Chapter 37 Uncle Zhang, is this the nail polish you applied for Aunt Qin? "'Young couples always come to keep company', you are young now, busy with work, and very angry. It is normal for a young couple to bicker and quarrel occasionally. Liu Yan and I also had quarrels when we were young...I am not afraid to say it. You guys are joking, there were several times when I beat Liu Yan until she cried, and I ran to my mother-in-law all night long to beg her to make the decision for me!"
Zhang Enmin took a matza and sat down next to the bathtub with some difficulty. He obviously remembered the interesting things from his youth and laughed twice. The eyes he looked at his wife were not to mention soft and gentle.
"Hey, now that I'm older, I can't argue or fight... If Liu Yan could hit me twice now, then I would be happy!"
The more Zhang Jiefang listened, the more stunned her expression became. She couldn't help but start thinking, if she suddenly became paralyzed one day, who could serve her like this and smile at her? Tang Yaocan's heartless bastard was determined to run faster than a rabbit, lest he rub his feces or urine on him.
Tang Jiwen was still a child. He couldn't even take care of himself, and he was someone he couldn't count on.
As for her parents and those brothers and sisters, they will probably just kick her around like a ball. In the end, the family will pay a few hundred yuan and that will be the end of it.
Sun Jiefang couldn't help but think of the "broad sea and sky". If he was "real", he wouldn't care about her, right? She was particularly stuck today at [-] o'clock in the morning and sent another message to "Hai Kuo Tian Tian" because "Hai Kuo Tian Tian" had said before that New Year's Eve was his birthday, but the message still failed to be sent.
Although Zhang Jiefang was prepared, the red exclamation mark still slapped her hard on the face like a big slap.
She couldn't hold it back and read through the chat history from beginning to end until it was almost four o'clock. Tears fell down her face as she watched, soaking most of the pillowcloth.
"You're like an old sow pissing in a pee, you're doing it for yourself!" It was Tang Yaocan's yin and yang ridicule that always kept spinning in her mind at inappropriate times, making her even cry.
"...Jie Fang? Jiefang! What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"
Jiang Xiaoping noticed Zhang Jiefang's despair, touched the back of her hand lightly and asked.
"It's nothing. I didn't sleep well yesterday and I have a slight headache."
Zhang Jiefang made up random reasons. Jiang Xiaoping obviously didn't believe it, but she didn't say anything.
She tried hard to calm down, dipped the cool sponge in her hand into the water and rinsed it again, then reached under the towel and continued to scrub Grandma Qin's body.
"Aunt Qin's body is so clean that there is no dust left on her body." Zhang Jiefang rubbed her body for a while and couldn't help but sigh.
"I usually help her wipe and rub her when I have nothing to do."
Zhang Enmin also took a sponge and helped his wife wash her neck and chest, "Liu Yan is so cute and clean. If you don't wipe it for more than two days, you will feel uncomfortable, so you will make trouble with me, right?"
The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and Jiang He came out with a bucket of hot water, intending to help Grandma Qin wash her face and hair.
It's just that Grandma Qin's figure is too thin, and she has been paralyzed and weak all year round, so she can't sit firmly against the smooth inner wall of the bathtub.
"How about I help you?" Jiang Xiaoping suggested.
"No, I have a solution."
Jiang He brought a total of six or seven bath towels and hand towels this time. Jiang Xiaoping complained about his plan to wholesale, so this time they came in handy.
She first rolled up a large bath towel and put it at Grandma Qin's feet, and then took two towels and put them on her back and shoulders. Now she could finally sit still.
"Grandpa Zhang, what does Grandma Qin usually use to wash her face?"
Jiang He wet a cleansing towel and asked while wiping Grandma Qin's cheek.
"Just wait, I'll get it for you."
Zhang Enmin put down the sponge in his hand, held his knees with both hands, and stood up from the horse with difficulty. He also patted the back of his wife's hand to comfort him, "Don't be afraid, I'll be back soon."
