Chapter 89

"Master, I need something urgently, can you make it today?" Qiao Wei showed the old tailor the drawing she had drawn, "And I don't have the right fabric. You can pack it for me, scraps of fabric will do. But I want it thicker."

The old tailor pushed up his glasses to take a closer look and asked, "What is this for?"

This military dependent is always a little different from others.

After all, he came from the city, the old man thought.

The old man missed those big cities, colorful and prosperous.

Qiao Wei explained: "Look at the small chair on the car outside. It's too hard and hurts my butt. Make a cushion for it. This one is a backrest cushion. All of them need to be sewed with straps. I will use the straps to tie them to the chair and fix them."

"Can it be made today? I need it tomorrow."

"A cushion in such a hurry..." The old tailor muttered and went into the back room of the tailor's shop.

Qiao Wei followed him, and Yan Xiang, who came to play with her, also followed her in.

"Wow~" the child exclaimed in praise.

There are so many scraps of cloth.

The room is not big, with a cabinet on one side and a large table against the wall on both sides. It should be a tailor's workbench.

Qiao Wei saw an iron, which does not use electricity, but is made of pure iron. It should be the kind that is heated by a stove and ironed.

There were so many different kinds of scraps of cloth, piled up on the table and the floor. You could say it was piled up like a mountain.

Although it was messy, it felt a bit like Alice falling into the rabbit hole for the kids.

Kids just love these.

The old tailor rummaged through the pile and found the right piece of cloth. He cut a lot of pieces of the same shape, then stepped on his old-fashioned sewing machine, sewing them.

Making a cushion is much simpler than cutting clothes, and it doesn't take long. Qiao Wei was watching from the side.

Yan Xiang looked at the two adults and saw that no one was paying attention to him.

He turned his head and secretly looked at the mountain of scraps of cloth. He couldn't help it and jumped over.

Wow~ a mountain of cloth caught him softly.

Hehehe.

The two cushions were finished in a short while. The old tailor handed them to Qiao Wei: "Take a look."

Qiao Wei pinched them and found them to be quite thick and soft. Yan Xiang's little butt was blessed.

Just as they were about to praise, they both heard a "bang" at the same time.

They turned around and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Yan Xiang jumped on the pile of scraps of cloth. This time he jumped too hard and slipped under the workbench.

The workbench was covered with a white cloth that was no longer visible and hung down to the ground. Only Yan Xiang's two short legs were exposed outside, struggling.

As soon as Qiao Wei moved, the old tailor had already walked over in two steps and dragged Yan Xiang out: "Hey, did you bump into it?"

Yan Xiang rubbed his head and pouted: "It's so hard..."

"Of course it's hard." The old man said, "Don't cry, let me see if you are a man. You are a soldier's son! Your father is a soldier, don't embarrass your father."

After being told this, Yan Xiang held back: "I won't cry!"

Tears were rolling in her eyes.

It was really infuriating and funny.

"Thank you, Master! I will ask you to make clothes next time!"

Qiao Wei settled the bill and led Yan Xiang out.

The old tailor followed her out and stood at the door, with his hands on his hips, watching her tie the two cushions to the seat and backrest respectively.

The bicycle was brand new.

"Your wife..." the old tailor said half a sentence, then shook his head and smiled, "He loves his wife very much."

He looked at the baby chair and praised, "He loves his son very much."

Qiao Wei had already carried Yan Xiang to the baby chair and said with a smile, "Of course he loves his own son."

"Not necessarily, it's like that when you have many children." The old tailor came over and touched Yan Xiang's head and asked, "Is he your only son?"

"Yes."

"That's it." The old tailor sighed, "An only son, how can I not love him."

The old tailor's eyes flashed with a loving light.

Qiao Wei didn't dare to ask when she heard that he had no children.

He took Yan Xiang home on his bike.

Good guys, there are people riding bicycles everywhere in the town, all brand new.

Those 30 bicycles, aren't they all out for a ride?

I don't know if they all came out to ride their bikes to show off, but almost all the townspeople came out to watch and point.

Of course they were envious: "The army is great."

Qiao Wei was watched all the way.

Bicycles were not popular at that time, and who had seen a child-specific seat?

It was so rare.

"Whose father loves his child so much?"

"He must be an only son."

The voice floated into Qiao Wei's ears. It was just a short while, and this was the second time she heard the word "only son".

Many children were running around the streets chasing bicycles, laughing and talking.

Some of the children were dirty, and their families didn't care about them. Some of them were wearing tattered clothes, and some of them had clothes that were too big, and they were obviously left over from their older brothers and sisters.

