3 The Scoundrel Chicken Seller of the 2000s (3)

Lin Juan had cultivated a very good daily routine for the children. After finishing their meals, they had to take a nap in the afternoon and go to bed early at night, ensuring they got sufficient sleep each day. She had read in books that plenty of sleep was beneficial for children's growth and height development.

The heavy rain that had fallen earlier that morning only paused briefly before starting up again, with the downpour showing signs of intensifying. Weather like this was perfect for sleeping.

All the doors and windows were closed, curtains drawn. Lin Juan casually turned on a small lamp, brightening the room somewhat. The two little ones eagerly scrambled onto their beds, fetching their small quilts.

Inside the modest old tiled house were two beds. The first one upon entering was Gu Chen’s bed — a sturdy old wooden frame, slightly elevated. The quilt on it was somewhat messy, and the pillow flattened from use. He slept alone on this bed.

At the foot of the wooden bed was an iron bed where Lin Juan and her two children slept. The bedding there was much cleaner and fresher, even adorned with two small cloth dolls.

Lin Juan used to wash Gu Chen’s sheets and covers, but ever since he had fallen into drinking, his temper had worsened considerably. He often came home late at night, sleeping through the day and going out again at night. His schedule became erratic, unlike a normal person’s. If she washed and dried his bedding, he might come home in the middle of the night without a quilt, and likely get angry. So she stopped bothering.

Still, she was very tidy and loved cleanliness. Seeing Gu Chen’s quilt in such a state pained her, but she could only endure it silently.

“Brother, sleep here,” little Yan Yan said, already clutching her white rabbit cloth doll and covering it with her little quilt, gently patting the spot beside her with her chubby hand.

The two little ones settled down, whispering to each other in a language Lin Juan couldn’t quite catch, their voices chirping softly.

When Lin Juan told them to sleep, they were quiet for a moment before starting to fuss again.

“Hee hee hee—”

“Brother, give it back, give it back—”

“I don’t want to.”

…

Lin Juan’s head ached. She softly said once more, “It’s time to sleep.”

Yan Yan furrowed her small brows. “Noisy, can’t sleep.”

The rain outside was loud, and since the tiled house offered poor soundproofing, the strong raindrops pounded relentlessly, making a great noise.

With the rain pouring so heavily, there was no chance to work in the fields this afternoon. Lin Juan let the children be, not insisting any further.

The two kids, seeing their mother no longer objecting, happily continued their playful teasing. Lin Juan got up and walked to the wooden cabinet, opening a drawer neatly arranged with various items.

Though the furniture was old, Lin Juan managed to keep everything orderly.

Gu Chen lay on his bed, fiddling with his old straight-bar phone handed down several times.

That phone had cost 380 yuan. To save money, Lin Juan had accompanied him to several underground phone markets in the city. She felt heartbroken, unable to refuse his constant demands for a new phone. The money for this one had come from her tight savings last year, but he was dissatisfied, calling it cheap, lagging, and unfashionable.

When Lin Juan worked as a waitress, earning only 500 yuan a month, she had saved for months to buy him a phone that cost over a thousand yuan. But after years of use and breakage, Gu Chen deemed it useless.

Over these years, she had borne and raised children on her own. Gu Chen didn’t earn any money. Her meager savings had long since run out. Life was tight. When he changed phones, she took the discarded one, as long as it could make calls.

Gu Chen rarely stayed home unless the rain kept him inside like today. Otherwise, the whole family could hardly be awake in the same house at the same time.

Even when at home, Gu Chen was either asleep or glued to his phone, forbidding the children from making noise. For him to interact with the kids like this today was considered harmonious.

Lin Juan sighed silently and took a box of ointment from the drawer, walking to Gu Chen’s bedside to hand it to him.

Gu Chen glanced up from his phone but didn’t take it. “No need to apply.”

“There’s a wound and bleeding. You should put some on.”

Lin Juan looked at the two rows of deep teeth marks on his hand, still stained with dried blood.

They were little Yan Yan’s handiwork from this morning.

Gu Chen clicked his tongue indifferently. “Kids aren’t poisonous.”

“Better be safe. I heard this morning about an old man in a nearby village who got stabbed by a rusty iron sheet and ended up with septicemia. You can’t be careless.”

“Fine, fine,” Gu Chen said, clearly unwilling to argue. Holding his phone in one hand, he extended the injured hand, inviting her to apply the ointment.

Lin Juan’s gaze faltered. It had been a long time since they had any physical contact.

After Yan Yan’s birth and Gu Grandpa’s passing, she had no one else to help. Gu Chen only came close when he needed something. Exhausted and uncertain about the future, Lin Juan had little energy and was afraid of disturbing the children, often rejecting him cautiously.

They had clashed countless times over this. Three months ago, Gu Chen came home drunk, tried to force himself on her, but she pushed him away. He swore off touching her again, saying there were plenty of others willing.

Their relationship plunged into a deep freeze. Gu Chen often scowled at her and the children, treating them far worse than before.

Lost in thought, Lin Juan noticed the two little bundles suddenly alert, their big bright eyes fixed warily on Gu Chen. They climbed up simultaneously, staring his way.

Daddy, the big bad guy, isn’t allowed to bully Mommy!

The two little ones sat clutching their quilts, their matching wide eyes narrowed and fixed on Gu Chen.

Noticing their gaze, Gu Chen raised his hand and pointed to the deep teeth marks. “See? You bit this.”

Yan Yan blinked, seemingly realizing her mistake. She hugged her cloth doll, silent and still, with a hint of pride and stubbornness.

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