Suisui at Seventy

When Song Weizheng knocked on the door and went in, Song Rulan was mending clothes under a kerosene lamp.

"Mom," Song Weizheng stepped forward and held the kerosene lamp closer to her, "This light is too dark, so don't be busy at night. I can sew the clothes myself."

"It's okay, I'm just about the last one." After sewing the last one, she bit the thread and tied a knot, stretched the clothes and checked it again, and said, "Mom is idle at home all day, you don't let you do that. Don’t let me do it, I can’t sew a dress? I made all your clothes when you were a kid.”

Song Rulan handed him the clothes and said, "I don't know if my shoulders are worn out, and I will show off my shoulders if I wear them again."

Song Weizheng took the clothes, touched the stitches, and said, "Well, pay attention later."

"Going to help in the town today?" Song Rulan always thought he would go to help every time he went out.

"Yeah." Song Weizheng replied, his handsome eyebrows looked extremely quiet in the dim light.

"Tired? Mom feels better recently and can do something. I can't buy those medicines."

"It's not tired, it's lighter than going to the ground, you don't have to worry." Song Weizheng said, "You still have to continue taking the medicine. The doctor said that you hurt your body before, and you have to keep making up for it later."

"Hey..." Song Rulan sighed.

"Don't sigh, the doctor said it too, it hurts the body with worry." Song Weizheng added.

Song Rulan smiled and shook her head: "I know, you won't listen to what I say anyway, and I don't bother you. Just remember, take care of yourself first, you and Xiaoxuejian are healthy and safe, and I will When you are satisfied, your mood will be smooth."

"Yeah." Song Weizheng responded, and then said again, "I heard Xiaoxue say that you are worried about my wife's money."

"Otherwise? If I don't worry about you, will you worry about it?" Song Rulan began to babble at him, "You, you have a hard temper, and never like to think about these things. Thank God for having such a good girl look after you."

"So good girl?" Song Weizheng repeated, "Have you seen her?"

"That is! I have to wait for you to arrange, then I don't know when." Song Rulan mentioned this, and she was a little dissatisfied with him, "Look at how old people are, how well-behaved and sensible, they came to the house and took Xiaoxue out to play. What about you? You have to learn to be nice to others, understand? Boys have to take the initiative."

Song Weizheng didn't know about it, but Jiang Suisui went to the door when he didn't know it? And it looks pretty pleasing.

Song Weizheng remembered Jiang Suisui's sometimes silly, sometimes sly and clever look, and couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth. If she has always been like this, it is indeed easy to please the elders.

"So," Song Rulan continued, "We can't be wronged, we must prepare well for getting married. The wedding party is arranged by the man's family. Although our family is difficult, you have left it with your mom these years. Mom kept the money, and didn't move at all. Although it's not much, but..."

"Mom," Song Weizheng interrupted her, "That's the emergency money you keep at home. You save it yourself. I have money on hand now, so you don't have to worry about it. You will follow the standard and you won't be wronged."

Song Rulan smiled and nodded: "That's fine, don't worry about doing things. You should save money in the past few months. You should buy less mom's medicinal materials first, so you don't have to rush to make up every day."

"I know, I know it all in my heart." Song Weizheng knows it. He still remembers Jiang Suisui's words some time ago that he would clarify the relationship with him. Although it is not clear what she was thinking, depending on what she meant, maybe the marriage could not be achieved in the end.

"That's right," Song Rulan said, "Take the time to send something to Suisui's family, or help with some work. Suisui gave Xiaoxue an egg last time, so we can't take advantage of the woman's house. "

Is there anything else? Song Weizheng raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Okay, I know. It's late, you should rest early." Song Weizheng helped Song Rulan lie down, put out the kerosene lamp, and went out lightly.

·

Because of a leg injury, Jiang Suisui was asked by Grandma Jiang to rest at home for a few days.

The days at home are very boring, there is no entertainment in the country life, not even books.

Jiang Suisui has read all the textbooks of the original elementary school and junior high school, and finally came to a conclusion: small meaning.

But the college entrance examination should not only test language and mathematics, but also political history, geography and biochemistry, right? Do you not test English this year?

Jiang Suisui lay on the table to write and draw, and finally drew a circle on the political and historical ground.

In her previous life, she was more interested in liberal arts. Later, she dropped out of school and didn't take the college entrance examination. She really didn't have much confidence in Lizong.

But even in liberal arts, she hasn't reviewed the materials now... Jiang Suisui tilted his head in distress.

The elementary and junior high schools in Dayan Village are run by several villages. They are very backward. They only have two subjects: Chinese and arithmetic. If you want to review other subjects, you must have official textbooks of this era.

Jiang Suisui knocked his head with the pen, and suddenly had an idea! There should be a book seller in the town, and Chen Cuizhu had studied in the town. The schools in the town should be all government-run, which is really impossible. You can also ask Chen Cuizhu to borrow books.

Decided, go shopping for books in town next month!

The problem was solved, Jiang Suisui wrote the word "Taoshu" on the paper in a happy mood.

