At the end of 1977 or 1978, the country embarked on a new journey.
For those with ambition, this is a new choice in life, but for someone like Bu Ling, who has no great aspirations, it's just reading a newspaper.
It's not as eye-catching as the upcoming New Year.
"Mulberry, when do you guys get your holiday?"
Buling has been on holiday for a while now, so he's on winter break too.
“We don’t have holidays.” Mulberry sighed in dismay: “We have to work on New Year’s Eve.”
Bling patted his head with pity: "Isn't this serving the people?"
Sangshen kept a straight face and didn't want to speak.
He understands the reasoning, so why is there such a stark difference in treatment between him and his wife when they were both transferred to Kyoto?
His wife gets summer and winter vacations, but he doesn't even get an annual leave.
Sensing the oppressive atmosphere surrounding the mulberry, Bling quietly retreated.
Good heavens, working people don't get holidays. This resentment could feed ten vengeful ghosts. She'd better stay away.
He also grabbed the eldest daughter who was heading that way.
The eldest daughter asked in confusion, "Mom?"
Bulling: "Shhh."
"Your dad is thinking about something important, so don't disturb him."
Sang Mianmian also became serious and whispered, "Mom, what important thing is Dad thinking about?"
Bling stroked his chin and said seriously, "I'm thinking about the important matter that he's the only one who won't get a holiday during the Chinese New Year."
Sang Mianmian opened her mouth slightly: "Daddy's so pitiful~"
Bling nodded in agreement: "That's right."
This is an era that values dedication!
Aunt Sang came out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee: "Lingling, Xiaoxing... Mianmian, what are you two chatting about?"
Sang Mianmian twitched her ears and turned her head. "Grandma, my name is Sang Mianmian. Don't get it wrong."
Aunt Sang pinched the little girl's cheek: "Grandma knows."
Buling sniffed the coffee in her hand: "Auntie, it smells so good, is there more?"
"Yes." Aunt Sang pointed to the kitchen and reminded, "Drink less, or you won't be able to sleep tonight."
"Okay~"
"Grandma, can Mianmian drink this?" Little Sang Mianmian thought that if her grandma and mom liked it, it must be a good thing.
Aunt Sang pulled her to sit on the sofa and showed her the contents of the cup: "This is medicine; children can't drink it."
Little Star glanced at the dark, unidentified liquid in the cup, wanting to back out, but the rich aroma of coffee made her tempted: "Shall I try some?"
The little girl's eyes sparkled, and Aunt Sang was completely charmed, her heart softening. She glanced furtively at the kitchen and said, "Just one bite."
He then held the cup to the little girl's lips.
The little girl took a big slurp, tasted it, and immediately spat it back out: "So bitter~"
Aunt Sang: Her face turned green.
The coffee in my hand suddenly didn't taste good anymore.
She casually put the cup down and said, "Just say it's medicine."
Sang Mianmian stuck out her tongue and nodded, "I know~"
When Buling brought out the coffee, she saw that the coffee on the table hadn't been touched and asked curiously, "Auntie, why aren't you drinking it?"
Aunt Sang smoothed her hair and changed her sitting posture: "I suddenly remembered that I have a meeting tomorrow, so I can't get up too late."
Bu Ling didn't delve into it further, picked up his coffee, sat down, and slowly savored it.
She was so engrossed in tasting the food that she was completely unaware of her daughter's sympathetic gaze.
In the living room, three women were leisurely whiling away their time before bed, while a resentful man stood nearby, creating a rather harmonious scene.
"Xiao Qi, Xiao Qi." Xie Dong's voice suddenly came from the doorway, followed by a knock.
"Daughter, go open the door, your godfather is here," Bu Ling instructed.
The little girl did as she was told, and took her short legs to open the door.
"Godfather, Godmother~"
"Oh, my precious daughter~"
"Little Star".
“Godmother, my name is Sang Mianmian,” the little girl repeated.
Jiang Wanying touched the little girl's face: "It was Godmother's fault, Mianmian."
Only then did the little girl Sang Mianmian show a satisfied smile.
Xie Dong kissed her pink and tender little face affectionately, and then he was kicked by Sang Shen.
As Xie Dong stumbled, Sangshen swiftly snatched her daughter away, saying, "Still kissing? My daughter's all grown up, don't you know how to avoid suspicion!"
Meanwhile, Xie Dong finally managed to stand up. "Sang Xiaoqi, are you being reasonable? What's wrong with me kissing my daughter?"
Sang Xiaoqi ignored him and turned back to the living room. "What do you need?"
Xie Dong choked, then awkwardly followed him inside: "Xiao Qi, I..."
Just as she was about to speak, she saw two pairs of eyes watching the commotion from the sofa, and swallowed her words back. "Xiao Qi, let's talk alone."
Suddenly, Mulberry turned into a childish rascal and said arrogantly, "You have to beg me."
Xie Dong gritted his teeth, "Please."
Sangshen gave a soft snort, put her daughter down, and said, "Let's go." She then took the lead and walked upstairs.
"Wanying, you chat with your sister-in-law, I'm going upstairs with Xiaoqi to talk for a bit," Xie Dong said to Jiang Wanying before following Sangshen upstairs.
"Sister-in-law Jiang, would you like some coffee?"
Jiang Wanying smiled and led Sang Mianmian to sit on the sofa: "Okay, shall I try it?"
"I'll go make you some coffee," Aunt Sang said, standing up as she picked up her own cup of coffee.
"Thank you." Jiang Wanying nodded politely.
After she left, Jiang Wanying whispered, "Sister Buling, is this your aunt?"
Bling nodded: "Yes."
"Your aunt is so beautiful, and so young," Jiang Wanying whispered.
In fact, the youngest daughter of the Sang family was quite famous in the compound, but not for a good reason.
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