He Cimian took the watch and put it on his right wrist. His brother-in-law had good taste. The dial was delicate and beautiful, and it matched his skin very well.
"Very beautiful, brother, you have good taste." As He Cimian said this, his eyes were fixed on Wang Shuning. His taste was indeed good.
Wang Shuning didn't want to stay any longer, so he took a sip of tea, stood up and was about to leave, "The things have been delivered, so I will go back."
Liao's mother stood up and wanted to keep the guest for a while longer, but he left before he even had time to sit down. It seemed a bit inappropriate for her to entertain him, after all, he was her youngest son's colleague.
"Sit a little longer and eat some melon seeds and peanuts."
He Cimian smiled sweetly and walked over to sit opposite Wang Shuning. "It's almost noon, stay for lunch."
The other three people present were stunned for a moment. These days, if you invited someone to dinner, you had to have a very good relationship with them. What's more, it was only ten o'clock, not time for dinner, and the meal hadn't been prepared yet.
Wang Shuning quickly refused, "No, no, I'm just bringing something with me. No need to be so polite. My parents are waiting for me to go back and have dinner with them."
When He Cimian saw that Wang Shuning was really going to leave, she understood what was going on. It turned out that the Prince of Xiang was interested but the goddess was not, and that her brother-in-law just had a one-sided love for her.
"Where do you live? I'll take you back." He Cimian suggested.
Wang Shuning shook his head quickly. Liao Tingming's sister-in-law was a little too enthusiastic. "No need to send me off. I came here by bicycle."
Liao's mother saw He Cimian standing at the door and watching people leave, and it took her a long time to turn around and come back.
Liao Tingjue looked at his wife in confusion, "Cimian, you're a little weird." He was so enthusiastic that he was a little attentive.
Glancing at the three people staring at him, he realized that no one in this family was smart. Although he had never seen the brother-in-law who was serving as a soldier on the island, he should be quite smart since he could do such a roundabout way.
"Why not just mail the watch back to me? My brother specially arranged for someone to bring it back to my house. It's bothering and owing a favor. Why bother doing that?"
Liao's mother frowned in confusion, "What do you mean?"
"That girl works on Jinshan Island. My brother asked her to bring back the watch. Most likely he has fallen in love with her but cannot pursue her, so he asked us to help him find a solution." He Cimian raised his voice to wake the three people up.
Liao's mother and father hurried to the door and looked out, but the figure was gone.
The two turned around and walked back disappointedly, looking at their eldest daughter-in-law, hesitant to speak, "Is it that mysterious?"
"Ding-ling, ding-ling."
"Liao Gaomu, there's a letter for you." The postman shouted at the door.
Liao Tingjue ran over immediately. It was a letter sent back by his younger brother.
After handing it to his mother to open, he looked at his wife in shock, his eyes shaking, "Wife, you are so smart, you guessed it right."
In the letter, Liao Tingming told Wang Shuning about asking her to bring the watch to him. He also said that he liked her, but the girl didn't like him. He asked his parents to find a way to get close to Wang Shuning's parents, and preferably to establish a relationship with them and leave a good impression.
He Cimian shook his head and said, "That's because I have a crooked mind." But you don't.
Liao's mother regretted it so much that she was spinning in circles. "What should I do? He just knew a name and left without saying a few words. Why didn't you send the letter earlier?"
Father Liao glanced at the envelope and said, "The letter was sent a week ago. It must have been delayed on the way, otherwise it should have been received two days ago."
The family has long been accustomed to the fact that letters from the youngest son are often late.
Jinshan Island is so far away and you have to take a boat, so things you send are often not delivered on time.
Liao Tingju praised: "She is a teacher on the island, she is well educated and patient, my brother has good vision."
Father Liao read the letter carefully. "Tingming said in the letter that the girl's family lives in the courtyard in the south of the city. Tingjue, go and find out quietly tomorrow to see where she lives. We can go and say a few good words to her."
Liao's mother frowned and shook her head, "No, it's not good for a grown man like Tingju to go and ask about other girls privately. It's better for me to go."
Father Liao nodded. "We are both from Beijing. Although our two families are a little far apart, it only takes more than half an hour to ride a bicycle. They are quite suitable and a good match."
He Cimian couldn't help but pour cold water on the three people, "My brother wrote in his letter that someone introduced a girl at the social gathering but she didn't like him. From what I saw just now, it seems that they are really not interested. It will definitely be difficult to bring them together."
The fact that the brother-in-law can think of asking his family for help in pleasing his future mother-in-law and father-in-law probably means that he has reached the end of his rope.
Looking at the photo, my brother-in-law is tall and strong, not ugly, young and a company commander. How come the girl doesn't like him?
What she didn't expect was that the photo at home was taken six years ago before Liao Tingming went to join the army. After six years of wind and rain, he has now been destroyed into a piece of coal.
When Wang Shuning rode his bike home, dinner had not yet started. It was not yet eleven o'clock. The Wang family usually started eating lunch at twelve o'clock.
After the eldest daughter-in-law went to the kitchen to cook, Song's mother quietly asked her youngest daughter: "Is the friend who asked you to wear the watch a colleague from school? How much do you earn every month to be able to afford a watch?"
Wang Shuning replied: "With all the subsidies, it's less than fifty. Lunch and accommodation are mainly provided, so the expenses on the island are low."
Song's mother's eyes almost popped out of her head, and she said in a hoarse voice, "Over forty? That's too high."
I have worked in the factory for so many years and my monthly salary is only twenty or so yuan.
"Mom, you guys are doing manual and physical work that takes time in the factory, and I'm doing brainwork as a teacher, so the salary is definitely different."
"Besides, no one is willing to go to the island to provide support, so my salary is higher."
Song's mother pushed the needle into the cotton with force. "I think it's good to be on the island. The salary is high and the expenses are low. There are not many students, so it won't be that hard for you to teach. Except for summer, it's spring all year round. Even in winter, you can save several sets of clothes. And you can get various tickets at any time."
Wang Shuning agreed: "I think it's good too. The troops on the island will notify you in advance when there is bad weather, so you can stay home and nothing will happen. The seafood is caught that day and is very fresh. It tastes completely different from the ones I dried and sent back to you."
The day before yesterday, Song's mother soaked dried abalone in braised pork, but she always felt that the taste was a little lacking.
Song's mother: "You are used to eating fresh food, so you must think that the taste is not as good as what you eat on the island. Those seafood are not easy to buy in the mall. Once they are available, they will be snatched up by others, and the price is expensive."
Wang Shuning raised his eyebrows. If they were in such short supply, wouldn’t they be in great demand if they were sold on the black market?
I didn’t expect this level, I forgot to store it in the space.
By the way, I have to find out the location of the black market in Beijing.
I know the South City Courtyard well, but I'm not sure about other places farther away.
Seeing Wang Jianguo and his son coming back, Song's mother nags: "You run around outside all day without working, and you don't help the family."
Wang Jianjun paused, "Xiuzhen is cooking in the kitchen, I'll go watch the fire."
Wang Jianguo took off his shoes and sat on the kang. "It's almost the New Year, and the factory hasn't called us to go back to work. We have enough firewood and honeycomb coal at home, and Jianjun fills the water tank every morning. How can there be any work to do?"
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