This is what it means to have too many children. Having too

many children is not worth it.

If you give birth to ten and five die, there are still five left to take care of in your old age.

They are all worthless and worthless.

After returning home, Yan Lei stood up from his precious vegetable garden: "I'm back."

Qiao Wei pushed the cart in with a cold face, propped up her feet, and said "hmm" lightly.

Yan Lei: "?"

Yan Lei wiped his hands: "What's wrong?"

Qiao Wei ignored him and didn't even look at him.

Yan Xiang came over happily and told Yan Lei: "Dad, my chair is so comfortable!"

"Well, go play." Yan Lei pulled Yan Xiang's little head away, wanting to quickly take a look at his wife.

The daughter-in-law is not right.

Qiao Wei got angry: "Why are you touching him! Don't touch his head!"

Yan Xiang's little head was hit today.

Qiao Wei held Yan Xiang over, squatted down and blew on him.

Yan Lei: "..."

He just touched him lightly, he didn't slap the child.

What's the matter?

Qiao Wei glared at him, picked up Yan Xiang, and said angrily: "Let's go, we won't pay attention to Dad!"

Yan Xiang: "?"

The mother and son went into the house.

Yan Lei: "???"

Yan Lei was confused.

What happened when he went out?

He didn't do anything wrong, why did he suddenly change his face? He

was so good last night, I wish they could melt into each other.

What's the matter?

Yan Lei didn't know that he had done nothing wrong in this life, but it was hard to say about his previous life, or the parallel universe.

Qiao Wei became angrier and angrier as she thought about it.

Yan Lei loved Yan Xiang, and she could feel it deeply.

Then why did Yan Xiang become a taciturn and quiet boy in the original text? Is

it true that if there is a stepmother, there must be a stepfather?

She thought about it all the way while riding her bike, and finally figured it out.

In the original text, the original heroine Lin Xixi was determined to marry Yan Lei just to curry favor with him.

In order to tie down this man who would become a high-ranking official in the future, Lin Xixi tried her best to give birth to children for Yan Lei.

She gave birth to many children for Yan Lei, and gave birth to a large family with many children and grandchildren.

Yan Xiang is no longer Yan Lei's only son!

He is worthless if he has too many children. Daddy's love was divided.

Especially, Daddy didn't love the mother who eloped with his son and died. It's very likely that this kind of disgust also separated the father and son.

Ah, I'm so angry.

Yan Lei doesn't love Yan Xiang anymore, or at least he doesn't love Yan Xiang alone anymore.

When she thought that Yan Lei might hold his younger children in his arms and kiss them affectionately, love them, spoil them, give them money, give them new clothes, and give them delicious food and drinks, while Yan Xiang stood in the corner of the room and just watched quietly, Qiao Wei was furious!

She was angry all the way! How could she have a good face when she saw Yan Lei when she got home!

"Ignore him! We ignore him!" She said while sitting in the house hugging Yan Xiang.

Yan Xiang: "?" She

didn't really understand what was wrong with her mother.

"Mom, don't be angry." Yan Xiang patted her chest gently to comfort her.

Although she didn't understand, it didn't affect the little boy's gentleness and consideration for his mother.

Qiao Wei's nose was sore and tears almost fell.

This is her son.

She has memories.

After ten months of pregnancy, her belly was heavy and often tense.

It was difficult to turn over in sleep.

She was in so much pain on the delivery bed that she cried for daddy and grandma. Giving birth was almost life-threatening.

This is the child she gave birth to, and she has this memory.

Qiao Wei rationally knew that she had traveled through time and replaced the original Qiao Weiwei.

But now, both mentally and physically, she is Yan Xiang's real mother.

She couldn't stand the thought of having other children to share the love that Yan Xiang deserved. She

couldn't stand it at all!

"No children! Mommy, no children!"

Qiao Wei made a decision at this time.

Yan Xiang was confused.

"Mommy, don't have children. Xiangxiang will always be Daddy's only child!"

"Your daddy, don't even think about having other children!"

Yan Xiang thought about it and asked carefully, "Then I don't have any brothers or sisters either, right?"

Aunt Yang had whispered to him many times, asking him to ask Mommy and Daddy to give him more brothers and sisters. Only when there are brothers and sisters will the family be lively.

But Yan Xiang always felt that Junjun was too noisy and Wu Nier was too worrying. He was always worried that she would fall down when walking, so Yan Xiang never mentioned the matter of having brothers and sisters to Mommy and Daddy.

