Chapter 110 Chapter 110 1981 - Now the policy is more inclusive...
Fu Ci was in such a good mood that he couldn't help but hum a little tune.
Tang Mingli heard this as she passed by the bathroom and couldn't help but pause for a few seconds.
Are you that happy?
She was infected by it and couldn't help but curl her lips into a smile.
She then went back to her room and changed into the new clothes that Fu Ci had bought for her.
Whether it was because this style was popular in this era, or because Fu Ci had good taste, or because she was good at playing the drums, Tang Mingli couldn't help but take a second look after wearing it, and even thought about adding something to embellish it.
This must be what it feels like to try on clothes you like.
Tang Mingli smiled as she looked at herself in the mirror. Suddenly remembering something, she opened the wardrobe door and pulled out a scarf she had knitted some time ago from behind a pile of clothes.
She washed it once after knitting it, dried it, and then left it there until she almost forgot about it.
Gray is a versatile color.
Tang Mingli tried wrapping the pen around her neck twice, and became more and more satisfied with the result.
Suddenly, Fu Ci's image appeared in the mirror.
The smiling face suddenly froze.
It seems he was stunned when he saw her examining her outfit in the mirror.
Tang Mingli turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"
Fu Ci's gaze fell on the scarf around her neck, and he said with some difficulty, "I don't think I've seen this scarf before."
Tang Mingli said "Oh," gently touched the scarf, and smiled, "I knitted this myself."
"You... only for yourself?" Fu Ci's voice was even more bitter.
Tang Mingli hummed in agreement and asked, "What's wrong? Doesn't it look good?"
Fu Ci shook his head: "It looks good, it looks really good."
But... it turns out... she wove it for herself.
Fu Ci wasn't unhappy, but he felt an indescribable bitterness in his heart.
"Is it really beautiful?" Tang Mingli looked at her husband with suspicion.
It looks really good, why is he saying that?
Disbelieving Fu Ci's words, Tang Mingli turned to look in the mirror again.
After looking at it from left and right again, she thought it was quite pretty.
Fu Ci wasn't lying, but why did he look so listless?
I was fine before taking a shower, but something was wrong after I came out.
Tang Mingli became more and more puzzled. It was the New Year, and she didn't want to see her husband unhappy, so she took the initiative to ask him what was wrong.
Fu Ci responded to his wife's initiative in throwing herself into his arms, quickly raising his face with a smile and saying softly, "Nothing's wrong, why do you ask?"
You seem a little down.
Fu Ci felt that his wife was right and was pleased that she was so observant of him.
However, it would be a little embarrassing for him to admit that he was upset because of a scarf.
Oh well, it's just a scarf. What's wrong with his wife knitting him a scarf because she was bored at home? How could he be so childish as to make a fuss about it?
Having figured things out for himself, Fu Ci smiled and said, "I'm not feeling down."
But the next second, he couldn't help but say, "I just think your scarf is really nice."
I said I wouldn't mind, but I couldn't help bringing it up again.
"You like it very much?" Tang Mingli broke free from Fu Ci's embrace and looked up at him.
Fu Ci nodded.
Although it wasn't woven for himself, he still coveted it.
Seeing him nod, Tang Mingli's smile deepened.
"Wait a moment."
She opened the wardrobe door again, rummaged around for a bit, and pulled out a scarf from behind a pile of clothes.
"I knitted two, this one is for you."
Fu Ci looked at the scarf his wife handed him, and in an instant, his mood changed from gloomy to cheerful.
Like a spring breeze melting snow, or a cloudy day clearing up.
He excitedly confirmed, "Was it specially knitted for me?"
Tang Mingli scratched her head.
Was it intentional or not?
I saw this yarn while shopping with my grandma and bought a whole box of it, just enough to knit two scarves.
Everything is just a matter of following one's heart.
But the expectation in Fu Ci's eyes was impossible to ignore.
never mind.
It's the Lunar New Year, so there's nothing wrong with making everyone happy.
Finally, Tang Mingli nodded.
Anyway, she only knitted two, one for herself and one for Fu Ci. Who can say it wasn't intentional?
Sure enough, Fu Ci smiled happily, even like a child, eagerly trying on the scarf in front of the mirror.
Does this look good?
Tang Mingli readily agreed, saying, "It looks good."
With his physique and looks, he would look good even with a rag around his neck.
"Then wear it. We're going out to set off fireworks later."
Tang Mingli said "okay".
Looking at his mouth that he couldn't suppress, I had to try very hard to keep myself from laughing too loudly.
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On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the family ate breakfast and set off early to the temple to offer incense.
This was something the family had discussed last night. Originally, Grandpa Fu said he wouldn't go, but he changed his mind when he woke up today.
Why did you say you wouldn't go when we discussed it last night?
There aren't many whys; it's just that Party members aren't superstitious.
On the way, Mrs. Fu teased her husband, "Why don't you say you're a Party member this year?"
Grandpa Fu gave a soft hum in response.
Fu Cheng'an, realizing that he and his father were in the same boat, spoke up for him, saying, "Mom, stop teasing Dad. It wasn't easy for him to take this step."
When it comes to how difficult this is, Madam Fu agrees, and even couldn't help but sigh.
Actually, their family used to have a tradition of going to the temple to burn incense on the first day of the Lunar New Year. Later, during the Cultural Revolution, when the Four Olds were being destroyed, families like theirs naturally had to set an example. Then came the turbulent ten years, and going to the temple to burn incense became impossible, let alone doing so secretly at home.
