After rebirth, abstinent ex-husband can't move anymore

After Shen Yizhou went back to work, Xia Qingyuan didn't want to let herself idle and think, so she started to clean up the house.

After the busy work is finished, we have a meal and it’s afternoon.

She took out the curtain fabric she bought at the market a few days ago and planned to make the curtains.

But a living room plus two rooms, a total of four windows, would probably take several days for her to sew stitch by stitch.

So, she measured the size of the window, cut the cloth, and went to Jiang Peilan's house with the cloth and materials.

She remembered that when everyone was chatting, Jiang Peilan said that she had a sewing machine at home and could borrow it.

Xia Qingyuan followed the place mentioned by Shen Yizhou and found it.

She saw the clothes she had seen Jiang Peilan wearing hanging out in the yard, and she knew this was the room.

But before she could knock on the door, she heard an old woman's cursing voice.

"What kind of ring? If you don't give our Lin family a baby, there's no way we can have a ring!"

The old woman lowered her voice again and said: "If you want to blame it, it's your stomach that doesn't live up to expectations. There are already three of them, and you still lose money!"

Xia Qingyuan stood outside the door, frowning as she heard this.

Even more than ten years later, having a son is still an unchanging obsession in many places.

It is difficult for an upright official to intervene in household affairs. She was hesitating whether to intervene when she heard the little girl crying.

Judging from the voice, he looked like he was only three or four years old. He was crying and calling "Mom."

As soon as Xia Qingyuan heard the child cry, she couldn't move.

She straightened her clothes, then stepped back to the bottom of the steps, and then shouted: "Pellan, are you at home?"

As she shouted, the sound in the room suddenly stopped.

After a while, Jiang Peilan came to open the door.

Her eyes were red, obviously she had cried. She smiled at Xia Qingyuan: "Qingyuan, are you here?"

Xia Qingyuan did not mention what she had just heard, and said to her: "I want to make some curtain cloths, and I want to borrow a sewing machine from your family to use."

Jiang Peilan said cheerfully: "It's vacant, come in quickly."

Behind her, there was a thin female doll with tears and snot on her face.

Xia Qingyuan guessed that this should be Jiang Peilan's daughter.

Jiang Peilan pulled the little girl to her and said to her, "This is Aunt Qingyuan, call someone quickly."

The little girl was timid, staring at Xia Qingyuan timidly with her two big bony eyes, and then hid behind Jiang Peilan.

Xia Qingyuan smiled: "It doesn't matter, the child recognizes the child.

In the future, if you come to Auntie's house more often, you will become familiar with it."

As she said that, she took out a handful of toffee from her pocket and said, "These are the candies that Auntie gave you. Take them quickly."

The little girl's eyes lit up when she saw the candy in Xia Qingyuan's hand, but she didn't dare to step forward to take it.

Jiang Peilan also said: "This toffee is precious, there is no need to give it to her."

Xia Qingyuan squatted down, grabbed the little girl's hand, and put the candy in her palm: "This is what Auntie treats you to, take it."

The little girl subconsciously looked up at Jiang Peilan.

Seeing her daughter's cowardly and timid appearance, Jiang Peilan felt uncomfortable and nodded: "Go on."

Then he welcomed Xia Qingyuan into the house: "I'm not very good at making clothes. My mother-in-law usually makes them, but most of them are left there useless."

Entering the living room, I saw a short old woman sitting there. When she saw Xia Qingyuan, she nodded and said hello.

Xia Qingyuan smiled lightly and called out: "Hello, aunt."

The old woman stood up but didn't respond: "You guys should be busy, I'll take the kids out for a walk."

Then he added: "Use it carefully, sewing machines are very valuable."

As he said that, he grabbed the little girl who had just followed in and dragged her out.

Jiang Peilan looked embarrassed: "My mother-in-law is always like that. You must not pay attention."

Xia Qingyuan shook her head: "It doesn't matter."

Soon, the little girl's cry sounded outside the door again, accompanied by the old woman's scolding: "Why are you crying!

Does a small loser deserve to eat candy?

Keep this for your cousin to eat!"

As the voice went away, Jiang Peilan's face showed unbearable and anger. Her hands clenched her clothes tightly, but she did not chase him out.

