Nanhe raised his eyes and saw Shi Ranghan standing at the door like a frozen ice sculpture, holding his cell phone in his hands and panicking for help in his direction. After turning off the faucet, Nanhe wiped his hands and walked over to take the phone. He squeezed Shi Ranghan's palm comfortingly and placed the phone on the stove, just in front of his face.
"Mom, why did you call me suddenly?"
Mother Nan adjusted her glasses, "Hey? Who answered the phone for you just now? Your roommate? Where are you? I've never seen this place before."
Shi Ranghan felt helpless after hearing this series of questions, but he was unwilling to leave - he also wanted to hear what Nan He had to say.
Nanhe continued to turn on the faucet and wash the vegetables. Cooking lunch was a big deal, and his wife couldn't be hungry.
"Mom, how is the sweater you knitted for me? The pink one." Nanhe avoided those questions and asked about other things.
"Look at the sweater." On the screen of the mobile phone, Nan's mother held up half of a very pink sweater and twisted the needle and thread. "I'm thinking about other patterns on this one. Does it look okay?"
Nan He took a look and said, "It looks pretty good. Please change the size of my sweater to a smaller size."
"Have you lost weight?" Nan's mother was unhappy, "Didn't you take good care of yourself outside?"
Nanhe turned around and glanced at Shi Ranghan, who was still holding the kitchen door and refusing to move like a hanging doll, smiled and said, "Didn't you ask who answered the phone just now? It's my wife."
Shi Ranghan's heart trembled, and he clutched the doorframe unconsciously.
"..." Mother Nan's hand froze and she suddenly moved closer to the phone, as if she wanted to stick her head out of the phone to look at it, "Your wife? What wife? Are you in love? Wait, that person just now Is he a man?"
Nanhe nodded naturally: "Yes, male wife."
Nan's mother had lived in a small county all her life. She had never heard of such a shocking "male wife". These three words almost made her faint. She made a sharp crackling sound, turned around and shouted: "Old Nan! Get the fuck over here! Your son has found a male wife!"
Nanhe: "..."
After a while, another old face appeared on the narrow screen. Nan's father hurriedly put on his glasses while pushing forward and looking around: "What man's wife? Let me take a look."
Nanhe washed the vegetables without any care: "What's there to see? I'll bring it back for the Chinese New Year and you guys will see it."
Father Nan was still looking around: "Let me take a look, I didn't see it! I didn't see it!"
Nan's mother pushed Nan's father away angrily, and the sweater in her hand and the sweater needles banged loudly on the table, "Nan He, are you crazy? I asked you to study, you...you When did you get this problem?"
Nan He shook off the water on his hand, changed the expression on his face, and said seriously: "It's not a problem, Mom, please speak properly, my wife is listening by the side."
"You..." Mother Nan was so angry that her hair stood up, she bared her teeth and gritted her teeth. She wanted to rush out of the screen and beat him, but she really lowered her voice very low, "You are going to make me mad." No? I just said, I just said you are handsome, why didn't you fall in love in junior high school and high school? Okay, wait for me here, right? Can't your wife hear this voice? "
Nanhe said: "The sound is not bad."
Nan's mother maintained her voice: "Nanhe, you bastard, you want me to go crazy, right? Tell me now, why did you date a man?"
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