Stepmother

    Sister Duan waved her hand: "I don't care, I'm an old woman. Don't waste Erwa's book."

    "Grandma, you don't know, our second baby will be a designer in the future." Dawa said, "No matter what kind of clothes, the second baby has to be able to do it. You can be the second baby. Model."

    Song Zhaodi said with a smile: "No need. Only men's clothing, women's clothing, or children's clothing can also be made. It depends on what Erwa likes most."

    "I want to try it." Erwa looked at Song Zhaodi, a little embarrassed, "Can you? Mother."

    Song Zhaodi: "Then design a set for grandma, um, wear it to look very energetic and radiant." Pause, "Unfortunately, there are no other colors of cloth in the supply and marketing cooperative. , except blue and black, just gray and white."

    "It was there before, but it's gone over the years." Sister Duan said, "It's estimated that there will be in a few years."

    Song Zhaodi nodded, agreeing with her words: "I also think we have to wait a few more years. The great revolution has just ended, and everything is left to be done, so we have to wait until most people recover."

    "If Erwa can be admitted to university, according to my mother, it is almost when Erwa graduates from university." Gengsheng said while thinking, "At that time, cloth tickets should not be needed to buy cloth. You told Dad that you wanted to buy whatever you wanted a long time ago. In that case, Erwa can make a set of clothes a day, and we can afford it."

    Song Zhaodi nodded: "Erwa, if you don't go to college, after graduating from high school, you have to work in a garment factory. Do you want to go to college or be a worker?"

    "It's definitely going to college." Erwa said, "You told Dad that going to college will get you money. I don't want to be a worker."

    Song Zhaodi found that Mrs. Duan was curious and explained: "The military school and the normal school have subsidies. He thought that all schools have subsidies. Erwa, have you thought about which brother to go with?"

    "Anyway, I'm not with the big brother." Erwa blurted out without thinking.

    Dawa's face changed instantly: "Zhong Erwa! Don't be beaten?!"

    "The second baby is with me." He was even more happy, "The fashion designer from Imperial College is the only one in the country."

    Er ​​Wa nodded: "Okay!"

    "Then you have to work hard." Song Zhaodi said, "Didu University is very difficult."

    Sister Duan looked at Erwa: "Your children are all smart, it's difficult for others, but easy for them."

    "Don't say that." Song Zhaodi said, "There are people outside people, but there are heavens outside. Even you praise them so much, you don't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick."

    Sister Duan smiled and said, "I don't praise them. Your eldest child still doesn't know how high the sky is."

    "I really don't know." Parents and brothers will run on people one by one, Sister Duan said, it doesn't hurt or itches for the baby, "You said that, I still don't know ."

    Sister Duan was choked by him: "Look, I'm right."

    "Don't pay attention to him." Song Zhaodi said, "In the future, if you are fooled, he will know. There are some things that we can't teach as parents, so we can only teach society." He couldn't help yawning, "It's not good in summer. After eating, I want to sleep."

    Sister Duan is not usually sleepy, but she sits on the bell chair, leaning against the back of the chair, the big fan keeps spinning overhead, and occasionally the magnolia and peach trees are lush and leafy The cool breeze was also brought in. Seeing Song Zhaodi yawning, she couldn't help rubbing her eyes: "I don't think I can sit at your house anymore. I have to go outside for a walk, or I'll fall asleep in a while."

    "You guys, you really don't have a happy life." Dawa looked at Sister Duan, then at Song Zhaodi, pouted and shook her head, "You have the energy to keep busy all day. ."

    Song Zhaodi has been busy in her last life, and she was busy a few years earlier in this life, but in recent years she is not very busy, and she has a little life every day. Sister-in-law Duan's body is no longer tired, and Liu Ping is making trouble every now and then, and it can be said that it has never been easier.

    Now the two of them are leaning against the chair, blowing the cool wind, it is rare to relax. I can't sleep when I'm sleepy, but I have to go out to soak up the hot sun... Song Zhaodi was happy: "Auntie, if the eldest child said that to you, won't you beat him?"

    "The skin is rough and the flesh is thick, I'm afraid to slap my hands." Sister Duan nodded at him, "I'll tell your dad when your dad comes back."

    The big baby rolled his eyes and snorted: "You always tell my dad to beat me up. If I touch Sanwa, he will find my mother. I found that you all like to complain so much."

    "Are you touching me?" The pen slapped on the table, Sanwa's eyes widened, "You obviously hit me. You even threatened me not to sue me. I told mother, mother I've never beaten you for me, so I don't even want to find a mother, okay? If you beat me again, I'll find my father."

    The big baby slapped him on the back of the head: "Go find our father."

    "Mother!" Sanwa wanted to cry, "Have you seen it?"