Seeing her like this, Xia Qingyuan gradually felt a fire of ignorance in her heart: "Don't you go and take a look?"

If her child was treated like this, she would never give up.

Jiang Peilan shook his head: "Forget it."

If she opens her mouth, it will be another war. Sometimes if she endures it, she may be able to get a moment of peace.

Xia Qingyuan sighed: "You are the child's mother. If you don't protect her, how can she feel safe?"

She knew that Jiang Peilan was in this house, and she probably didn't even have time to take care of herself.

But rights must always be fought for by oneself. If you remain weak, you will only make the other party harder until you finally have no way to retreat.

And outsiders can't help her with this.

Some children use their childhood to heal their whole lives, and some children spend their whole lives healing their childhood. She doesn't want that child to become the latter.

Hearing this, Jiang Peilan still bit her lips and said nothing.

She doesn't want to be tough, but she will always compromise because she can't bear it.

In the end, her husband will accuse her of being a house spoiler.

Seeing this, Xia Qingyuan stopped trying to persuade her.

With a somewhat heavy heart, I quickly sewed the curtains.

Jiang Peilan stood aside and watched with envy: "Your hands are so skillful, I have never seen anyone sew curtains so beautifully.

I’ve always wanted to learn, but I never had the time.”

There are three types of curtains: sky blue, goose yellow and aqua green. Each one has lace and pleats sewn on it, making it absolutely beautiful.

It's like theirs, just pull a piece of cloth and it's done.

Xia Qingyuan responded: "If you want to learn, I can teach you."

Jiang Peilan just praised her like this, but she didn't expect that Xia Qingyuan would be so willing to teach her.

She scratched her hair and said, "Thank you in advance."

As for when she will find time to learn, I'm afraid even she herself doesn't know.

Xia Qingyuan saw through it but didn't say anything. After thanking him, she went home.

It's not that she is cold-blooded. Some people make up their own minds without learning from the experience, and no amount of advice from others will be of any use.

Maybe they will turn around and accuse you of destroying other people's families.

So, let Jiang Peilan grind it again.

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When Xia Qingyuan returned home, she happened to see Li Guanghua and his wife standing at the door, talking to Shen Yizhou.

Compared to the enthusiasm of the couple, Shen Yizhou has a dull look.

His white shirt was tucked into the waistband of his trousers, and his army green trousers made his whole person look even more elegant in the evening sunlight.

Shen Yizhou was the first to discover Xia Qingyuan.

His lips were like ice and snow melting in spring, and he smiled lightly at her: "Are you back?"

Xia Qingyuan held the curtain cloth and walked over: "Yeah."

Shen Yizhou took the curtain cloth from her hand with soft eyes: "Did you make this yourself?"

Xia Qingyuan nodded and responded: "Yes.

I just went to Jiang Peilan's house and borrowed a sewing machine."

Li Guanghua looked at the curtain cloth in Shen Yizhou's hand and smiled: "The section chief's wife's craftsmanship is really good."

I don't know why, but Xia Qingyuan felt an inexplicable resistance to Li Guanghua's advances, a bit like the disgusting feeling one gets from being bitten by a fly.

So she just smiled and nodded as a yes.

Perhaps sensing Xia Qingyuan's discomfort, Shen Yizhou took half a step forward, blocking Li Guanghua's view.

He turned his head to Xia Qingyuan and said, "Let's go have a meal with our colleagues in the department tonight."

"Am I going too?" Xia Qingyuan pointed at herself in surprise.

Xue Caifeng, standing aside, said, "Yes.

Section Chief Shen has made an advancement again, and he said he would like to invite colleagues in the office to celebrate."

Hearing this, Xia Qingyuan looked at Shen Yizhou, who always looked very calm.

She smiled and asked: "Really?

Awesome!”

The unstinting praise came from her mouth, and Shen Yizhou, who was originally indifferent, couldn't help but straighten his chest even more.

Well, his wife praised him for being great.

At this moment, Zhou Yang's voice sounded not far away: "Shen Ke, let's go!"

Xia Qingyuan looked towards the source of the sound and saw Zhou Yang standing at the intersection, waving to them.

And the woman he saw in the laboratory in the morning was standing next to him, looking at them with a smile.