life is sweet

Chapter 257 【257】

Huang Xiaopei became very interested in this book today, but he didn't have time to ask if Su Qingchun would like to answer it. She asked again:
"You didn't ask?"

"She said it was a gift from a friend, why am I so detailed?"

"Then since it was a book given to her by her friend, why did she give it to you?" Huang Xiaopei said, "Isn't it strange?"

"What's so strange about this? She gave me this book when I came to Shanghai to study. Although I don't know why she gave it to me, it must be her kindness."

"She just gave you the book, didn't she say anything?" Huang Xiaopei's curiosity was completely opened up, as if he was blocked if he didn't break the casserole and ask the end.

Su Qingchun sighed, obviously he didn't want to pay attention to Huang Xiaopei any more, in order to avoid her asking again, he turned over, facing Huang Xiaopei with his buttocks, and closed his eyes.

Huang Xiaopei couldn't control Su Qingchun's ignorance at this time, the topic had come to this point, he must continue to ask, this might be a woman's gossip, and it couldn't be stopped.

She gently tugged on Su Qingchun's clothes with her hands, but seeing no response, she elbowed him on the back.

"Oh, don't ask, I'm so sleepy, I'll sleep first."

"It's time to eat, why are you still sleeping? Tell me, what did your mother say when she gave you the book? Remember it carefully." Huang Xiaopei looked at Su Qingchun with longing eyes, and smiled at Su Qingchun. he said.

Su Qingchun glanced sideways at Huang Xiaopei, really felt that she was gossip, and really didn't want to talk to her.

Huang Xiaopei also understood that this was her mother-in-law's private matter, and she was a little bit inquisitive, but she couldn't bear the curiosity, and she continued to explain in a nice voice, "I mean that someone like your mother who never reads books Don't you think it's too strange to suddenly give you a book like this?"

"She must have said something when she gave it to you. You should think about it."

Su Qingchun knew that Huang Xiaopei couldn't be held back, and if he didn't tell her, he would definitely keep asking, so he casually said:
"What can she say, don't she just say things like studying hard? That year, I happened to come to Shanghai for college entrance examination. I guess she didn't have anything related to reading to give me. This book is the only thing at home. , As for whether I'm useful or not, she can't care, she just thinks it's a book, and if it matches, give it to me."

Su Qingchun didn't even bother to think about it, he just said it casually, just to shut Huang Xiaopei's mouth.

"Oh, that's possible too."

Huang Xiaopei seems to agree with this statement.

"It's just that I feel so strange. Since a friend gave your mother a book, it should also be a gift for your mother's favorite things, right? Why haven't you heard that your mother likes tin dramas before?
"Besides, since any friend wants to give your mother something, he should give her favorite clothes, flowers, etc. It seems that these are more suitable for which era and your mother. What kind of tin drama does this person give your mother? ? How does your mother understand this?"

"I don't know."

"That's right, you're also surprised, right? Giving this book to your mother from this friend is like giving a chef a piano. It's not good to say, but it's just a decoration, no matter how good it is!"

Huang Xiaopei continued, "Besides, this tin opera was originally a local opera from Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai, so the person who gave it to you was either from here or someone who loves tin opera. Anyway, no matter what you think about it, your mother has never left in her whole life. How do people in Jiangxi know these two kinds of people?"

"I don't know that."

"Don't you think it's strange?"

"What's so strange about that?"

"Isn't that weird?

"A woman in the countryside has a tin opera "Dream of Red Mansions" in her collection, and I just checked, this book is still out of print, and it is quite valuable for collection. Besides, I have never heard your mother say that she likes it. A Dream of Red Mansions and tin dramas! From my point of view, this thing is really weird.”

"Hey, why do you think it's so complicated? This book may be the one she picked up on the road."

"Nonsense, it was obviously given to her by others, and it was all inscribed, as a gift to Meizhen."

"Perhaps she wrote it herself."

"Why is she writing this when she has nothing to do?"

"I'm afraid that people will find out that I picked it up. It's rare for country people to get a book."

Huang Xiaopei snorted and said, "Your mother can write such a good handwriting? Even if I believe it, you probably wouldn't believe it?"

This is full of irony.

"Hey, it's just a book. Why do you think so much about it? Never mind it."

Su Qingchun really didn't want to argue with Huang Xiaopei for so long over this old book, he yawned and said, "I didn't sleep last night, I'm going to sleep, don't talk about it, you'll call me later when you're eating." I."

Huang Xiaopei saw that Su Qingchun really didn't want to talk about it anymore.

Ever since she knew that this book was her mother-in-law, her inner curiosity was like a flood, and it was out of control, especially the more she thought about it, the more curious she became. She really wanted to take this book in front of her mother-in-law. Ask her about the history of the book.

But then I thought about it, it's not good to ask mother-in-law about this matter directly, if it was picked up as Su Qingchun guessed, it would be so embarrassing.

Forget it, it's just a book anyway, Huang Xiaopei doesn't worry about it anymore, he just picked it up, and although it is unlikely that such a book was picked up in some remote place, and it is still so well preserved, it seems that this Perhaps compared with the ones given to her by others, perhaps this one is the most likely to be picked up.

She finally had no choice but to say helplessly: "Your mother probably picked up this book, but it just happened to be given to someone with the same name as your mother. Otherwise, how could it be possible to give such a book with the knowledge of the owner of this book?" For an illiterate country woman."

Su Qingchun was aroused by Huang Xiaopei's illiterate country woman, and he suddenly said:

"What do you mean I don't know a few big characters? You can describe my dad with this sentence, but you can't describe my mother."

"Your mother knows a few more words than your father, not much difference."

"That's much worse. Whether it's knowledge or knowledge, my father and my mother are incomparable. Don't underestimate my mother. My mother may be no different from other old ladies in your eyes now, but she is young. It was actually easy to learn when we were young, but after our brothers were born, we had no time and no conditions for her to study. She was really different from ordinary rural women and children. I remember that when I was in junior high school, I recited " "Drunkard Pavilion" got stuck, and she was able to recite the next line for me."

"No way? Your mother can recite "The Drunkard Pavilion"?"

"I don't know if she can recite them all, but she must be very familiar with this article if she can fill in the last sentence when I randomly get stuck.

"It was only later that I learned that she basically knew most of the ancient poems in my junior high school, and had learned them all. From then on, I realized that she was much better than I imagined.

"When I was young, no one approved of reading. Only my mother insisted on letting me read. Without her, I would not even be able to graduate from elementary school. Either I couldn't read it, or I was not allowed to read it."

There was light in Su Qingchun's eyes when he talked about his mother.

(End of this chapter)