    Song Zhaodi sighed: "Zhong Dawa, are you still young? Fifteen and a half years old, it will be easy to find a partner in three or five years, when will you be mature."

    "I'm mature outside." Dawa said, "It's like this at home."

    Gengsheng agreed: "It can be held outside, and everyone calls him the boss."

    "He doesn't hold it, and people call him the boss." Song Zhaodi glanced at Dawa and said helplessly, "Get you up the mountain, and you can become the beautiful monkey king."

    Zhong Dawa turned the pen in her hand and said leisurely: "That must be Huaguo Mountain."

    "In my opinion, there is no need for Huaguo Mountain." Sister Duan pointed to the northwest, "The mountain over there is enough."

     Gengsheng smiled and said: "Not bad, be the king of the mountain."

    "Is he a brother?!" Da Wa slapped him on the shoulder.

     Gengsheng gasped in pain, and suddenly wanted to curse: "Zhong Jianqiang! Really want me and Zhenxing to clean up you?!"

    "You can find Sanwa and rehabilitate." Zhen Xingdao, "Sanwa wants to beat the big baby in her dreams."

    Sanwa stood up and geared up: "Brother rebirth, when will it start?"

    Reborn looked him up and down and asked with a smile, "Sanwazi, have you thought about the consequences?"

    "I thought about it." Sanwa said, "I will cry if my eldest brother hits me again. I will cry until Dad comes back. I don't believe Dad won't hit him."

    Dawa looked at the wall subconsciously, the wall was bare, and the clock was upstairs: "Mother, what time is it?"

    "A little more than three o'clock." Song Zhaodi said.

    The big baby glanced at the sun outside: "On a day like this, Dad can't come back until seven o'clock. Sanwazi, you cry for four hours."

    "Mother, help." Sanwa hurriedly looked for Song Zhaodi.

    The big baby reached out and grabbed his clothes: "Run, why don't you run? Sanwazi, keep running."

    "Let him go." Song Zhaodi's head hurts, "If you keep talking, I'll be maddened by you guys."

    Sanwa slapped Dawa: "Stop making trouble. You are not sensible at this age, how old are you to be sensible?"

    "Dude, fight." Song Zhaodi said, "I cried, I don't blame you."

    Sanwa's scalp tightened and she shouted: "Mother!"

    "Sanwa!" Erwa trembled with fright and was very angry, "What's it called? Look, I'm drawing crooked."

    Sanwa hooked her head and looked at the paper, Mrs. Duan had a scar on her face. Sanwa couldn't help shrinking her head, and asked periodically, "Can I wipe it off for you?"

    "How do you wipe it?" Erwa asked loudly.

    Sanwa think about it: "Is my book for you?"

    "Not uncommon!" Erwa glared at him and then at Dawa, "Mother said that you are the Monkey King, do you really think of yourself as a monkey? Jumping up and down, the whole family can't make trouble without you."

    The big baby opened his mouth, and the words came to his mouth: "I don't care about you." He slapped Sanwa on the back of the head, "Get out!"

    Sanwa watched Erwa tear off and repaint, rub the back of her head, sit down and continue her homework.

    Sister Duan looked at Sanwa and then at Dawa, and couldn't help laughing: "Second baby, don't be angry, draw slowly, I'll sit at your house until it's dark."

    "It's too annoying." Erwa glanced at her brother and brother again, "I don't know if other people's homes are like this."

    Sister Duan think about it: "If someone else's family is like yours, and the children are all about the same size. Don't quarrel, just fight directly. A small fight for three days, a big fight for five days."

    "It's better to fight." Erwa said, "When the fight is over, whoever ignores the other."

    Song Zhaodi: "Okay, your brother and Sanwa are silent. Hurry up and paint, it will cool down later, go out and play for a while. Stay in the house all day long, and people will Stupid. Self-reliance, revitalization, hear?"

    Zhili was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses and wanted to laugh: "Mother, people who are elders always say, do your homework at home and don't go out. Why did you come to rush us? Get out."

    "That's because the mother thinks you are annoying." Dawa said.

    Song Zhaodi looked at him: "I found that you really want to be beaten today."

    "I didn't say anything." Dawa quickly picked up the pen, lowered her head, and pretended to do the question seriously.

    Sister Duan sat up straight and glanced at the table. Seeing that Erwa was painting very quickly, she couldn't help but ask, "Xiao Song, you also taught Erwa to paint?"

    "No." Song Zhaodi said, "Jianguo's uncle's friend taught me. When you ask this, I suddenly thought that I should take my second baby back to learn painting this summer. When I go to the imperial capital, I forget about it, and I don’t know if that person is still in the village.”

    Sister Duan: "Write a letter and ask."

