Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

Chapter 119:

Lao Huang’s family visited on time, and the aroma of fresh biscuits came to my little human hut in no time.

I sniffed: “What good things did my sister-in-law bring?”

“Only your nose is good.” She handed me a vacuum flask that was nearly two liters in size. “I’ll stew some milk soup for you. Put it in a glass bowl and put it in a microwave oven. You can drink it after a while. The lid was not tightened just now. , I accidentally spilled a little on the road.”

I feel my mouth is grinning to the root of my ears.

“Stupid.” Old Huang spit out a Chinese character.

“Come in.” I glanced at him and changed my English. I prepared disposable slippers for them. The children did not fit their feet. My sister-in-law asked them to change their shoe covers, but it was so hot that I dragged the floor and said that I could go in barefoot.

The two of them came here for the first time after moving to the new house, but they were familiar with each other. In a blink of an eye, Huang’s young son took up the position of the sofa in front of the window, beckoned to his brother, and turned around and said to me:” Auntie, your new sofa is so cool!”

Of course it’s cool, it only cost me half a month’s salary for that single seat.

My sister-in-law smiled helplessly at me: “By the way, Li Yao, you must not put plastic wrap on the bowl if you are hot, or even poking holes.”

I nodded, my sister-in-law is always uneasy about my knowledge of life.

“It’s best to use a pot to heat it, it’s more fragrant. Do you have a pot here? I’ll heat it up for you.”

Old Huang actually understood: “She can’t have a pot at all.”

I said “Wow” without worrying about him, and went to the kitchen and said: “How quickly do you learn Mandarin?”

“I haven’t had time to study seriously, but recently she only spoke Mandarin to me at home.” Lao Huang touched his chin. “It might also be Shandong dialect? You know, it’s hard to tell.”

My sister-in-law’s tone sounded very strict: “My Mandarin is very good, just as good as my Singaporean English.”

“Your Singaporean English is as good as my Mandarin.”

Her tone was stern, and she changed Chinese: “Huang Xiuwen?”

I deliberately flipped through the cupboard, found a small milk pot for instant noodles, saved Lao Huang’s life, and said, “Sister-in-law, is this all right?”

The sister-in-law nodded: “Yes, I’ll give you heat now?”

“No, no, my sister-in-law turns around and tells me what to pay attention to. Let’s visit first, don’t delay business.” I smiled, turned around and said, “I have a pot.”

Lao Huang didn’t care at all about my rescue, and insisted: “I bet you can’t get a second pot.”

I beckoned to him, opened the cupboard, and put the milk pan in by the way: “Guess who is winning now?”

He took a breath, looked at me, and then turned his eyes to his wife. At the end, Old Zodiac said: “Okay. Your prize.”

He gave me cookies.

I briefly introduced the layout. Our building has a single structure, except for the cloakroom, I maintain the original structure, so there are not many places to say. When I arrived in the second bedroom, I paused and said, “This is the second bedroom.”

The two children lived with me for a week and turned a blind eye to it.

Old Huang may be holding back his smile, his voice a little distorted: “Slightly smaller than I thought.”

My sister-in-law is very subtle: “Maybe there are more boxes.” After speaking, she silently patted my shoulder.

I said in detail about the bathroom waterproofing and plumbing. In addition, I also turned over the electronic draft of the circuit plan. These things may not be important to single people, but families with children have too many things and more places to consider. My sister-in-law listened very carefully, while Lao Huang looked after the two children next to him.

We had a simple lunch together, and then I took them to visit the supporting facilities. They had heard the intermediary say these things a long time ago, but this is a weekend afternoon, and there are residents, so the situation that can be asked is naturally more specific.

My sister-in-law is still concerned about school and transportation issues, and Lao Huang and I are looking at the children a little further away. I said: “Barbecue grills need to be applied in advance. In addition, all courts are first-come, first-served. Other things are available immediately before this year, but now the situation is special and there are restrictions on the number of participants, so the sauna is generally Not useful.”

“I don’t like sauna rooms.” Old Huang said a cold joke, “I live in the sauna room.”

I turned off the topic: “The gym is usually rarely used, and the swimming pool is more popular. There seems to be no one today. Maybe everyone is out to play on the weekend?”

Lao Huang’s youngest son ran over: “Auntie, can we go to the pool?”

“Um-” I turned my head to look at Old Huang.

“Is it okay?”

“Can.”

Lao Huang and his two sons stared wide-eyed: “Well—”

I turned my head and started to laugh secretly. He can’t make up his mind either.

The sister-in-law finally agreed to the request of the two sons. It was a hassle to find swimming trunks temporarily, but in the end I found the supermarket delivery on Superman. Huang Xiuwen and I went back upstairs with some fruits. He was holding a coconut: Huang Xiuwen claimed that he would open the coconut for me with his bare hands. I pressed half a bag of biscuits and bet he couldn’t do it.

