Hot wife lives in the field

Yuan Yinzhen looked at the child standing in front of him, smiling and shaking his head, "don't worry, your mother is a generous person, no matter what road you choose to take in the future, although she doesn't say it, she still supports you in her heart."

Yuan's eyes flashed.

"Where are you going?"

"I want to go to Beiqi first and meet Yi'er. She's been away for such a long time. She's always worried."

"Go and have a look." After a pause, he added: "your mother always says that of the three children, the one who worries her most is your elder brother, but what worries her most is you. She always thinks that you are a little too calm to be a child

Yuansheng didn't say anything.

"Go out later and take care of yourself. And before you leave, meet your mother. "

Yuansheng nodded.

"Go ahead."

Yuansheng bowed to give a salute, then left the study and went to his parents' house.

Yuan Mingzhu is sitting in the room, sewing clothes and humming a tune.

When Yuansheng came to the door, he saw this scene and stopped. He didn't know how long he had been standing there, and finally he took that step.

"What is mother doing?"

Yuan Mingzhu raised her eyes and saw that it was yuan's birthday. She said with a smile, "isn't it spring? I'll make you a single

Yuan Mingzhu doesn't have the ability of Meiniang. Even in the past so many years, the needlework is still not good enough. She can only make clothes reluctantly, but the stitches are not very good-looking.

Every year, she makes clothes for yuan Yinzhen and her children. Although the technology is not so good, no matter yuan Yinzhen or a few children will never give up.

"You're just in time. You're just a few stitches away. You'll try later."

"Good." After Yuan's birthday, he didn't speak and sat waiting.

After a while, yuanmingzhu is ready.

Yuansheng took it and put it on.

Although the stitches are not good-looking, the clothes are very fit, and they are very comfortable fabrics.

Yuan Mingzhu looked and nodded with satisfaction.

"My son, wearing this dress, is sure to fascinate a group of little girls when he stops on the street." She said with pride.

"Mother's clothes are naturally good."

Yuan Sheng took off his new clothes, folded them and held them in his hand. He turned his head and looked at Yuan Mingzhu in the sewing box in his hand, looking a little dazed.

People will grow old.

Yuanmingzhu is no exception.

Even though she looked younger, there were fine lines in the corner of her eyes.

Yuansheng clenched his new clothes and said, "mother, I'm a little hungry. I want to eat your hand-made noodles."

Yuan Mingzhu turned her head and the yellow oil lamp reflected her beautiful face: "why do you want to eat noodles all of a sudden?"

Although she said so, she went out of the house with a smile and went to the pot house.

When Yuan Yinzhen came out of his study, he saw the light on the other side of the pot house, and his eyes flashed.

A bowl of hot noodles out of the pot, sprinkle with scallions, put on specially fried eggs.

Yuan Mingzhu said with special pride: "in those days, your father loved to eat the noodles I made. But at that time, life at home was not good, there was no poached eggs to eat. "

Yuan Shi took it with a smile: "the noodles made by my mother are excellent."

Yuan Mingzhu said with a proud smile: "hurry to eat. If you have a dough lump, it won't taste good."

"Well, mother, go to bed early."

"Well, when you're finished, just put the bowl on the stove."

Yuan Mingzhu said and went back to her room.

Yuansheng looks at her figure leaving. Her eyes flash. In a moment, she lowers her head to eat noodles.

There was a movement behind him. When Yuansheng looked back, he saw Bai cangming standing there with his baggage.

He stood up, put the bowl on the stove, picked up the new clothes and went to Bai cangming: "let's go."

For a long time, a figure appeared in front of the stove. Looking at the bowl over the stove, his eyes flashed.

A man appeared behind her.

"You guessed that?"

Yuan Mingzhu looked back with a wry smile: "what does he think of the child born in October, and how can he hide it from me?"

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