    Song Zhaodi looked at Dawa.

    Dawa raised her hand: "I know, write it now."

    After four o'clock, the seven brothers rode to the post office to send letters, and then called friends to find a cool place to play.

    In early August, the Zhong family installed a telephone. Song Zhaodi also received a reply that Cai Yanping, the master of Chinese painting who taught Erwa, returned home. Liu Yang said in the letter that the other party left with Deng Peilin.

    Song Zhaodi sent a telegram to Deng Peilin, a string of phone numbers.

    August 12, Zhong's phone rang.

    Song Zhaodi guessed it might be Deng Peilin, so she didn't let the child pick it up. Picking up the phone and hearing the voice on the other end, it was indeed Deng Peilin. Deng Peilin told Song Zhaodi that Cai Yanping was in the same city as him, and if he wanted Erwa to learn painting with Cai Yanping, he could live in his house in the past.

    Deng Peilin was sent to Xiaosong Village, and everyone took good care of him at the beginning, because he was the uncle of Song Zhaodi's husband Zhong Jianguo. It was not a relative who had not been in contact with him for many years, and Song Zhaodi did not meet him, saying that she would go in two days and stay at his house for about ten days.

    Deng Peilin said with a smile, it’s okay to wait until school starts.

    Family food stamps, oil stamps and cloth labels are rich. On the 14th of August, Song Zhaodi set off with a ten-jin oil ticket, a ten-foot cloth ticket, a forty-jin food ticket, and a few changes of clothes.

    Self-reliance, revitalization and revitalization are sensible, and under normal circumstances, rehabilitated does not follow the big baby. With the four of them watching the big baby and the third baby, Song Zhaodi didn't worry about the family.

    The weather was hot, no accident, got off the train, Song Zhaodi and Erwa were sour.

    Song Zhaodi looked at Erwa, Erwa looked at Song Zhaodi, the mothers decided to find a guest house first, open two rooms to take a bath, and go to Deng's house decently. However, as soon as he left the station, Song Zhaodi saw the words Song Zhaodi written on a large piece of paper.

    Written in regular script. Erwa also saw it: "Mother, is someone coming to pick us up?"

    "Your uncle and grandfather have gone back, and his two children should be all right." Song Zhaodi looked at her name as she spoke. It was a middle-aged man with eyes and eyebrows similar to Zhong Jianguo's. It's a bit like, not as heroic as Zhong Jianguo, like a white-faced scholar, "It's your cousin who's here to pick us up. Don't call me cousin later, call me uncle, look close."

    The second baby nodded: "I know, mother." The words fell, and the mothers had walked to the front.

    The man was still looking around, and when he saw the person standing in front of him, he subconsciously said, "Comrade, please let me—wait a second, are you Song Zhaodi and Erwa?"

    Erwa: "It's us. Hello, uncle."

    The man looked at Song Zhaodi in white clothes and black trousers, and then looked at Song Zhaodi in white short sleeves and black shorts, with a student's head, like a foreign student's second baby, some couldn't believe it: "You guys are very good. quick."

    "I'm afraid my uncle will come to pick us up, so I'll be waiting here." Song Zhaodi laughed, "Go back now?"

    The man nodded again and again: "Go back, go back. Parents know that you will be here today, so go to the agricultural and sideline market early in the morning to buy vegetables. Uncle Cai's family was already at our house when I came."

    "It's all over?" Song Zhaodi was a little surprised.

    Man: "Yes. Thank you for taking care of you all these years. If it hadn't happened to meet you, my father and my mother would have suffered a lot." As he walked out, he said, "Dad is back Just tell us, in the few years they were in Xiaosong Village, apart from writing reviews, they didn't even do any heavy work. If it wasn't for seeing that they were similar to when they first went to the countryside, I wouldn't believe it."

    "We can't believe it either." Song Zhaodi said, "Jianguo just heard that my uncle is in Xiaosong Village, and thought I was joking with him."

    Man: "Yeah. My dad used to say that my cousin and his stepmother would no longer pay attention to us. Who would have thought that the eldest and second cousins ​​didn't even know that we moved there. where is it?"

    "His father died." Song Zhaodi told him about Father Zhong again, "It's also a bad thing."

    Man: "Listen to what my dad said, it deserves it. By the way, my home is not far from here, and it takes ten minutes to walk there."

    The second baby is only thirteen years old, and she has been in the car for two days. She has no energy and a small pace. It takes more than 20 minutes for the three of them to get home.

    Song Zhaodi found that the Deng family was right next to the foreign language school, in the city center. The Deng family's house also had a small courtyard, so she couldn't help asking: "This is your original home?"

    "Yes." The man pushed the door open, "Come in. Dad, Mom, Zhaodi and Erwa are here."