"Since I have nothing to do now, let's find a few pieces of clothes to be mended." Jiang Suisui thought about it, "Practicing his craftsmanship, what if I can get an order next time to make extra money? Hehe!"

"The pants seemed to be worn out when I fell last time, so I just took them out to make up!"

Just when Jiang Suisui slid his trousers through the needle, the door of the courtyard outside was knocked suddenly.

She doesn't have the habit of opening the courtyard door of the villagers. When she is alone at home, she still feels safe when she closes the courtyard door.

After hearing the knock on the door, Jiang Suisui quickly put down the work in his hand and trot to the door while shouting: "Come on!"

Pulling out the plug to open the door, she looked towards the door and was stunned.

"Song, Song Weizheng?"

It was Song Weizheng standing outside the door. He seemed to have just started his work. The cuffs of his short shirt were pushed up to his shoulders, revealing the complete line of arm muscles, and he appeared lean and strong.

Song Weizheng was still carrying a basket on his left. Seeing Jiang Suishui opened the door, he raised his hand and handed it to her: "The water chestnut seedlings just picked in the morning, Xiaoxue has picked off all the water chestnuts on it. Take it and eat it."

Jiang Suisui looked at the water chestnut in the basket with his head full of question marks, a little hesitant: "Why give it to me?"

"I heard that you gave Xiaoxue an egg last time." Song Weizheng explained.

"Ah, yes..." Jiang Suisui understood, "Is this a return?"

She still didn’t pick up the basket: "You don’t need to be so polite. I give Xiaoxue eggs because I like her a lot. I don’t mean anything else. These water chestnuts should be reserved for Xiaoxue. Children must eat more to grow up. high."

Song Weizheng said indifferently: "When you come and go, these water chestnuts are not worth anything, just grab them. If you don't like to eat them, you can keep them with your grandma."

Jiang Suisui was a little suffocated when she heard it, and she whispered: "I don't like eating..."

"Then put it away." After finishing speaking, Song Weizheng put the basket on the floor at the door, ready to leave.

"Hey wait!" Jiang Suisui called to him, "Um, thank you...this water chestnut, and the old medicinal liquor."

"The medicinal wine is almost done after I use it once. It works well. Don't leave, I'll take it out and return it to you."

Song Weizheng: "No, I don't think there is much left in that bottle. Keep it."

"Don't don't!" Jiang Suisui hurriedly said, "I don't usually use it, don't you use it often? Don't waste it."

Song Weizheng laughed inwardly and said, "Don't listen to Xiaoxue's nonsense, I haven't fight for a long time."

Young people, kind of wanting face.

Jiang Suisui thought in his heart, and he still had a fight on the face: "I didn't say you were fighting, don't you have to knock, touch, rub, etc. often? Injuries are inevitable."

"Wait for me, the medicinal wine seems to have been put away by grandma's help. I have to find it. Or else, come in and sit for a while and dry it outside."

Jiang Suisui thought that Song Weizheng had come to deliver the things specially, and she even let the family stand outside, which was really not good, so she enthusiastically welcomed him in.

Seeing her insistence, Song Weizheng thought of his mother's order to come to Jiang's house with a good attitude and foresight, so he didn't refuse.

Jiang Suisui took him to the main room and let him sit for a rest. He poured a glass of water, and then ran back to his room to find medicinal liquor.

Song Weizheng did not sit down. He saw a piece of clothing piled on the table with unremoved needles and threads on it. It was obvious that someone was sitting here sewing clothes just now.

Will Jiang Suisui still sew? Song Weizheng was a little strange. Although he didn't gossiping with the young people in the village, he also heard many villagers' talk about Jiang Susui. She was lazy and greedy. Besides eating and playing, what else? Neither.

As for himself, he should be fierce and evil, no one wants to take care of it.

Therefore, this conclusion has been circulating in the village that Song Weizheng will not be able to marry a daughter-in-law, and Jiang Suisui has no in-laws.

Thinking of this, Song Weizheng suddenly wanted to laugh inexplicably. In a sense, they seemed to be a good match, and they actually made a pair.

He shook his head again, thinking that his thoughts were also a bit funny.

He raised his hand to pick up the dress and took a look, and found that the stitches were quite neat and very fine, and it didn't look like the craft of stitching for the first time.

After taking a closer look, he found that the patch was actually stitched with a smiley face.

Quite interesting, Song Weizheng commented in his heart.

Then he looked down again and saw the book, paper and pen under the clothes.

Song Weizheng paused, looking at the books on the table slightly in a daze.

At this time, Jiang Suisui rushed out of the room and hurriedly said: "I'm sorry, I don't seem to be able to find it anymore. Maybe it's not in my room, so it should be put in the main room by my grandma. Wait a minute, I..."

"Huh?" She was a little excited when she saw Song Weizheng reading her textbook, "Are you also interested in you?"

Jiang Suisui remembered that the original description of Song Weizheng a few decades later was a business tycoon who had a poor family and had never read a book.

So, in Song Weizheng's heart, is he also eager to read?