"Xiao Chu, did you write the song that Yueyue's mother sang just now?"
Seeing Li Chu return carrying the child, Li Qin remembered the song Li Qiaoyun had just sung and asked.
"Oh, she's already finished singing?"
"After the song is finished, it will be right in front of the skit."
"Hey, I was just saying I'd come back to watch, but look what happened, I missed the song and the skit too."
"Isn't there a rebroadcast tomorrow?"
"We'll just have to watch the replay," Li Chu nodded helplessly, then walked to the sofa and said, "Yueyue, stop laughing, the child is sleepy."
Wang Yueyue finally managed to stop laughing, took the child, and went into the bedroom.
"Xiao Chu, what was the name of the song Qiaoyun sang just now? It sounded really festive."
"Good days"
"Good days?" Ding's father pondered for a moment and nodded, saying, "Indeed, we are living good days now. This song is good; the Spring Festival Gala should feature songs like this, which are festive enough."
"What do you know? Who gives you the right to express your opinions here!" Ding's mother retorted without any politeness.
Mr. Ding shook his head without saying anything. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and was about to light it when he remembered something, got up and walked out.
After Li Chu finished washing his hands in the bathroom, he touched Ding Qiunan's arm. When she looked over, he gestured with his lips towards Ding's mother.
They had discussed it yesterday, and since everyone was in a good mood today, they would tell Ding's mother about buying an extra house. Otherwise, given her temper, she might refuse to live there no matter what.
"Mom, I have something to tell you."
"Hmm? What's wrong? Tell me." Ding's mother stopped rolling out dumpling wrappers and looked at her daughter.
"Aren't you going to move there after the New Year?"
"Yeah, what's wrong? You're not going to try to persuade me again, are you?"
“No, that’s not true. Why would I try to persuade you now?” Ding Qiunan shook her head and continued, “What I want to say is that I bought another house for you and my dad across from the one in Jianguo.”
Seeing her mother glare at her and about to speak, she quickly waved her hand: "Please don't rush to speak, let me finish speaking first, okay? And don't talk to me about whether you need it or not. I understand that you want to live with your son, but you should at least consider Nana."
The house is so small, is it convenient for all of you to live there? Is it really convenient for the father-in-law and daughter-in-law to live under the same roof? You can't just think of yourself, you have to consider others too, okay? It's fine in winter when everyone is dressed warmly, but what about in summer? Do you have to dress so thickly even in your own hot house?
Chen Na, who had been engrossed in making dumplings without saying a word, paused for a moment upon hearing this.
For her, it doesn't matter where she lives, as long as it's her own home.
Living in this courtyard, at least everyone has their own room. It's normal to dress neatly when you leave your own room.
But after moving in, I'll be in the same house all the time. I can't just take off my clothes to cool off when I go into the bedroom and put them on again when I leave, that would be so uncomfortable.
She had been troubled by this matter for a long time, but she was too soft-hearted. Although she was thinking about it, she never said it out loud, not even to Jianguo. She was worried that her man would also have a headache.
She hadn't expected that her sister-in-law had thought of all these things for her and made arrangements in advance.
If the elderly couple were to live in one apartment and the family of three in another, living close by would allow them to take good care of the elderly without disturbing each other, which would be ideal.
Ding's father, who was squatting outside smoking, also heard the commotion inside, but he didn't dare to come in. He just lifted the curtain a crack and peeked inside.
At the time, only the son-in-law, his daughter, and he knew about the house the son-in-law bought for him; no one else was told.
He was quite satisfied with this arrangement, not because his son-in-law was willing to spend money on him. Although the house was now in his name, he had already decided that after he passed away, he would definitely return the house to his son-in-law or give it directly to his grandson. In short, his family could use other people's houses, but they couldn't get them for free.
"Well... those other people's houses are so small, yet they house three or four generations. How do they live like that? Why can't we live like that?" Ding's mother, somewhat at a loss for words after being asked by her daughter, still said with some indignation.
"Why should we follow others' example when we have good conditions? Why do you think they are willing to live in one room for several generations? They have no choice. If they had any other choice, who would want to live like that?"
You can go out and ask around. If anyone says they own a house and don't want to separate, and are happy to live this way, then you can do that too. I absolutely won't say another word.
"I...you...you brat, are you trying to drive me crazy?!" Ding's mother, seeing that she couldn't win the argument with her daughter, resorted to this tactic.
"Mom, please stop calling me 'little girl,' I'm a grandma now." Ding Qiunan placed a dumpling she had just wrapped onto the steamer.
slkslk.
“The house I bought is right across from Jianguo’s house. You two are across the street from each other. If you want to eat together, you can. At night, you can go back to your own homes. It won’t affect you taking care of your grandson.”
It's not much different from now, except we don't have a yard anymore. When we move, you and Dad can just move to the house across the street; all the furniture is already packed.
Ding Jianguo, who was rolling out dumpling wrappers at another table, had his eyes sparkling.
Although he has never expressed any opinion on the move, he is actually somewhat reluctant to do so.
Once you get used to living in a spacious place, who would want to go back to living in such a cramped place?
That solves everything.
"Hmph~ This definitely wasn't your idea, it was absolutely Xiao Chu's. I know you too well, how could you think of so much?"
After being lectured by her daughter for a long time, Ding's mother felt embarrassed and forced herself to find a way out.
"It doesn't matter whose idea it was, what matters is whether you understood what I just said?"
"I understand. It just means that I live in one room with your dad, and your brother and his family of three live in another room."
"That's right. Your house, furniture, sofa, bed, TV, ceiling fan, etc. are all set up. You don't have to worry about anything. This is your son-in-law and I's way of showing our respect to you."
This time, Ding's mother hesitated for a moment, but she didn't say anything more. She just nodded and continued rolling out the dumpling wrappers.
Ding Qiunan turned her head to look at her father, who had poked his head in, and raised an eyebrow at him.
Ding's father held out his right hand and gave her a thumbs-up.
Ding Jianguo also gave his sister a thumbs up.
Li Qin and Wang Ziwen, who hadn't spoken because of other people's business, saw the two people's actions and shook their heads with smiles.
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