Song Yiyi suddenly didn't want to go back.

She shouted to the front: "Mom, go somewhere with me."

Then Song Minghui watched helplessly as his wife was pulled away by his daughter, the distance between them getting farther and farther.

"Nonsense, where are you going again?"

Song Minghui's angry voice sounded behind him.

Song Yiyi waved her hand without even turning her head, "Dad, you go back with big brother first. Mom and I will be home later."

Gu Cheng did not stop her.

He stood there, his gaze fixed on the excited figure in front of him, his eyes dim and unclear.

After a moment, Gu Chengze withdrew his gaze and walked to Song Minghui.

"Dad, let's go back first."

Song Minghui hesitated to speak.

Gu Cheng said, "Don't worry, Yiyi knows her limits."

The two returned to the compound, and Gu Cheng took Song Minghui to eat in the family canteen.

Song Minghui took a nap after lunch.

Gu Cheng took out the fabric he bought at the department store, sewed the pull rings on them one by one, and then replaced the curtains in Song Yiyi's room.

Then I washed the two sheets I bought for her.

Song Yiyi and Cai Mengjun didn't return home until the sun set.

At that time, Gu Chengze and Song Minghui were each reading a book.

Hearing the noise, they both looked up at the same time and were stunned.

Cai Mengjun covered her hair with her hands in embarrassment, "Old Song, isn't it ugly?"

Song Minghui opened his mouth wide and his eyes stopped moving.

Song Yiyi put her arm around Cai Mengjun's shoulders and winked at the petrified couple. "How are we? Aren't mom and I really beautiful? Do we look like the stars in the magazines?"

Is this what the generation is called?

Song Yiyi didn't think about it too much.

Song Minghui dropped the book in his hand to the ground and stood up from the stool.

Song Yiyi looked at her mother Cai Mengjun with a smile, and said teasingly, "Mom, I told you to watch, Dad would be amazed, and you didn't believe me. Look, look, his eyes are wide open."

The two of them spent the entire afternoon getting their hair done at the salon.

At first, Cai Mengjun was reluctant, but after Song Yiyi's coquettish and sweet talk, Cai Mengjun reluctantly compromised.

The private barber shop that Song Yiyi found.

Now there are basically few tricks. She just tells the boss: "Give my mom small curls, I want big curls!"

Cai Mengjun has a gentle appearance and doesn't look old even though she is nearly fifty years old.

With long hair and small curls, she looks like a Hong Kong or Taiwan star.

Song Minghui circled around Cai Mengjun several times, his eyes fixed on her.

"Look, really look."

Cai Mengjun smiled shyly and gently, and her face turned red when she was praised.

Song Yiyi tactfully jumped under the eaves, leaving the space for the couple.

She turned to look at Gu Chengze, smiling brightly, "Brother, is there anything to eat at home? I'm hungry. I only ate one candy cake in the whole afternoon."

Gu Cheng stared at Song Yiyi blankly.

In this era, most women wear their hair in pigtails, and few wear their hair down.

There is no such thing as Song Yiyi, who just walks around with long curly hair and a bright little face.

The setting sun shone on her, giving her a halo of beauty that seemed unreal.

Song Yiyi fiddled with her black hair that looked like a waterfall, and waved her hand in front of Gu Chengze.

"Brother? Gu Chengze? Are you stupid?"

Gu Chengze finally came back to his senses as she called him again and again, "Huh? What did you just say?"

Song Yiyi looked at Gu Chengze with a smile, "Brother, do you want me to see it?"

She spoke slowly, deliberately using the sweetest and softest tone.

Before she came here, Song Yiyi often joked like this with people, regardless of gender.

She's used to it.

Her friends can take a joke, too.

But she forgot that she is now in her eighties.

The person standing in front of her was Gu Chengze, a thirty-year-old who had never had a girlfriend. He was a soldier who grew up in a completely different environment from hers.