.

    She dare not face the kind eyes of her parents, she is afraid that her vanity and superficial life will make her parents feel sad if they know about it, she is afraid that the loneliness she inadvertently reveals will make them worry, she cannot and does not want to see her elderly parents worry about her  Worry about yourself, worry about yourself.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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