Over the years, Meng Qinghe has made very few decisions on family matters, and the number can be counted on one's fingers. But as long as he makes the decision, no one can object.
When they were young, they split up the family, sent their eldest son to the army, and let their youngest son work in a machinery factory...
The old man remained silent, and Xing Cui probably understood what was going on. "You think it's inappropriate?"
"My dear, your idea is wrong!" Meng Qinghe thought that maybe that nosy person had instigated something in front of his wife. "What is the relationship between Xiao Huan and Ze Yan? There is an eight-year age difference between them! She married Ze Yu, not sold herself to our family."
What kind of people have they become? They say they treat Xiao Huan as their own daughter, but in reality they are thinking of turning her into their eldest son's daughter-in-law.
Regardless of whether others poke their spines or not, Meng Qinghe himself thinks that his family is shameless.
That's not how it's done!
Besides, those who are so talkative might make up a story that Xiao Huan seduced Meng Zeyan, which would be so unpleasant.
Xing Cui understood all these principles. The problem now was not that her thinking was wrong, but that Meng Zeyan's thinking had gone astray!
She still had to take this precaution, "Oh~, if only they could agree on their own, that would be great!"
What he said just now was in vain. Meng Qinghe shook his head and said, "Impossible. I trust Ze Yan's character. He is a very upright person."
Xing Cui had a lot of rebuttals in her mind, but she forced herself to hold them back.
I don't know if it's decent or not, but shamelessness is real!
Tang Huan came out of the house after washing the dishes. The old couple had not returned yet, so she closed the kitchen door and went back to her room.
On the desk were the things she had put down, including wool and a wooden box.
She hasn't opened the wooden box since she got it. She sits beside the desk and stares at it.
I don't know how long it was before I reached out and opened it.
A red agate bracelet lay quietly in the box, the color was clear and moist, and each bead was round and flawless.
Beautiful and delicate, Tang Huan picked up the bracelet, stroked each bead carefully and put it back.
He stood up, took the box and put it in the closet.
There was also a box in her closet, which was Meng Zeyu's stuff given by the person who bought her job last time.
Meng Zeyan had read the diary, but he had never opened the box. Tang Huan also didn't open it when he brought it back, and kept it in the closet.
Originally wanting to put the two boxes together, Tang Huan took out Meng Zeyu's box after hesitating.
It was placed in the bottom corner of the cabinet to collect dust. I will burn this box for him during the Qingming Festival, along with the diary.
These are all Meng Zeyu’s privacy, it’s best to burn them.
After that, when she went to school, Tang Huan took the wool and knitting needles and learned to knit a scarf from Feng Sisi.
Scarves are relatively easy to knit, as long as you get the width right.
At the beginning, during breaks in the class, only Feng Sisi and Tang Huan knitted scarves. Later, many female classmates followed suit and bought wool.
Now, during break time, everyone takes out wool from the desk drawer and starts knitting. They can also teach each other patterns. The atmosphere in the class is more harmonious than ever before.
The first color Tang Huan started to weave was black, because Comrade Lao Meng went to work every day and it was cold on the road.
After knitting the black scarf, I will start knitting the red one.
Only after giving the two scarves to the old couple did Tang Huan start knitting the gray one.
In fact, she felt that gray was very suitable for Meng Zeyan at first sight, and she was just insincere when she said she was knitting it for herself.
After leaving the cinema, Meng Zeyan called home on the fourth day and said that he would not be back in the near future, and then he lost contact with them.
Having learned from the previous experience, Xing Cui was not so worried. As the weather got colder, she was busy storing vegetables, firewood and coal briquettes.
It's winter now. Meng Zeyan hasn't contacted his family for a month, and Tang Huan has already tied his gray scarf.
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