Little Sweet Wife in the Eighty-Old Courtyard

After finishing his mental preparation, Song Mingbo asked Asheng to go to the backyard and ask his grandma to go to her house for dinner.

And asked Sun Zhiqing if he wanted to go to dinner?

Sun Zhiqing: "I'm not going, I still need to review."

Song Mingbo: "That's okay, I'll bring it to you later."

He will take the college entrance examination next year, and high school is still a two-year program.

I feel like there is not much to learn.

Song Mingbo clapped his hands, yes, my uncle can give me extra lessons.

As a result, he became closer to Xia Xindong.

The Song family set up two tables in the evening.

Simply invite the branch secretary, Lao Suntou and accountant Li.

A garment factory will be established soon, and it is temporarily planned to be affiliated with a collective. In this case, the village must take care of it.

A table of men and a table of women.

Halfway through the meal, Chu Zizhou drove Song Ting back.

There are also big and small bags.

Seeing so many people at home, Song Ting really didn't expect that everyone would greet Song Ting affectionately.

He also called her a great singer.

Panicked, Song Ting hurriedly waved her hands: "I'm just an ordinary member of the art troupe, but I don't dare to be called that."

Mrs. Song over there glared at Old Sun: "What are you shouting for? You're just an employee at work. By chance, his singing is not off-key, so don't scream. If anyone finds out, my Tingting will be fired. Old Sun I’m not done with you anymore!”

Everyone laughed.

After that, he introduced Song Ting and Xia Xindong. They were both relatives in the family.

After Song Ting heard what Chu Zizhou said and said hello with a smile, Chu Zizhou sat next to Xia Xindong, and Xia Xindong poured him a drink.

Chu Zizhou glanced at Xia Xindong.

The mood is very complicated.

Gu Huaian was already a monster, but he wasn't that bad. He absorbed knowledge too fast.

Reading the newspaper is really just a quick glance.

Chu Zizhou held the cup in both hands and nodded to thank Xia Xindong.

On Song Ting's side, there were women and children who didn't drink.

After eating, we got off the table.

Mrs. Song didn't see Xia Xindong often, and today was the closest.

He is handsome and gentle as jade.

It's a pity for him.

If he hadn't been sold to Xiangjiang, he might have become a high official. Some people's temperament is innate.

Sitting there and looking calm.

Mrs. Song's mind was extremely active. If Xia Xindong were younger, she might not be a good match for Tingting.

Not to mention anything else, Zhu Feng is such a good person.

If you treat her as your daughter-in-law, you will have no problems with mother-in-law and daughter-in-law for the rest of your life.

She is also a mother-in-law, which is far worse than Zhu Feng.

And Guo Xia is a good person.

Looking at the beautiful girl, it would only take the blink of an eye to fall out.

In fact, according to her, it's a good match.

No mess.

Ahhhhh, Mrs. Song feels that she is simply crazy. Day by day, she really dares to think about anything.

But then again, there are many such things in rural areas. Ye Juan in the village married Zhao Zhiguo, and then her cousin married Zhao Zhiguo's cousin.

The two families get along really well. The land of the two families happened to be next to each other, so they both worked together and took care of each other. They also knitted summer hats together in their spare time.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Song heard Chu Zizhou say: "The money for the straw hat has arrived. I will take it out tomorrow and divide it among each family. The price will still be the same as before."

Mrs. Song pursed her lips and listened.

It's great, I have money coming in again.

Zhu Feng, who was standing next to her, breathed a sigh of relief.

Her son had been locked up since he was a child. He had never seen a normal person, didn't know the world, and didn't know human relationships. She had always been worried that he wouldn't be able to deal with people.

But in fact, she was worrying too much.

My son is doing very well.

Although he doesn't like to talk, he has no lack of courtesy at all.

She quietly wiped away her tears.

Over there, Song Yunuan gave each of them a bottle of ice cream: "This can be used to wipe your face or hands. Feel free to use it, but don't be reluctant to part with it. I will buy it for you when you run out of use."

This cream comes in a large bottle and feels heavy in your hand. Zhu Feng declined: "Xiao Nuan, grandma still has it, so there's no need to give it to me."

Old Mrs. Song rolled her eyes and stuffed the cream into Zhu Feng's hand: "Take it if it's given to you. If you don't want this, you're worried that I'll be angry. Am I, Mrs. Song, that stingy? We used to just hang out together." It's good, now we live in the same village, we are even closer, Xiaonuan is my granddaughter, and also your granddaughter, the child's filial piety must be continued, otherwise wouldn't Xiaonuan's thoughts be in vain? "

Song Yunuan hugged Mrs. Song and put her chin on her shoulder: "My grandma said that very well. Grandma, you are welcome."

Mrs. Song is actually a bit sour. From now on, Xiao Nuan will have to take Zhu Feng with her whenever she buys?
But you can’t choose this reason.

Who told Xiao Nuan to grow up in someone else’s home?
Now in Xiao Nuan's heart, three months ago, she, Zhu Feng and Mrs. Song were still strangers.

We can get along so well now, thanks to our blood relationship.

Therefore, her feelings towards her grandma and grandma are the same.

Mrs. Song suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

No, she has to be nice to Xiao Nuan, and she must be better than Mrs. Zhu.

Mrs. Song became excited when she thought about it.

Xiao Nuan is going to the county town tomorrow and has to get up early. Zhu Feng doesn't know, so she has to prepare food for Xiao Nuan to eat tomorrow morning.

Mrs. Song was quietly thinking about something delicious to cook tomorrow morning.

At this time, Song Yunuan calmly checked her uncle's condition, feeling surprised in her heart.

Even though my brother-in-law has a strong learning ability, he shouldn't be able to do it so easily.

Then I wondered if I was overthinking it.

No matter how you say it, my uncle is already an adult. Even if he grew up in a special environment, he should not behave inappropriately.

He is a normal person who can quickly integrate into the surrounding environment.

But even so, Song Yunuan followed them back to the educated youth spot after eating.

He took little Asheng and said it was for digestive food.

Little Asheng sighed: "Once upon a time, grandma let me sleep in order to prevent me from getting hungry quickly. She also said that children can grow taller if they sleep more. But now it's better. I finally have enough food and I have to digest it. This time Where can I reason?"

Everyone laughed.

Chu Zizhou particularly liked Asheng and hugged him: "That's right. It's hard to gain some fat. But what my sister said makes sense. If you take a walk after dinner, you can live to be ninety-nine."

Little Asheng: "I want to live longer. Ah, when I am ninety-nine years old, that will be 2079."

Little Asheng looked forward to it: "What will it be like then?"

Song Mingbo: "It must be electric lights and telephones upstairs and downstairs. The four modernizations have been realized a long time ago."

Song Yunuan went to see her uncle.

It was already past eight o'clock in the evening, and the night had just fallen. The moonlight poured down gently and fell on my uncle's face, making his expression even softer.

There was a gentle smile on his lips.

But his hands were clenched tightly and seemed to be trembling slightly.

Is this trying to be patient?
What is my uncle putting up with?
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