Weng Hong is not the kind of old lady who complains when she encounters setbacks. On the contrary, she is optimistic and tenacious by nature. After telling her grievances last night, she woke up early in the morning and became the nagging and enthusiastic old lady that everyone is familiar with.
I helped everyone get hot water, followed Jiang Dahai and Huo Wu to the restaurant to buy breakfast, and despite Jiang Yiliu's strong refusal, I still helped him wash his face, although I used a lot of force and it hurt Jiang Yiliu's face...
It seems that everything has returned to normal, but everyone knows that the old lady is still worried.
“Stinky.”
The old lady and her father went to serve the white porridge for breakfast. On the way to Haicheng, all the dry food that both parties brought with them had been eaten up. Now they could only buy meals at the restaurant on the train. The seats in the restaurant were limited and it was almost always full of people. They simply took their own lunch boxes to the restaurant and packed them up to eat in the private room.
Jiang Yilu looked at a little baby named Chouchou sitting on the bed, with his back to him and lying there motionless, and asked curiously.
"Look at Mom—"
Chouchou said in a baby voice: "This is Chouchou's mother."
He held up a black-and-white photo. It was of a young couple. It seemed to be a wedding photo. The man was tall and straight, with a touch of newlywed joy on his ordinary face. The bride in the photo was pretty and delicate, with a curve at the corner of her mouth. Her smile was sweet, but not as sweet as her eyes.
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Jiang Yiliu took the photo from Chou Chou's hand and said, "Chou Chou, can you lend me this photo?"
Chouchou tilted his head, thinking that the little brother also thought his mother was beautiful. Although he was reluctant, he nodded and agreed. He kept his eyes on Jiang Yilu's hand, fearing that this brother would lose the only photo of his mother.
Grandma said that mom is too busy studying and has no time to see Chou Chou. When Chou Chou grows up and becomes sensible, mom will come to see him.
Jiang Yilu took the photo and handed it to Ruan Yuanjiang, who was sitting on the lower bunk with his eyes closed.
"Grandpa Ruan, look at this photo."
Ruan Yuanjiang took the photo from Jiang Yiliu with doubt. Jiang Yiliu pointed at the woman in the photo and said, "This is Xiuxiu, Chou Chou's mother."
Who knew that the world was really so small, and the Xiuxiu that the old lady had been talking about for so long was actually the person, Fang Xiuxiu, who was brought to everyone by Ruan Yuanshu a few days ago.
If Jiang Yilu felt understanding and disapproval of Xiuxiu as mentioned by the old lady at the beginning, now he is completely contemptuous of her.
From the beginning, Fang Xiuxiu deceived Mrs. Weng and her family. She found a new partner in Haicheng without telling them clearly. On the other hand, did Ruan Yuanshu know her past? If Ruan Yuanshu didn't know, she was playing both families around.
Ruan Yuanjiang was also surprised when he saw the photo. Jiang Yilu glanced at him, wanting to know what his plan was.
"Forget it, he found his wife himself. I didn't teach my son well, so I don't want to make other girls from good families suffer. These two may be a match made in heaven. Let them harm each other."
Ruan Yuanjiang sighed and looked at the ignorant little boy beside him. It was a pity for the child to have such a heartless mother.
When the old lady and her companions came back with breakfast, everything was back to normal. Except for Ruan Yuanjiang and Jiang Yilu, no one knew about the connection between the two Xiuxiu.
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"Mom, I'm here!"
A tall man waved at Weng Hong from afar. He didn't know what the old lady had experienced in Haicheng during those days. At this moment, with a smile on his face, he squeezed through the crowded crowd and walked towards them.
"Xiu Xiu, you missed your dad so much." He first took the son from the old lady's arms and kissed him several times, then asked the old lady shyly, "Mom, have you seen Xiu Xiu? How is she doing recently? I sent her the industrial coupons and national food coupons I had saved a few days ago. Did she receive them?"
The man in his twenties blushed on his tan skin when he mentioned his beloved wife.
"Go home first. Mom is tired too." The old lady saw her son's joy fade. "Dandan, these comrades have been taking care of me and Chouchou on the way to Haicheng. You should thank them too."
The old lady pointed at Jiang Dahai and the others behind her and said, "It's fate. We were on the same train both ways. I'm unfamiliar with the place. If they hadn't led the way, I wouldn't even know how to take the train."
The man named Dandan first refuted his mother's address to him: "Mom, I'm already a few years old, don't call me by this name outside."
Then he turned around, shook Jiang Dahai's hand, and thanked them repeatedly: "My home is in Building 7, Wufang Lane. If you come to the city in the future or have any trouble, just come to my house to find me."
He spoke sincerely and enthusiastically, and his speech was as fast as a machine gun. It was obvious that he was the old lady's son.
"No matter how old he is, he is still my son. It's not right for me to call him Dandan." The old lady muttered a few words, and asked her son to help Jiang Dahai and others carry the package to the outside of the station. She left only after seeing the truck driven by Mo Dashuan.
"But I've waited till you guys come."
