Looking at his son walking from the other end of the yard in the twilight, Liu Yuanhe's self-blame was finally lit up little by little.

Yes, my son worked so hard for this family. He entered the mountain just at dawn and was busy until now. He even ate lunch in the mountains.

Why did he do this? Why did he work so hard? It's not to make this family better and to make the family live a better life.

Liu Yuanhe looked back at the old house with golden light in the twilight, and felt a little chill in his heart: he had been dealing with life and had been able to live in this old house for most of his life. How useless and cowardly this is.

Yesterday, he actually sold the yam for 300 yuan at a discount. How foolish is this.

Now, he really knew he was wrong. He was really guilty and blamed himself.

Therefore, he planned to show kindness to his son.

However, you can't show your goodwill with nothing, you have to show your sincerity.

Thinking of this, he hurried back to the house and entered the kitchen, planning to make a table of dishes his son likes to eat.

Liu Qingshan put the yam in the main hall and went to take a shower.

Wu Cuimei stood in the yard, feeding chickens and ducks, and said to the wooden awning, "Qingshan, have you seen it? Your father really knew that he was wrong this time. Now he is cooking in the kitchen, and it is all your favorite food."

What do I love to eat?

Is there no dishes that I don’t like?

Seeing that his son didn't say anything, Wu Cuimei continued, "Qingshan, you have it too. There is no need to be angry with your father anymore. Although he is not reliable, no matter what, it is your real father. If he hadn't been him, how could he raise you so old?"

Liu Qingshan looked at the green mountains and waters outside the crack of the wooden board, raised his eyebrows, but still said nothing.

After taking a shower and returning to the kitchen, my dad was still cooking.

I actually cooked several dishes.

Poached eggs, egg soup, scrambled eggs with leeks, three dishes.

Oh, no, there is also a dish that has not been put into the pot, which looks like a scrambled egg with sausage.

Damn, it's all eggs!

Liu Qingshan wanted to complain, but before he could speak, his eyes suddenly lit up, and a flame instantly rose from the earth stove.

Liu Qingshan was startled and shouted: "Ah, it's on fire."

But as soon as he finished speaking, the flame whirled again and fell back instantly, as if nothing had happened.

Liu Yuanhe rubbed his forehead that was licked by the flames, frowned and said, "Isn't it just that the oil bottle has been knocked over? What's the point of being called? If it's so easy to catch fire, this house will be gone long ago."

As he said that, he glanced back at his frightened son and his wife who ran in from the yard after hearing the screams.

The two of them stared at him, their expressions gradually became obscene, and then they let out a loud cry, and they laughed so hard that they were tilted back and forth, trembling and deafening...

Liu Yuanhe was unhappy: "Why are you laughing at? What's so funny?"

I'm afraid the mother and the mother are so proud. Didn't they just wipe their foreheads and apply some darkness on them? What's so funny about this?

But the mother and the two followed the demon, holding their stomachs in one hand and pointing at him with the other, laughing so much that they couldn't even speak.

Damn, I want to see how funny it is. Liu Yuanhe threw the spatula angrily and walked towards the patio.

There is a 'mirror sign' here in the patio.

The so-called mirror card is actually a mirror. But this is not an ordinary modern mirror, but an old-fashioned mirror from the 1970s and 1980s. The mirror is rectangular, with four sides wrapped in wooden frames. On the top of the mirror, there is a small iron ring the size of peanut beans embedded in the wooden frame.

Make an iron nail on the red mud brick, then put a small iron trap on the iron nail, and the mirror can be steadily hung on the wall.

The mirror on the wall was given by relatives when Liu Yuanhe and Wu Cuimei got married. At the top of the mirror, there was a pair of phoenixes. The tail of the phoenixes was one to the left and the other to the right, but the head was close intimately in the middle, which felt like the newcomer was facing each other.

The two phoenixes are dark yellow in color.

Above the heads of the two phoenixes, that is, between the two big tails, there is also the word "囍" written in red paint.

In that era, it was a good wedding gift in such a small mountain village. Only relatives would give such high-end gifts. Some more generous ones would give some gossip clocks and other things.

The mirror is not very big, but it is not small either. It is about fifty or sixty centimeters high and about thirty in width. Therefore, you can reflect a person's head without standing too far.

As soon as Liu Yuanhe arrived in front of the mirror, he was stunned in an instant!

Stay!

The person in the mirror was not him. He was clearly a monster.

Thinking of him, Liu Yuanhe, he was a romantic figure no matter what, and his handsome face attracted many women's love. Even today, countless old ladies are still looking at him.

However, what is reflected in the mirror now is clearly a monster.

That was a monster without eyebrows.tot.

It would be fine if there were no eyebrows, even the hair on the top of the head was burned. It was clearly a blink of an eye and there was no feeling at all. Why did the eyebrows disappear? Why did the hair get burned?

Looking back at the heartless mother and mother, a sense of anger mixed with grievance surged into her heart: "Xiaoxiao, what's the laughter? What's the funny thing?"

"Haha, Dad, don't say it, you really feel like Wu Dalang like this." Liu Qingshan laughed so hard that tears came out. He wanted to ridicule his father's cooking skills and attack him in order to achieve the purpose of revenge.

It seems that it is not useful now. As for his current situation, Liu Qingshan feels extremely relieved.

While wiping his tears, Wu Cuimei smiled and said, "It's okay, your mountain songs are so nice. Even if you become Zhu Bajie, those women will still like you, so don't be sad."

As he said that, he turned around and went to the kitchen to pick up the spoon to continue cooking.

Liu Qingshan forcibly restrained his laughter, and then said to his father seriously: "Dad, don't worry, I'll help you repair it, and make sure you look as handsome as before."

Liu Yuanhe looked at his son with bright eyes: "Really?"

"Of course it's true." Liu Qingshan immediately went to find razors and scissors, "Dad, sit down and I'll fix it for you."

Although he doesn't believe in his son's haircutting skills, there seems to be no other way at the moment. After all, he doesn't believe in his own skills. No matter what, his son is younger than him and has more knowledge than him. If he really gives this burnt hair to him, he might even find out his haircut talent.

Yes, let's take care of the dead.

Liu Yuanhe sat down on the small stool and handed his head to his son.

Liu Qingshan held scissors in one hand and razor in the other, and smiled at himself in the mirror!
Chapter completed!