"Yes! No brothers or sisters. Our Xiangxiang is Dad's only child."

"He must love only you."

"Dad is Xiangxiang's father, no one can take him away."

Yan Xiang asked: "What about Mom?"

Qiao Wei said: "Mom is also Xiangxiang's mother, no one can take her away."

Yan Xiang was happy: "Okay, no brothers or sisters."

At this time, Yan Lei called Yan Xiang outside: "Xiangxiang, Xiangxiang - come out for a while, Xiangxiang -"

Yan Xiang looked at the window, then at her mother.

"Go." Qiao Wei let him go.

The mood calmed down.

She could be angry with Yan Lei, but she couldn't instill in Yan Xiang the idea that "Dad is not good."

He had to love his father too. Love is mutual. Yan Lei felt Yan Xiang's love for his father, and he would love this son more.

The father and son must love each other till they grow old and die.

Humph.

Yan Lei squatted and whispered to Yan Xiang: "What's wrong with Mom? What did you two talk about in the room?"

Yan Xiang said: "Talking about having a younger brother or sister."

"Huh?" Yan Lei didn't expect it to be this topic, and was surprised, "What did Mom say?"

"Mom said that she doesn't want to have a younger brother or sister, just me as a child."

Yan Lei rubbed his chin, thought, and asked: "Did you meet someone outside?"

Just... The sisters-in-law of comrades are sometimes very talkative, and like to meddle in other people's family affairs. Sometimes when you meet them, they will nag you.

Not to mention his sisters-in-law, even Lao Zhao had told him several times to have more children, because one too few was not safe.

But Yan Lei thought about Gangzi who couldn't recite the quotations and was still in the fifth grade, and looked at Huazi who had no idea, and Junzi who wiped his runny nose with his collar...

Yan Lei deeply felt that when it came to having children, quality was more important than quantity.

Yan Xiang's eyes were full of intelligence.

Several times he saw Yan Xiang reading a book, and he wondered if he could understand it. His mother said, "I taught him to read."

Obviously, his son inherited his mother's ability to learn. He will definitely be a cultured person in the future!

Yan Lei was very confident that his son could be worth ten other people's sons.

Of course, it would be better if there were nine more sons like this. It would be even better if there were a few more little girls as cute as flowers and snow.

Unfortunately, Qiao Wei refused to have another child.

She was scared when she gave birth to her first child.

Alas.

Yan Lei patted Yan Xiang on the back: "Go to Zhao Da's home to play with Junjun."

"Huh? But..."

Junjun was too noisy, and Yan Xiang didn't like playing with Junjun.

"Go, stay at Junjun's house until eleven o'clock and come back. Dad will reward you... well, three candies."

Yan Xiang's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"Really. Don't tell your mother."

Otherwise, both of them will be scolded.

"I won't tell!" Yan Xiang covered her mouth, "Then I'll go!"

He ran away quickly with his short legs.

Yan Lei stood up and went into the house.

Although he didn't know which nagging sister-in-law ran to her and made her angry, causing him to suffer this undeserved disaster, Yan Lei planned to make her calm down by making peace with her.

This has been proven in practice and is very effective.

Yan Xiang ran to play with Junjun, but Junjun was not at home.

"They all went out to ride their bikes." Captain Zhao greeted Yan Xiang with a smile, "Come, Xiangxiang, come, it's rare for you to play with Junjun. Come and have some peanuts."

The family had just bought a new 28-bar bicycle, and Gangzi rode it out to show off, and his younger brothers and sisters followed.

Captain Zhao drank and ate peanuts, no one disturbed him, and he was very happy.

Sister Yang came out, wiping her hands with her apron, and smiled when she saw Yan Xiang: "Xiangxiang is here. Where's your mother?"

She thought it was Qiao Wei, but there was no one else.

Yan Xiang said: "My mother is at home. My father asked me to come over to play."

Captain Zhao pulled him to the small table and sat him on a bench, feeding him peanuts: "Where's your father?"

Yan Xiang swallowed the peanuts: "He's talking to my mother at home."

Captain Zhao fed him another peanut: "What's the matter?"

He threw one into the air, tilted his neck and opened his mouth to catch it.

"Talking about having a younger brother or sister." Yan Xiang chewed the peanuts, "My father asked me to go home at 11 o'clock."

A wheezing sound rose from his trachea.

Zhao Dongsheng, the commander of the 15th Regiment of the 821st Division, was almost stronger than a peanut.

Sister Yang's laughter broke the sky.