Lin Changchun went out early in the morning. He heard that an old friend of his had returned, so he went to see his old friend.
He is now in the limelight in front of his old friends because of that car. No matter whether people ask him or not, he always says - my eldest grandson helped me build it. It runs so fast that I don't even have to pedal hard.
In fact, whether it is a bicycle or an electric bicycle, he is the only one among his old friends who has one, and they are all envious and jealous.
This year, Gu Yun invited Lin Jingbei to Shanghai to celebrate the New Year. The boy was a daddy's boy and a mama's boy, so he refused. He still wanted to spend the New Year with his family more. However, he also said that he would go to see him on the second day of the New Year.
At that time, the family of five went to Shanghai to play for a few days, and Li Xianglan and Lin Changchun also agreed to go.
I bought two new sets of clothes in preparation for this trip to Shanghai.
After lunch, the family of three sat in the small room where the stove was placed, chatting and reading.
That’s right, just reading.
I'm afraid that outsiders would be amazed at the strong learning atmosphere in this family.
One person holds a book in his hand and reads it with great interest. When he sees something interesting, he will tell the other two people about the plot and his thoughts.
A pot of tea, a stove, three books, and three people—that's what happiness is.
Warmth flows in the small house, while the cold wind howls outside.
Time always flies quickly. Song Chen received a call from Song Zidong, and the family of three was about to set off.
Because it was cold at night, Lin Jingbei was too lazy to ride his bike, even though it was an electric bike and even though it was very fast, he thought it would be better to sit behind the bike and let his father block the wind.
Lin Changchun would also be there in the evening, and Li Xianglan could just ride in the same car with him.
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The leaves on the branches outside had almost all fallen off half a month ago, leaving only bare branches, like a big forehead without bangs covering it.
It's a bit funny because it's so abrupt.
There were no swallows on the power lines, and the laughter of many children could be heard at the intersection.
When a few people arrived at Song Zidong's house, they heard his daughter's piercing cry at the door.
She cried so hard, and she didn't know how she had offended the little girl.
The second brother, Chen Song, was plucking chicken feathers in the yard. When he saw a few people, he called out, "Come on, come in and sit down."
Song Chen: "What's wrong with the little girl?"
Song Song: "Hasn't she met Aunt Jiajia and Aunt Qinqin? She doesn't want to be hugged by two people. She will cry if she is hugged."
When I entered the house, the living room was full of people. No wonder the little girl was shy.
Song Qinqin had big permed hair, two big earrings hanging on her earlobes, and red lips. She looked very fashionable. She also had red nail polish on her hands and spoke a local dialect that sounded half-foreign.
Song Jiajia hasn't changed much, except that she's become whiter and looks more mature.
When the children saw Lin Lu's family coming, they all stood up and said, "Uncle, Aunt, Xiaobei."
Lin Lu replied: "You're all back, that's great, you've all grown up."
Because Song Xixi studies locally, she goes home quite often. She comes back during school holidays and becomes quite familiar with her little niece.
"Aunt, why did you come just now? I really want to talk to you."
She left the child to her eldest brother and came over to sit next to Lin Lu.
Lin Jingbei, whose seat was taken away: “…”
Song Jiajia didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "That's Xiaobei's seat, why are you squeezing him?"
Song Xixi grinned playfully and discussed with Lin Jingbei: "Brother, go sit in my seat and have a good chat with your sister Jiajia. I'll chat with my aunt for a while."
But she wasn't the only one who wanted to talk to Lin Lu, everyone wanted to, and they hadn't shared anything with their aunt in the past six months.
Lin Jingbei sat down at her previous seat. Just as she sat down, she saw Song Nan, who was wearing the same black down jacket as her. He smiled brightly at her. Lin Jingbei was confused: "What are you so happy about?"
Song Nan leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Can you teach me how to modify a bicycle?"
As soon as his sister came back, she took him to the store to buy a bicycle. Song Nan had always dreamed of having a bicycle.
The down jacket is the most fashionable style that Song Qinqin brought from Guangcheng. Everyone in the family bought one. She has already given one to her second uncle's family, and the ones in her second aunt's family are still at home and will be taken back later.
But it was a coincidence that Song Nan and Lin Jingbei wore the same clothes, but Lin Jingbei was slightly better. Tall people are clothes racks, and they look good in anything they wear.
Song Nan doesn't care. As long as they can wear the same clothes as Xiaobei, they are all handsome guys.
What's more, what excites him most now is that he has a bicycle. He heard that Lin Jingbei can convert the bicycle into an electric one, so he also wants to do it.
Lin Jingbei: "Let's talk about it another day."
Song Nan: "Can't we do it now?"
Lin Jingbei looked at him and said, "You don't have any spare parts. Do you have motors and batteries?"
Indeed not.
Song Nan: "Then I'll come to your house tomorrow and you can teach me."
Lin Jingbei: "Not tomorrow, I need to clean up. Maybe we can wait until after the New Year."
"What are you two whispering about?" Song Zidong asked.
At the end of the year, Song Chen gave him a big red envelope and bought nice and expensive clothes for his wife and children.
Song Nan spoke frankly: "Let Xiaobei help me modify the bicycle."
Song Zidong: "Then why are you speaking so quietly? You're like a thief."
Song Nan: "I'm afraid of interrupting you guys. You guys can talk about your own things, and Xiaobei and I will talk about ours. We young people don't talk to you old people."
Song Zidong couldn't believe it: "We old people, do you know what you are talking about?"
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