After a while, he took out a storage box full of toiletries from Grandma Qin's room. "There's also Liu Yan's favorite shower gel in it. I'll bring it too." "The things Grandma Qin uses are pretty good. Yeah!" Jiang He stood up and took it, and couldn't help but sigh.
There are not only popular brands there, but also some niche word-of-mouth products. If Jiang He hadn't been in the beauty industry, he might not be able to recognize them all.
"Hahaha... Really? I don't understand these either. They are all bought by children and sent here. Liu Yan has liked to dress up since she was young. The clothes are the most fashionable and the creams are the most fragrant. No?"
Zhang Enmin smiled and scratched the bridge of Grandma Qin's nose with his index finger as if teasing a child. Grandma Qin snorted softly, sounding obviously gentler.
Jiang He and Jiang Xiaoping couldn't help laughing when they saw this, but Zhang Jiefang was still dumbfounded, as if she had lost her soul.
Jiang He looked at her mother confused, but Jiang Xiaoping also looked confused.
Jiang He didn't believe it and raised his eyebrows slightly to question. Jiang Xiaoping immediately looked distressed at being suspected, which made Jiang He almost lose his temper and become happy again.
Zhang Jiefang's cell phone rang suddenly, and she trembled as if frightened. She immediately dropped the sponge, wiped the bath water on her hands randomly on her pants, and walked quickly towards the clothes rack with cotton-padded jackets hanging behind the door.
But as soon as she took out her cell phone, the ringtone stopped.
Zhang Jiefang hesitated for a while while holding the phone, and then the phone rang again, but she hung up immediately this time. But just as she was about to put the phone back into her jacket pocket, the ringtone rang again.
"Jie Fang, go answer the phone. He'er and I are here." Jiang Xiaoping picked up the sponge floating on the water and said, considering Zhang Jiefang's abnormal energy today, it's better to let her rest! "It's the phone number from my hometown. It's all about those things... I'll say a few words and I'll be right back."
Zhang Jiefang said that she was about to open the door. When Jiang He saw it, his voice broke with nervousness, "Aunt Jiefang, please don't open the door, it's cold outside!"
"Ouch, I'm really... I'm really confused today, what's going on with my mind... I'm sorry, Uncle Zhang." Zhang Jiefang was also frightened by herself.
"It's okay, why don't you go to the kitchen and answer the phone."
Zhang Enmin watched Zhang Jiefang hurried into the kitchen, and then looked at Jiang Xiaoping with concern.
"Today is New Year's Eve. Are you in a hurry to catch the train home for the New Year? Are we delaying things for others?"
"No, Jiefang won't go back to her hometown this year. She said she would wait until after the Chinese New Year."
Jiang Xiaoping explained with a smile, but Zhang Enmin still looked uneasy. Seeing this, Jiang He quickly changed the subject, "Mom, please trim Grandma Qin's nails."
"okay."
Jiang Xiaoping responded, but when she picked up Grandma Qin's hand, she discovered that her nails had been cut not long ago, and the edges were polished to a rounded, soft shape, and she was also coated with a layer of pearl white nail polish.
"Uncle Zhang, is this the nail polish you put on for Aunt Qin?" Even Jiang Xiaoping was shocked.
"Well, how's it going? Does it look good?" Zhang Enmin really forgot about Zhang Jiefang's incident and asked back quite proudly.
"It looks good. This is the popular color this year." Jiang He took a look and remembered that Lin Xiaoya's manicure for a while was this color.
"Look at how popular this color is among young people now, and you still don't like it!"
When Grandma Qin heard this, her eyelids twitched slightly, and Zhang Enmin laughed again, "Liu Yan thinks I have no taste! She only likes red and green, and once asked me to paint her a gray one." Color. Oh, that color is really..."
Zhang Enmin obviously did not agree with his wife's aesthetic taste in this aspect, and waved his hand in disgust, "It looks like coal has just been dug. Anyway, I don't appreciate it much."
(End of this chapter)