Good or bad, the letter in Jiang Ningning's hand was the one that Tian Cuifen was going to send to Huo Donglin. I don't know why it was mixed in with this pile of family letters.
The first sentence at the beginning is...
Jiang Ningning held back her laughter and deliberately kept it a secret, "Do you know what my father's name is?"
Manman obediently raised her chubby little hands.
"Okay, brother, come on."
"Dad's name is Huo Donglin."
Next door, the old man and the guard pricked up their ears at the same time, and heard the little guy's tone full of pride and admiration: "Grandpa once said that the rising sun in the east symbolizes hope."
"Then do you want to know what your father's nickname is?" Jiang Ningning explained patiently: "Just like Manman and Xiaxia, they are actually nicknames. When you arrive at the military region, Dad will give you a full name."
The two kids shook their heads in unison, their big, blinking eyes filled with curiosity.
“… Call me Heidan, hahahaha!”
“Ahem!”
At the same time, a violent cough was heard from next door.
The glutinous rice balls were completely dumbfounded.
The tall image of their father named Heidan collapsed again in their hearts.
Look at the beautiful mother next to her...
Her skin was white and smooth, and her autumn eyes swept over like a small hook scratching the tip of the heart, making people lose their souls in an instant.
In comparison, isn’t Heidan’s father dark, round and ugly?
…He seems unworthy of his mother!
Xia Xia took out another letter and said in a soft voice, "Mom, please use this letter to teach us."
Meeting those watery, pleading eyes, Jiang Ningning did not ask the reason and took over.
The handwriting of the letter in my hand is so powerful that it can be seen through the back of the paper, and the degree of restraint and expansion is very majestic.
He simply greeted his parents at the beginning, and then spent a long time talking about his children's growth and health. However, he was so indifferent to his wife that he didn't even show any concern.
It turned out that she met her husband through a blind date, and they hurriedly got married within ten days, so they only met a few times.
After her husband left, she spent all her time complaining about herself and not even paying attention to her two children.
On the contrary, Tian Cuifen, the mother, would send a letter every now and then, full of concern and slandering her daughter-in-law.
For Jiang Ningning, it was a good thing that she did not have a deep relationship with her officer husband. She did not have to pretend to have a deep relationship with him. They could sleep separately under the same roof and live together.
Keep a low profile through these tense years, and then get divorced, so you don't have to attract gossip or be restricted in what you do.
With all sorts of thoughts running through her mind, Jiang Ningning held the letter in her hand, raised her head and smiled faintly: "I wonder if the military district kindergarten will accept transfer students in the spring. If not, mom will teach you at home first, and you can formally enroll in school in the fall."
Jiang Ningning, a post-00s who was badly beaten up in a cram school, has a bit of talent in everything but is not good at anything.
But considering the education level in the 1970s, it was not a problem to educate the two little ones.
"Mom will teach you how to draw, sing, and dance in the future. Oh, and I can also play the piano..."
Every time they said something, the two kids' eyes lit up a little.
In the end, my heart and eyes were filled with admiration.
Suddenly, a sneer came from the side: "This female comrade, please stop bragging."
What bad luck.
I happened to be in the same carriage with these country bumpkins.
Nowadays, anyone can take a sleeper berth. Could they have come here without paying the fare?
Guan Wenxue is strongly hostile to all women who covet Huo Donglin, especially Jiang Ningning who is whiter and more beautiful than her, and exudes the same tea scent.
There were also the two children beside her, whose eyes and brows were somewhat similar to Huo Donglin, which always reminded Guan Wenxue of Huo Donglin's bastard in his hometown, and she felt even more disgusted.
She looked Jiang Ningning up and down with contempt, and asked bluntly on her pretty face: "Piano, can your family afford it?"
There were all kinds of people on the train, and Jiang Ningning chose to keep a low profile with her money, so the mother and her two children were still wearing their usual patched rags and cotton-padded jackets.
At first glance, there is no difference between them and the middle and lower poor peasants.
In the 1970s, pianos were considered luxury goods and could only be purchased with foreign exchange bills.
Even if you are lucky enough to buy a piano, there are almost no piano scores on the market. If you can't find a teacher to teach you, it's useless. It will be just a bulky piece of junk at home.
Jiang Ningning turned her head and saw a strange face wearing the latest style of braid.
Two braided pigtails hang on her shoulders, as vibrant as the spring jasmine.
Yingchunhua raised her chin proudly, so that from Jiang Ningning's perspective, her nostrils could be aligned with hers.
"Comrade, I don't know if I don't have money to buy a piano. But your nose hair is too long."
puff!
The man laughed out in an unkind way.
Guan Wenxue screamed and raised her hand to cover her nose, her face as black as the bottom of a pot.
Jiang Ningning raised her misty autumn eyes, and said with a strong smell of tea: "Oh, I'm kindly reminding you, you won't be angry, right?"
Full of divine assistance, he responded like a supporting role in a crosstalk: "Mom, you are a good person, why is Auntie angry?"
Guan Wenxue was not only angry, but she was almost pissed off listening to the people pointing and criticizing her.
"You are a country bumpkin and you can't afford it, why are you pretending to be so smart?"
Mr. Xue frowned.
He had already recognized Guan Wenxue's identity and felt disgusted. How could a child from the Guan family be so rude?
With her quality being like this, her old comrade still wants to use his connections to get her into the Propaganda Department?
No way!
"The soil can produce gold, and we farmers are gold diggers. Comrade, maybe your family for three generations has been digging for food in the fields." Jiang Ningning looked at Guan Wenxue as if she were a mentally retarded person.
Isn't it just a matter of looking at her man a few more times? Why does this girl hold such a grudge?
I also drew that man in my mind.
In this era, everyone is proud of being three generations of poor farmers.
As soon as Jiang Ningning said this, cheers rang out from all around.
Mr. Xue looked at Jiang Ningning with more and more eagerness.
Look at the writing style and the powerful red slogans. This is the kind of talent the Propaganda Department needs!
"It's just a piano. A four-year-old with no basic skills can play it. What's the big deal?"
Jiang Ningning clapped her hands to signal for silence in the car, and then said to the two children, "Xia Xia, Man Man, play a little game with mommy."
When they heard about playing games, the little kids sat up straight with their hands behind their backs.
"Now, babies, use your left hands to read the five-line music, and pronounce the five-line music from bottom to top: fa la do mi."
The twins were very smart. They understood everything at a glance and said in unison: "Fa La Do Mi."
"Great!" Jiang Ningning praised without reservation.
The two little kids' faces turned red with excitement.
As she listened, Guan Wenxue regained her original arrogance.
Jiang Ningning was fine with fooling a kid, but she was ready to expose the other party's tricks and show off her superiority as a Grade 4 piano proficient student to get back her face.
However, in reality!
"Now follow mom and play 1112366543. When you sing together, it will be like a pug sitting at the gate..."
The two children sang along innocently, "1112366543, a pug, sitting at the gate..."
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