Rebirth in 60's:I have a carry-on space

The eyebrow is still that eyebrow, but the tenderness and shyness revealed in the eyes make Yang Er Mao unable to move his eyes completely.

When he looked at himself, he was already black. He had been working for more than a year, which made his rough self look even worse than He Xin.

Yang Er Mao couldn't help sighing.

"What? What's the trouble? " He Xin asked him anxiously.

"No..." Yang Er Mao's voice was a little stuffy, "I feel I can't match you. I'm so black, you're so white."

In fact, it's not just about skin color, but at the moment, Yang Er Mao only said this.

"Why not? I think it's just right! What does a big man do for nothing? I just like your black look and feel safe He Xin said with a straight face.

Originally, Yang Er Mao, who had some pimples at the bottom of his heart, now he has nothing in his heart.

People who are tired seem to have more strength.

"Xiaoxin..."

"Yang Xiangmin, I don't want you to look down on yourself or feel that we are incompatible. We agreed that we should always be together. At the bottom of your heart, you can only think that we are all very well, and that life will be better after we are together

Yang Xiangmin Mou bottom more a light, stretched out his hand, he held He Xin's wrist, "I know! We... "

"Son, Xiaoxin, have dinner!"

Yang Xiangmin, who was supposed to confess with He Xin, was interrupted by Zhou Qiao who suddenly came out.

Originally close to the two people, also quickly separated, face dyed with a layer of red.

Yang Er Mao's eyes flashed unnaturally, "Mom, your meal is ready so fast!"

He Xin's face is red, "I help to set up the meal!"

Zhou Qiao: it seems that she came at a bad time.

But forget it, the time for love and love is too much. To eat first is the first task.

Although the time is short, Zhou Qiao with a pair of skillful hands, also prepared a table of good meals.

Yang Dajun and a pork seller from the supply and marketing agency are good brothers. So he can take one of the elbows in two months, when someone is in line.

There is sour cabbage egg soup that Yang Er Mao likes to eat.

He Xin couldn't eat spicy food, so she made steamed bass.

With a cucumber, a steamed eggplant, a good lunch.

On the table, Yang Er Mao ate two bowls of white rice at one go, but he didn't move much. He mainly drank pickled cabbage soup.

Zhou Qiao gave him a piece of stewed soft rotten elbow, "eat more meat, the outside certainly can't eat such a good elbow."

Yang Er Mao narrowed his eyes, "really can't eat! After all, not everyone can make this level of food. "

Zhou Qiaoxiao's eyes narrowed into a line, "such a big man, you know how to be garrulous!"

"Xiaoxin, you too. Eat more meat, more fish, and just a few vegetables!"

His daughter-in-law, Zhou Qiao of course hopes to raise her fat.

She will eat as much as she can.

He Xin: "thank you, aunt!"

Zhou Qiao: "don't be polite. How can you be polite to your family?"

"Yes In response, He Xin buried himself in the meal.

"By the way, mom, hasn't sister Jinfeng come here yet?" Yang Er Mao asked.

"No! But she should be quick. Maybe it's these two days. " Zhou Qiaodao.

Li Jinfeng didn't send a telegram or make a phone call when she got on the train, so they couldn't know the exact time.

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