Mo Dashuan sat in the truck, observing the people coming in and out of the station through the window. Jiang Dahai had telegraphed him before they set off, and he estimated that several people should arrive this afternoon or evening, so he drove over after lunch. Now it was already dark, and he ate a few cold steamed buns to fill his stomach. Finally, before his stomach protested again, he waited for a group of people to come out of the station.
"Uncle Ruan, I asked you to bring something..."
Mo Dashuan jumped out of the car and helped them carry the bags to the back of the truck. He rubbed his hands embarrassedly and asked Ruan Yuanjiang.
"I got it changed. It cost me sixty dollars."
Ruan Yuanjiang took out the sewing plane ticket and the extra twenty yuan given by Mo Dashuan from the secret pocket of his clothes.
"Thank you so much, I was just worrying about this."
Mo Dashuan carefully put the ticket into his pocket and asked a few people to get on the bus. The tiredness from waiting for half a day disappeared all at once when he got the ticket.
"Uncle Dashuan, have you found a partner for Sister Hong?"
Jiang Yilu asked curiously. He didn't have much contact with the Mo family in his previous life. He only remembered that Sister Xiang Hong seemed to be getting married next year, but he couldn't remember who the marriage partner was.
"Not yet. When you find a partner for Sister Xiang Hong, uncle will ask you to be the enthronement boy and ask Sister Xiang Hong to give birth to a baby as smart as you."
Mo Dashuan said with a smile that the boys who sit on the bed are boys and girls who press the bed for the newly married couple, symbolizing that the couple will have both sons and daughters.
Generally, the boys and girls who are chosen for the throne are pretty and healthy children, regardless of whether they are related to the man or woman's family or not, and any cute children from the same village are fine. However, the boys and girls cannot be too old, and five or six years old is the limit.
When a boy is enthroned as a child, it is the happiest day for the children in the village. They can eat delicious meat and dishes to their heart’s content. The host family will also give the child a bag full of candies. The more polite families will even give the child a red envelope of fifty cents or one yuan. Of course, the money will be confiscated by the parents in the end.
Jiang Yilu is a well-known handsome boy in Qingshan Village. He has served as the bed-sitting boy no less than ten times. Every time he serves as the bed-sitting boy, his face has to be painted red and he is also treated as a toy by the aunts and uncles of the man and the woman's family. He has long been afraid of it.
He is already eight years old this year and is no longer qualified to be a bed-sitting boy. It is obvious that what Mo Dashuan said was just a joke.
"But before you become Sister Hong's enthronement boy, I'm afraid I have to drink Dani's wedding wine first."
While driving, Mo Dashuan said something that was like a bolt from the blue.
What did Uncle Dashuan mean by this? Didn't my elder sister go to school? How come it's only been a few days and she's already talking about a wedding? Jiang Yiliu was panicked and his brows were raised.
"Captain, what do you mean by drinking Dani's wedding wine? As a father, I don't understand what you mean."
Jiang Dahai was also surprised. His daughter had found a boyfriend, but as a father, how come he didn't know anything about it?
"Hey, I heard this from my wife. It seems that your old man and old lady arranged a date for Dani during the days you were away. Judging from your wife's expression, she should be very satisfied with Dani's boyfriend."
Mo Dashuan explained, "But it seems to be only temporarily decided. You haven't returned yet, so we should talk about the details after you return home."
His elder sister had found a boyfriend, but he knew nothing about it. Jiang Yiliu couldn't sit still and wished he could grow wings and fly back home. After a lot of effort, the truck drove into the village brigade headquarters. As soon as the truck stopped, Jiang Yiliu opened the door and ran back home without looking back.
"This is the first time this child has left home. He probably misses his family."
Jiang Dahai carried the stuff down from the back of the truck and said, "Captain, go and tell the villagers to pick up the stuff. I've asked Xiaobao to write down the price on this piece of paper."
Jiang Dahai took out the things they had bought, followed Ruan Yuanjiang and Huo Wu, left the brigade headquarters, and rushed back home for dinner.
"Grandpa, grandma, Xiaobao is back."
The Jiang family also heard from Mo Dashuan that they would be home today, so they had been waiting since the afternoon when Mo Dashuan drove out in his truck. Si Ni simply moved a small chair and sat at the door, wrapping herself tightly and looking at the end of the path.
"Xiaobao is back."
The old lady heard her granddaughter's shouting, and rushed out of the house with her little feet and a look of joy on her face: "Let grandma see if your father has taken good care of you."
The old lady touched her grandson's little face and said distressedly, "You've lost weight. Your father is so unreliable. Has he made sure you have a good meal these days?"
The old lady lied with her eyes open, and I don't know how she could tell the word "thin" from her fair and tender little face.
"Grandma, where are my elder sister and my mother?"
Everyone in the room had come out, except for the eldest sister and his mother.
"Your eldest sister is in the hospital, and your mother is taking care of her in the hospital."
"My eldest sister is in the hospital!"
Jiang Yilu exclaimed, what on earth happened in such a week?
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