Dressed up as a Real Mom

For those who serve as soldiers in the army, because they can't go home all the year round, and the longing for them accumulates, the letters sent from home often become the only consolation.

Every time someone receives a letter, they become the envy of others. In the past, Lin Yuefei was the one who walked with wind.

He got married early this year, in his early thirties this year, his eldest son is already twelve years old, he has studied in elementary school for several years, and he knows a lot of characters and can ghostwrite his mother. Lin Yuefei and his wife have a good relationship. They are young couples and support each other. For more than ten years, if it were not for the elderly in the family to take care of, his family members would have joined the army a long time ago.

For these reasons, basically, Lin Yuefei's letter from his home is one letter a month. For this reason, he often wailed in front of others, boasting every day how much his daughter-in-law missed him and couldn't do without him.

But recently, he felt that his superiority was threatened.

The problem lies with Old Wei.

In the past, Old Wei only had a letter two or three months old. Like everyone else in the army, it was not prominent at all and had no sense of existence. But after returning home this year, I don’t know what’s wrong. I started writing letters within two days of returning to the army, and then received letters, then wrote letters, and received letters again. The frequency was as high as Lin on the throne. Yue Fei.

When it was even more dangerous, Old Wei now not only receives letters, he also receives packages.

Lin Yuefei was holding the mail that he had just received from Mengang in his hand. The flat and thin letter on his left hand was his, and the bulging package on his right hand was Wei Jianwei.

Comparing the two sides, the gap is obvious.

He felt for the first time that he had experienced the sorrowful mood when other comrades in arms watched him receive letters.

When Wei Jianwei was unpacking, Lin Yuefei was in his office, dauntingly not leaving.

"Old Wei, what did the younger brother and sister send you? Such a big bag, I hold it quite weighty."

Wei Jianwei did not answer. Although it was not the two letters expected, the package was enough to make up for the regret. He unhurriedly opened it, and he was obviously happy.

The first thing that caught the eye was a greased paper bag with a letter underneath. He put the paper bag aside, opened the letter, and a photo slid out along with the letter paper.

Unexpectedly, there would be a photo, Wei Jianwei paused before picking it up.

It was a group photo of the mother and son. The child had to stand on the bench because of his short head, held his mother with one hand, and smiled blindly at the camera. He Xiaoyun stood behind him and also looked at the camera, with curled eyebrows and a small smile on her mouth.

"Let me take a look!" Lin Yuefei suddenly took the photo away.

"Yeah, aren't these younger siblings and eldest nephews? It's strange to take pictures of your family members."

In fact, in Lin Yuefei's opinion, it is not enough to describe it as good-looking. Old Wei's daughter-in-law is simply more beautiful than the lesbians of the art troupe who came to perform before. However, in order to avoid the upper body of the old Wei jealous, he swallowed all the compliments. Back in the stomach.

He took the photo and walked out, "I will show it to Lao Wang."

How could Wei Jianwei get him to do what he wanted, a few steps to catch up, catch Lin Yuefei at the door, and **** the photo back.

"Hey, let go, let go!" Lin Yuefei called out in pain, "As for, looking at your photo, I almost broke my hand."

"Help you improve your memory." Wei Jianwei said, these people want to see the photos of his family members for a day or two. They really took them and circulated them. The ghost knew when they could return it to him.

He took a few more glances, put the photo back in the drawer where he usually kept the files, and locked it, then untied the oil paper bag and read the letter while eating dried peaches.

Lin Yuefei was jealous. He walked over and smoothed the dried peach, chewed it in his mouth. It tasted sweet and sour, and the taste was not bad, so he took another one.

When he got the third root, his hand was slapped away, and Wei Jianwei said coldly: "If you want to eat, ask your family to make it yourself."

The peaches themselves have a lot of moisture. The ten or twenty catties of peaches picked by He Xiaoyun, peeled and pitted, and dried, there is not much left. He left half of it for Wei Yuanhang, and there is not much left in Wei Jianwei's hands. Don't look at it. Seeing a big bag, I really can't help it.

"You stingy!" Lin Yuefei stared and wanted to grab it, but after weighing his strength, there was really no chance of winning. The hand that had just been twisted behind him was still aching, so he had to give up.

But he was greedy, thinking about it, and when he wrote back to his family, he said that he wanted to eat dried peaches.

Of course, his daughter-in-law read aloud later, saying that he thought it was all about it. This season, it’s not worth mentioning the thing about eating peaches.

Not only Wei Jianwei’s peach shooter, but Wei Yuanhang’s is the same. No one else in the family would rob him. However, Wei Jianhua recently had a summer vacation. In terms of greediness, he and his nephew are on the same level.

"Grandma, my uncle grabbed my peaches!" These days, there are frequent complaints at home.

Wang Chunhuaxun’s youngest son: "How old are you, how embarrassed!"

Wei Jianhua was aggrieved, "The second brother is much older than me, and he also eats something."

"Your second brother was made for him by your second sister-in-law. If you have the ability, you can also find a wife to come back and let her do it for you." Wang Chunhua said.

Think about it carefully, Wei Jianhua is nineteen years old this year, and it's not early to get married at this age in the countryside.

Wei Jianhua blocked his mother with nothing to say, turned his head, and coaxed his little nephew.

He Xiaoyun also reasoned with the child: "You still have so many, can't you give some to the younger uncle? He often plays with you."

Wei Yuanhang was holding a tin biscuit box with dried peaches inside. "I already gave my uncle one. He needs a lot more, so I don't have one!"

This petty kid, I am embarrassed to say that only one is given. He Xiaoyun regrets it. If he had known that it was divided into three parts, there would not be the current one. Unfortunately, I didn't think much about it at that time. With Dad, Dad’s share has been taken away, and the rest is his alone, and no one can grab it.

Like the dragon guarding the gold coin, he was holding a biscuit box, and every time Wei Jianhua came to coax him, he would give him one. If the other party took more while he didn't pay attention, he immediately called grandma out loud.

With these two live treasures, the house is not lonely at all.

In the military camp more than a thousand kilometers away from Qingshuihe, one morning, Wei Jianwei found that his peaches were scarce. Although they were not much, he could feel it when he picked them up with his hands.

People who can come in and out of his office at will, know that he has something to eat, and still covetous, don't think about anything except Lin Yuefei.

He asked him to settle the account.

So, that morning, all those who were idle in the camp gathered to watch the excitement.

A battalion commander was unknown, so he grabbed a soldier and asked, "What are you doing here?"

The little soldier saluted, and said excitedly: "Report, the second battalion commander and the third battalion commander are going to learn from each other. It's on the training ground!"

"Lao Lin and Lao Wei?" A battalion commander glared, "Lao Lin is crazy? What kind of food is he okay to give Lao Wei?"

"This..." The soldier scratched his head, "Report! I heard that the family of the third battalion commander sent him food and was stolen by the second battalion commander!"

Old Wei's family...

A battalion commander touched his chin and sent him food?

He sent the soldier away, "Go ahead, I'll go to the third battalion commander's office, please keep quiet."

Seeing what's so good about Lao Lin being beaten up, it's better to go to Lao Wei's place to order some food, anyway, someone is back.

"...Huh?" The soldier was stunned, unable to react.