Chapter 511 No wonder he looks so kind

The two of them had already talked on live TV and decided to follow Xiao Jun's example and invest all their bonuses into Tomorrow Culture Company. It just so happened that these few hundred yuan could be invested together.

Shan Weiyuan felt embarrassed and glanced at the little girl shyly.

It's no wonder that Wen Jingqiu was originally pretty. After two months of recuperation at the Shan family, her face gained some flesh, and her frostbite disappeared. Her fair and beautiful face became even more prominent, like the snow on wintersweets in spring, with a sweet fragrance.

I really want to bite her cheek.

Shan Weiyuan is not very old, only eight years old, but the adults in the countryside don't mind what they say and love to talk about the future with their children.

Especially when he was angry with his mother, she would dislike him in various ways and only asked him not to grow up crooked and find her a filial, well-behaved and beautiful wife, while he could go wherever he wanted.

He kept this in mind. He was originally not very smart. Boys like to play with boys, and the girls in the village are even wilder than boys.

But Wen Jingqiu is different. She is beautiful and has a sympathetic side. Besides, he is getting to know her more and more, so doesn’t he keep her in mind?

The two of them had a private conversation, mostly Shan Weiyuan giving her detailed instructions and saying that he would help her find a place to perform during the winter and summer vacations.

Wen Jingqiu was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "It just so happens that my father, mother, grandfather, grandmother, uncle, aunt, fourth aunt, uncle, and aunts have invited me to go out and play during the holidays.

Then let daddy take you there and pick me up later!"

Shan Weiyuan beat his chest and stamped his feet after hearing this. Why didn't he inform her earlier?

Their plans were completely disrupted?!

Otherwise, he would wait for her at home during the winter and summer vacations, but he had made an appointment with that group of younger brothers, and it is not a manly thing to go back on his word.

For the first time, Shan Weiyuan pulled his hair in agony.

But he did not forget to make an appointment with her to write her at least once a week.

Wen Jingqiu smiled and nodded. After staying in the Shan family for two months, she felt that she was too stupid to be so hard on herself in the past. She let go of most of the knots in her heart, and she felt much clearer.

In Shedong Village, Shandong Province, Zhong Kangle, who was thinner than his peers, cried himself to sleep in his mother Di's arms. When he opened his eyes, he could smell the rich aroma of porridge, the chickens and ducks in the kitchen were calling noisily, and there was the crackling sound of firewood in the stove.

He stared at the wooden beam above his head, feeling a little dazed, as if he had returned to four years ago when he had not yet followed his mother and left his father.

Zhong Kangle pursed his lips tightly, and his eyes were a little moist.

"Are you up?" Di's mother came into the room wiping her hands, and seeing him, she smiled and said, "I've warmed up some water on the stove, you can scald your hands, face, neck, and then your feet, and then apply the ointment.

I bought this for Liangzi at the clinic a while ago. It’s quite effective. It can eliminate most of the inflammation in ten days.”

Zhong Kangle felt particularly embarrassed because he had cried in her arms like a child last night. He nodded obediently, got dressed, and went to the kitchen to wash up.

The Di family’s house is very big and is a neat brick and tile house. More importantly, it is one of the few families in the village who use bricks to enclose a wide courtyard.

Although Di's mother was a bit tough, she was actually pretty. At 31, she had only very shallow fine lines on her face, and her dimples were particularly charming when she smiled.

Even winter clothes couldn't hide her slender and voluptuous figure. No wonder Father Di was so devoted to her.

It’s a pity that good people don’t live long. After accumulating such a huge fortune, Di’s father did not return home in glory, but stayed on the battlefield forever, looking at this small world from a long distance, with perseverance.

In order to avoid all kinds of troubles, after Di's father died, Di's mother directly chose a one-time compensation. The two elderly people in the Di family received one third, and Di's mother and Di Guoliang received two thirds.

From then on, the mother and son and the people in the Di family’s old house were just ordinary relatives.

However, the people in the Di family's old house still had old-fashioned ideas. They felt that Di's mother was an outsider and had no right to get the money, let alone live in such a spacious, beautiful and solid brick house.

According to their idea, they would drive Di's mother back to her parents' home, and the two old people of the Di family would move in with them, the descendants of the Di family. As for Di Guoliang.

They had a very good idea and decided to let him join the army directly. After all, he was tall and strong, and had the relationship with Di's father, so the organization would definitely accept him.

Then they can continue to enjoy his allowance!

It was a good idea, but Di's mother specifically asked her husband's comrades who had been demobilized and transferred to local areas, and learned about the provisions of the Marriage Law regarding marital property.

He directly used the law as a weapon to defend his rights.

The people in the Di family's old house were severely criticized by their colleagues in the police station, and they were also used as negative examples of ignorance and spread everywhere.

Everyone knew that Di's mother was the legitimate heir to the house, and even if she remarried in the future, she would still own more than half of the house.

As for the one-sixth of the house that belonged to the two elderly people of the Di family, Di's mother paid the money and solved it all at once in the presence of the village chief and comrades from the police station.

The mother and son of the Di family lived their own life behind closed doors. With the help of their brother and sister-in-law next door, the money they had saved before, the pension from Di's father, and the careful budgeting of Di's mother, they were quite prosperous.

It can be seen from Di Guoliang's unusually strong body at the age of thirteen.

Otherwise, the people in the old house would not have been obsessed with it.

In the morning, Di's mother made fried pancakes, and each person had a boiled egg, a piece of bacon, and a shallot. They drank thick and fragrant corn paste, and had a small dish of pickled cucumbers and a small dish of sweet and sour garlic.

"I don't know what you southerners like to eat, so I just made something casually," Di's mother said with a smile. She peeled the eggs, crushed them, and put them in the pancake together with the meat and shallots. She then spread a layer of sweet pepper sauce on it, took a bite, and squinted her eyes in satisfaction.

"Home-cooked food is still the best. Why don't you try my cooking?"

Seeing that Mother Di was also eating eggs, Zhong Kangle nodded and followed her example, rolling up the pancake and taking a big bite. The pancake was fragrant and the filling inside was salty and delicious. He puffed up his cheeks and nodded.

"Mom," he said in a slightly hoarse voice, "I'm used to it. Actually, my mom was an educated youth sent to the countryside to work in the next-door Xiaoshi Village."

Mother Di was stunned. "That's really close. There are only so many educated youth in this area. Tell me her name. Maybe I still remember her.

Hey, that’s not right. I was wondering why you two, mother and son, looked so familiar. It turns out I’ve seen you before!

You are the same age as Liangzi, that is, your parents got married fourteen years ago..."

Mother Di twisted her hands, frowned and thought hard, "Ah, your last name is Zhong! You are the child of Zhong Changcun, right? You look a lot like your father."

When she said this, she looked a little embarrassed.

"Yes, my father is Zhong Changcun. Mother, do you know anything about him? Since I left with my mother, I haven't received any letters from him."

(End of this chapter)