Entering the house, I said, “Is the floor of our house much better than what you saw before?”

Lao Huang might want to say “no”. I bet he wants to say “no”, but even he can’t deny the beauty of my floor without conscience. After several seconds, he didn’t answer the question to torture the loyalty and rebellion of the soul. He only suffocated one sentence: “It’s weird that your refrigerator is here.”

“But it goes well with my sofa.”

“Don’t you think it’s a bit too big for people living alone?”

“This is a perfect refrigerator.” I poked the cork board seriously. “Look, it says, “Perfect refrigerator”.”

Old Huang rolled his eyes and walked over, and squinted his eyes: “It’s not like your words.”

I fell silent.

I asked Miss Pan De to write to me-and if the fridge magnet is removed, she can still see her signature.

Fortunately, Lao Huang was not very interested in the perfection of my refrigerator magnets or refrigerators, so he asked, “Do you have plastic wrap?”

“Maybe, I can go to the second bedroom to find it.” I touched my neck, “What are you going to use it for?”

“Wrap the coconut with plastic wrap and throw it to the corner. The coconut will open soon.” Old Huang shrugged his shoulders.

I walked over and picked up the biscuits: “For the sake of the biscuits, let go of my floor, revise the text.”

He frowned: “These are the cookies my wife baked!”

I nodded repeatedly: “So?”

“So—” He glanced at me, “So—” Old Huang took a breath again, “Forget it.”

We chatted about each other in the kitchen. Most of the time we talked about the changes in the company, the current situation, and occasionally talked about gossip, but my gossip source was originally Lao Huang, so I heard more and less talk at the moment.

I also moved him a high stool, but Lao Huang didn’t sit down. He took the only fruit knife in the house and repeatedly prodded the surface of the coconut, vowing to shake the sky with willpower and poke a hole.

I am not optimistic.

I was already thinking that when we went to see the owner of the fruit shop for help in two hours, I laughed at what he was going to say.

Lao Huang gradually became immersed in his coconut-opening career. He was really patient, and finally made a cut a few millimeters deep, and focused his efforts on the intersection, and the number of scratches of varying depths was uncountable. He is still trying. I only feel that the position of the knife is slightly off. Maybe it happened to be a thicker place.

Maybe working hard for a while can really open it to him?

Old Huang suddenly said, “Are you gay?”

I froze. His knife is still going down, just in vain.

“Um.”

Lao Huang stabbed hard into the hole. Is it on? The tip of the knife was inserted, but no drop of water came out. However, the knife is undoubtedly independent of the power of the holder. After a long period of repeated cutting, the knife and the coconut have finally found their unique balance.

He turned his head: “Are you gay?”

“Yes.” I frowned slightly, “Why is it so loud?”

Old Huang bowed his head, with his backhand akimbo. His figure is really trained, his arm muscles are tight, and there is an unspoken sense of pressure.

Old Huang said, “I was just a little surprised… I didn’t expect it. Uh, I, I’m proud of you, Yao.”

“Well, you don’t have to be proud of me.” My mood is very strange, even stranger than my high school and parents coming out, “And there is nothing to be proud of. I like women and I don’t make me superior. Or inferior.”

Old Huang’s ears are red: “In short, I want to say I support you! No matter what you choose, I will stand by your side.”

I looked at him.

I know where the weird is.

“Has the coconut opened?”

Old Huang drew the knife/out: “It’s on.”

Unlike Vivienne and Lao Bai who thought “it’s no big deal” at the beginning, they were also different from my dad who pretended nothing happened or my mother who was always negatively confronting. Lao Huang took the initiative to accept me.

Accept me, accept my sexual orientation as a homosexual, not the other way around.

This feeling is really weird, I haven’t recovered yet. I found the bowl and gave it to Lao Huang. He took it. We watched the coconut milk slowly flow out from the narrow hole. As long as his hand holding the coconut shakes, the coconut milk will flow down the shell.

Old Huang’s T-shirt soon got water on his chest. Really sloppy.

I asked in a low voice, “Can’t you make that hole bigger?”

“Oh!” He woke up like a dream, “You are right.”

Lao Huang took the knife and slowly opened the small hole, which was much easier than the tedious and laborious process of making a hole in the first place. We seem to have gradually recovered from the accident just now, and Lao Huang asked with no confidence: “Have you always liked girls?”

“Yes.”

“No feeling for men at all?”

I nodded: “This is my situation. But it varies from person to person, and everyone’s situation is different.”

“Sonia, too?” Old Huang asked. Seeing me stunned, he was even more surprised than I was, and frowned slightly: “Really? You came out of the closet with me so quickly. When you get here, you start to avoid answering?”

“No, it’s not the problem.” I shook my head, “and it’s not that I came out with you. You opened my cabinet door.”