Last night, when we were talking about the traditions of the first day of the Lunar New Year, Tang Mingli mentioned worshipping the gods. As she spoke, she seemed to long for it, and that's how her family started to revive this tradition again.
When the group arrived at the temple, many people had already finished offering incense and left.
Madam Fu was somewhat surprised to see this.
"I didn't expect so many people to go to the temple to burn incense this year."
Tang Mingli smiled and offered her analysis: "It's probably because the policies are more inclusive now, so people have fewer concerns."
To be honest, if we want Chinese people to stop worshipping gods, we would have to remove the thousands-year-old sacrificial culture from Chinese culture. Otherwise, their bloodline will awaken sooner or later.
The rest of the Fu family agreed with Tang Mingli's statement, especially Old Master Fu. Looking at the peaceful people leaving after worshipping the gods, he felt a mix of emotions.
Tang Mingli's words last night had a significant impact on him.
Chinese superstitions, though called superstitions, are more like beliefs and spiritual sustenance, and should not be condemned outright.
In particular, the grandson said that although Hong Kong is more developed than the mainland in many aspects, such as its economy, it has preserved its traditions very well. It hasn't abandoned its ancestors' heritage just because it's under Western rule. On the other hand, they themselves are too absolute in some ways.
Fortunately, although we took some detours, things are getting better again.
After offering incense, Madam Fu saw someone drawing lots and asked Tang Mingli if she wanted to draw a lot as well.
Tang Mingli quickly waved her hand: "I have poor mental fortitude. I won't be able to handle it if I draw the worst possible lot."
Madam Fu said to her, "How could that be? You must have drawn the best fortune stick."
“Since it’s so certain, then even if I draw the best lot, there’s no point in drawing it.” As she spoke, she couldn’t help but plead with the old lady, “Grandma, I really don’t have the guts.”
That last remark not only made Old Madam Fu laugh, but everyone else also had a good laugh.
However, what she said made sense; it seemed to make sense. But Madam Fu still felt a little itchy to do it.
She hasn't drawn a fortune stick in many years.
She's already this age, so what does it matter whether it's a lucky draw or a bad one?
Thinking this through, Madam Fu said again, "I'll go and ask for one."
When she went, her whole family naturally followed.
In the few seconds that Madam Fu knelt down, picked up the divination tube, and shook the money, the whole family couldn't help but hold their breath, their eyes fixed on the divination tube in Madam Fu's hand.
A few seconds later, with a snap, a stick fell out of the bamboo tube.
When Madam Fu opened her eyes, she hadn't even realized she needed to pick up the bamboo sticks. Tang Mingli, quick-witted and agile, reached out and picked up the bamboo sticks that had fallen to the ground.
The speed was so fast that she could almost see afterimages.
She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the signature on the sign.
God knows, the instant the bamboo skewer fell, a plot she'd read in some book suddenly popped into her mind.
The female protagonist went to a temple to draw a fortune stick, and a very bad fortune stick fell down. She put it back in the bamboo tube with lightning speed and told the gods that it didn't count.
So, after Grandma shook down a fortune stick, she inexplicably did the same.
If Grandma accidentally drew a bad lot, she would put the bamboo stick back into the bamboo tube.
Thank goodness, it's a very auspicious sign.
Tang Mingli acted as if she hadn't done anything surprising, completely ignoring the astonished looks on her family's faces, and respectfully handed over the bamboo skewer that her grandmother had shaken off.
"Grandma, it's a very auspicious sign."
Madam Fu's face immediately lit up with a smile.
Not only her, but the rest of the Fu family did the same.
While drawing a fortune stick isn't absolute, getting a good one always makes people happy.
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On the second day of the Lunar New Year, Tang Mingli and Fu Ci returned to the Tang family home.
On the way, Tang Mingli told Fu Ci about Tang Mingmei and was certain that Tang Mingmei would spend the Spring Festival at her parents' home this year.
Fu Ci did not hold the opposite opinion to her.
Although he was in Shenzhen for a period of time before the Lunar New Year, he would occasionally hear his wife talk about Tang Mingmei when he called home.
Fu Ci no longer felt the same rejection he had when he first met Tang Mingmei, especially after learning about her change after giving birth to her daughter. He even began to look at her with new respect.
He asked, "By spending the New Year here, has she already made up her mind not to continue living with Li Dazhu?"
"I think it's because Li Xin's illness that made my cousin almost give up on the Li family."
However, even if his cousin wanted a divorce, Li Dazhu might not agree.
Don't be fooled by his arrogant and domineering demeanor when he's with his wife; in reality, he might not be willing to live alone.
As expected, Tang Mingli was right.
Upon arriving at the Tang family home, Tang Mingmei had barely sat down when she brought up the matter of her divorce from Li Dazhu. Despite his apparent lack of concern for her and their daughter, he had consistently refused to agree to the divorce.
Tang Mingli asked, "What did he say?"
"He said, 'Want a divorce? Dream on, unless I'm dead.'" Tang Mingmei was worried when she talked about Li Dazhu's attitude.
She really wants a divorce, but if Li Dazhu doesn't agree, there's really nothing she can do.
"But I'm not afraid of his disagreement. Anyway, I've already made up my mind to stay at my parents' house. Let's just drag it out and see who's afraid of whom."
After convincing her parents to stand by her side, Tang Mingmei did feel much more confident.
However, Tang Mingli smiled after hearing her words, "I think you may not have grasped his sore spot."
Tang Mingmei was completely confused by what she heard.
Didn't you grasp the pain point?
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