Lin Jingshu spent more than an hour drawing fifteen sheets of rubbing paper.
She knew all the characters she drew by heart, and if Gu Chengze hadn't been supervising her, she could have drawn more.
As a "connected person", Gu Jingqi successfully obtained the first batch of usage rights.
Hold the pencil in your hand and slowly trace the outline on the rubbing paper.
When Zhong Peining got off work, she didn't see her son coming to greet her. So when she went to the living room, she found that the little guy was concentrating on writing something.
When I got closer, I realized it was my brother-in-law's drawing.
Lin Jingshu recounted what happened in the afternoon, and Zhong Peining was surprised that her son was so cunning.
Maybe it's like my second brother said, I'm just being a little lamb in front of them.
"Mom, this is the best painting I've ever made. I'm giving it to you."
Gu Jingqi strongly stated that this was his first completed painting and asked his mother to put it in the office.
Dad has photos in Mom's office, and he wants to put the painting there too.
"Okay, okay, I'll bring it with me when mom goes to work."
Zhong Peining put it away carefully and talked about it with Gu Chengye before going to bed at night.
"Only my sister-in-law is willing to play with Xiao Qi."
Before they met, she was afraid that she would not get along well with this sister-in-law.
It seems that these past few days, she was just worrying for no reason.
Jingshu is a quiet person who doesn't talk much or gossip. She has a positive outlook on life and it won't be boring for the two of them to sit together and chat.
Zhong Peining works in a newspaper, responsible for the editing section. Although it is different from the pictorial, the essence is similar.
One is exposed to words, the other to paintings.
Many authors are not as they appear in their writings, and most of them are hypocritical.
There are always contradictions in communication, which often makes me feel troubled.
If she had an author as worry-free as Jingshu, she would wake up laughing in her dreams at night.
Gu Chengye put down the newspaper in his hand and held the person in his arms.
“My wife is amazing too.”
Zhong Peining laughed out loud, "You're the only one who knows how to please others. Xiao Qi just learned his bad habits from you."
The two were childhood sweethearts and grew up together. From childhood to youth, they witnessed each other's best years.
On the day of graduation, Gu Chengye said what he had kept in his heart for a long time, and the two of them naturally came together.
Get married, have children, raise them, and stay with him until the end of your life.
"It's unfair, my wife. I'm telling the truth. Xiao Qi must have learned bad things from the second brother. I'll teach him a lesson tomorrow."
"Don't, you still think it's just a childhood. Chengze is already married, so don't cause trouble."
"I see. It's getting late, let's go to bed."
Have a nice evening without talking about these brats.
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The snow that Lin Jingshu was looking forward to didn't fall until New Year's Eve.
She called home happily.
Ding Xiangzhi was roasting chestnuts at home when he heard the brigade's horn and called for his family to rush to the brigade headquarters as quickly as possible.
"Jingshu, is it Jingshu?"
"Mom, it's me. Is it snowing at home?"
Ding Xiangzhi smiled widely, nodded, and then realized that the girl on the other end of the phone couldn't see it. "It's raining, a thick layer. I'm sure there will be a good harvest next year."
According to the experience passed down by the older generation, if you cover yourself with three layers of quilts in winter, you will sleep on steamed buns as a pillow the next year.
The mother and daughter chatted for half an hour, and the cost of the call made by Lin Jingshu was deducted from this side.
Zeng Lingshu didn't care about the money. She was happy just chatting with her family. After greeting her mother-in-law, she took the initiative to leave. When she left, she asked Lin Jingshu to call for a while longer and not to worry about the phone bill.
Ding Xiangzhi sighed: "Your mother-in-law is a good person."
Lin Jingshu agreed with this. She had watched too many TV dramas about the conflicts between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, which almost made her have a traumatic experience in getting married.
Fortunately, my mother-in-law is not such a person.
When Gu Chengze came back from sweeping the snow outside, Lin Jingshu had just hung up the phone.
"Did Mom and Dad receive the things?"
"received."
Lin Jingshu smiled and said, "Not only did I receive it, I also showed it off to the team."
My mother said on the phone that after she married Gu Chengze, many people gossiped about her, but because they were concerned about my father's identity, they only dared to talk behind his back.
There is no wall that is impenetrable. When Ding Xiangzhi heard the news, he was immediately unhappy and rushed to the other party's house to make a big fuss.
The other party knew he was in the wrong and did not dare to cause trouble.
Ding Xiangzhi is the most protective of her daughter, and her daughter is the apple of her eye. If anyone dares to say something bad about her, she will be the first to disagree.
On New Year’s Eve, dumplings are an indispensable part of northerners’ New Year’s Eve dinner.
When Aunt Liu returned to her hometown during the holidays, Zeng Lingshu took the children to make dumplings.
"Big brother, go chop the vegetables, second brother, go knead the dough, third brother..."
The third child is stupid and can't do anything.
"Old Three, go light the fire."
In addition to gas, the kitchen also has a built-in stove.
When they first moved in, Gu Songshan strongly requested that it be made, saying that it brought back the flavor of his childhood.
Lin Jingshu is responsible for preparing the filling.
There are two kinds of fillings prepared, both meat and vegetarian.
The lotus roots shipped from the south by the supply and marketing cooperative were just fresh, so Zeng Lingshu bought a lot of them and used them to make dumplings and lotus root cakes.
Everything is ready, let’s make dumplings together.
Old Master Gu was also sitting at the dinner table helping out. He noticed his son coming back out of the corner of his eye and quickly called him over: "Songshan, come over and make dumplings. Didn't you see we were all busy?"
In response to his father's lecture, Gu Songshan pointed at his clothes helplessly and said, "Dad, you have to let me go back and change my clothes."
He was wearing formal clothes, and it was really inappropriate for him to go into the kitchen. The old man waved his hand and said, "Go up and change quickly, don't even think about being lazy."
"Grandpa, do the dumplings I made look good?"
Facing his beloved great-grandson, Grandpa Gu put on a smiling face and said, "It looks great. Our little Qi is really skillful. It looks much better than what your grandfather made."
Gu Songshan: ...
The old man still likes to expose his shortcomings in front of the children.
Gu Jingqi saw that the adults didn't pay attention to him, so he silently stretched out his sinful little hand.
Lin Jingshu noticed his little movement and coughed lightly.
Gu Jingqi's hand trembled and the noodles fell on the table. He looked at his aunt with his innocent big eyes.
Lin Jingshu: Acting cute is shameful!
Zhong Peining patted the flour on his hands and said, "Don't waste food. Stop making things worse. Go check the time."
Children have an inseparable obsession with dough. Whenever the family makes dumplings, Gu Jingqi lies at the table and stares at the adults with longing eyes.
Because of the Chinese New Year, he got a piece of dough for the first time.
The dumplings I showed the old man just now were made with the help of my mother.
Gu Jingqi looked back at the clock and trotted to wash his hands to complete the task given by his mother.
After a while, he came back and said, "Mom, the short hand is pointing to 11. Is it 11 o'clock?"
"right."
"It's already 11 o'clock."
A group of people were busy in the kitchen, completely unaware that time was passing quickly.
Lin Jingshu finished wrapping the last dumpling and said, "Mom, let's cook the dumplings. Chengze should have finished cooking by now."
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