The couple made a living in the 1950s

In the living room of the Bai family, Bai Ye suppressed his emotions.

He leaned back on the sofa, with a gloomy face and didn't speak.

The overwhelming sense of oppression around him hit him head-on.

Sanbao sat a little further away from her father, holding a tea set.

She seemed to be brewing the rain-previous Longjing tea she had just asked from her mother.

It was still Lin Yu, who saw that Jiang Mingbo, who was sitting on the other side of the sofa, was really uneasy.

Then she turned her head slightly and put her hand on Bai Ye's arm.

She smiled at Jiang Mingbo again, "How long can Mingbo stay at home this time?"

Jiang Mingbo's original nervous mood was slightly relaxed when he heard the question.

He took a look calmly and poured tea for everyone.

He just sat there, sipping the tea in small sips.

Sanbao, who didn't even look at him, had a trace of helplessness in his eyes.

He turned his head slightly, met Lin Hanyu's gaze and raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

"Aunt Hanyu, I'll leave on the tenth."

"Well, it's not easy for you to come here this time."

Lin Hanyu stretched out her hand and picked up the magnolia cup on the coffee table.

She slightly raised her head to look at Jiang Mingbo, then lowered her head to taste the pre-rain Longjing in the cup.

When Jiang Mingbo heard Lin Hanyu say this, his hands, which were originally placed flat on his knees.

He couldn't help but gently grasp his knees, and then quickly let go.

At that moment, Bai Ye quickly caught the uneasiness and tension in his eyes.

Sighing slightly in his heart, he slightly tilted his head to look at the little girl sitting on the sofa on the other side.

She seemed to be indifferent, but in fact she was always paying attention to her every word and action.

Relief passed through his heart.

He suddenly felt that it was boring for him to deliberately make things difficult for a person his little girl liked.

The children have grown up, and the three treasures will eventually live the life they want.

He and Hanhan have always lived a life that belongs to the two of them.

Bai Ye leaned forward slightly and restrained his momentum.

The living room seemed to have warmed up in an instant.

Erbao, who was peeling eggs at the round table, and Dabao, who was supposed to be sleeping on the kang.

Now he was sitting with his brother, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

They were both in their twenties and didn't want to see their sister crying every day.

Bai Ye reached out and picked up the magnolia cup on the coffee table, lowered his head and took a sip of the tea in it.

The whole person leaned lazily on the sofa.

"If you want to get engaged, go home and ask your dad to come to your house."

Jiang Mingbo's originally tense body relaxed in an instant.

He bravely met Bai Ye's cold eyes, and the joy in his eyes was bottomless.

Bai Ye was shocked.

"Uncle Bai, when do you think my dad will come to visit?"

"Come over one day after the New Year, and tell Sanbao in advance."

Bai Ye lowered his head to hide his inner emotions and stopped talking.

After Jiang Mingbo left, Lin Yu looked at the New Year gifts he brought and nodded gently.

No one in the family smoked, so he didn't follow the trend and gave cigarettes.

Dabao sat next to his mother.

He didn't touch the two bottles of Moutai, two cans of malted milk and apples that Jiang Mingbo brought.

Instead, he reached out and opened the box next to him, revealing the Tiger Head brand flashlight inside.

Bai Ye sat aside and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Although the flashlight ticket is not as rare as the four major items, it is not easy to get.

Erbao's hospital is equipped with flashlights for doctors who work night shifts.

Most home lighting is still convenient with kerosene lamps.

The children didn't need to buy flashlights, so he and Hanhan didn't care whether they had one at home.

Having it this time was icing on the cake.

At this time, in the living room of the Jiang family.

The family was sitting together, discussing the engagement at the Bai family after the New Year.

Aunt Jiang took advantage of Lin Ai going to the kitchen to make tea.

She leaned close to Jiang Jiadong's ear and whispered.

"Nowadays, it is advocated to get engaged and then get married in a revolutionary wedding."

"It can't be compared with the importance of three matchmakers and six betrothals in the past."

"Mingbo is getting married, how much do you want to give to the Bai family?"

Jiang Jiadong heard this and turned his head to look at his mother seriously.

He didn't know how much money the family had saved in these years.

How much do you want to give to the eldest daughter-in-law, is it something he can decide?

Aunt Jiang met her son's puzzled eyes, and she also reacted and sat up with a smile.

Jiang Mingbo sat aside, watching the little movements between grandma and dad with a smile in his eyes.

After a while, Lin Ai sat back on the sofa.

Jiang Jiadong turned his head slightly and looked at his mother.

He smiled and said, "Our betrothal gift is three thousand more than Qingshu's dowry. What do you think?"

Aunt Jiang glanced at her daughter-in-law's unhappy face, looked at her son and nodded.

She was calculating the family's money in her heart.

The little grandson still had a few years before he neededI have to consider getting married.

When the eldest grandson gets married, I can save up some money for the youngest grandson's wedding.

Jiang Mingbo looked at his mother and felt relieved that she did not question his father's decision.

He reached out and patted his younger brother who was sitting next to him, which brought out his bright smile.

It was already the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month.

At this moment, Dabao was sitting at the round table in the living room, writing the family's Spring Festival couplets carefully.

He looked up at his neatly dressed sister.

His sister walked down the stairs happily, with a hint of pampering in her eyes.

Sanbao stepped over the last flight of stairs and met her eldest brother's eyes as soon as she looked up.

She walked to the round table, sat next to her eldest brother and watched him continue to write Spring Festival couplets.

The three siblings started calligraphy enlightenment at the age of four.

Gradually mastered the basic knowledge of Chinese characters, correct calligraphy skills and methods.

At that time, their parents would not let them write.

They said that their bones were too soft and had not grown well.

Until the age of six, the siblings had endless big characters to write every day.

Their parents were very strict in disciplining them in this regard.

She still remembers her father's serious face when she was in junior high school and cried because she was dissatisfied with the heavy homework and refused to practice calligraphy.

That was the first and only time her father got angry with her.

Since then, she never dared to be clever and not work hard again.

Her brothers initially learned both regular script and running script, but she had to learn one more hairpin-flowered small regular script than her two brothers.

Later, she didn't remember when it started.

The eldest brother liked to write regular script more and more, and the younger brother liked to write running script more and more.

She was the best at writing hairpin-flowered small regular script.

At that time, her parents just laughed gently and never asked them to write other fonts well.

Now, whenever she thinks of her own handwriting, which is as beautiful as her mother's, she is very proud.

Over the years, she wanted to thank him more than once for not being soft-hearted when she was rubbing her red hands and crying with her father.

Dabao put down his pen, turned his head and looked at his sister who was sitting beside him in a daze, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

With a smile in his eyes, he said, "If you don't go out, Mingbo will be anxious."

Sanbao heard his eldest brother talking and looked into his eyes blankly.

His eyes gradually became clear.