"Deng Guoming, you're so heartless... I married you when you were a small editor, gave birth to your children, and took care of your parents-in-law until they were old, without a single complaint. Now I'm useless, old and ugly, and can't compare to those young girls out there, right?"
Deng Guoming frowned and said bitterly, "When did I ever say that to you? You're going too far."
"Mom and Dad, can you please stop arguing? I don't want Xiaochen's house. My current house is good, and our company is also planning to allocate a house to me."
"The small single rooms your company assigns are not as comfortable as our homes. I heard your grandfather's old house is going to be renovated into one that has its own bathroom, shower, and kitchen."
"Mom, just build it. I don't want it."
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Deng Chen, who was sitting in the living room for a while, was tired of watching the family quarrel. He stood up and said calmly, "This is the homestead documents for grandpa's house. It's all here. If you want the house, take it."
After saying that, he stood up and left.
"Wait a minute. Since you've given in, I'm not a heartless person. Xiaoqing's current house is yours. I'll let Xiaoqing and Qingqing move out in a few days."
"No."
"Xiaochen, be more stubborn than others." Deng Guoming knew that his youngest son had a stubborn temper, and he would not really let his son give up both houses.
To be honest, he is an incompetent father. The house allocated by the company is too small, so his eldest son used to live on the balcony.
Later, when Xiaochen came, he squeezed on the balcony with Xiaoqing.
Although Xiaoqing's mother didn't say anything, she never gave her youngest son a good look.
He saw it all, but couldn't change anything, so it would have been better if he didn't say anything. If he said too much, his wife would get angry.
This is all due to my own mistakes when I was young, so I can't blame anyone else.
But the child is innocent and cannot grow up being disliked by his stepmother for a long time.
Later, when he grew up a little, he recommended his youngest son to join the army. He originally had a bright future, but he was suddenly injured and one of his arms was disabled.
Wherever you go in the future, people will look at you strangely, and even if you get a job, you won’t be given important responsibilities.
I know that I owe my youngest son a lot, and I also know that I have let Xiaoqing and Xiaoqing's mother down. He is caught between two odds.
"I don't want to, Mom. Can you please stop doing such embarrassing things? The family has been divided a long time ago, and you regret it now. It's not fair to Xiaochen."
"Fair? Is his appearance fair to us? So what if we split it? You're the eldest in the family. No matter what, you should get the best of the family. This is what your father and I have worked hard to accumulate over the years. Besides, this is what your father owes us. You say that mom did shameful things, but have you ever thought about how your father treated us when he was having fun outside? Isn't he shameful?"
Deng Chen knew that it was his family's fault that he came into this world, and he didn't want to hear any of this.
After putting down the things, I walked out of the house directly.
He didn't stay in City Z for long, but went directly to the train station.
...
After my brother was discharged from the hospital, he only stayed at home for two days. Today, our family sent him on the train.
"Brother, remember to write a letter there."
"Yeah, I understand."
"We have enough material things at home now, so don't be frugal over there, and take care of yourself more."
"I know, Mom, Dad and Mom are cold, you can go back."
Ying Han followed his parents downstairs and watched his brother's train gradually go away before preparing to leave.
At this time, a train heading in the opposite direction was boarding passengers one after another.
Ying Han looked up and happened to see Comrade Deng. This time she saw it clearly. It was Comrade Deng.
Unfortunately, he was already in the car.
"Comrade Deng."
Ying Han shouted and turned to chase him.
Unfortunately, my mother stopped me and said, "Hanhan, don't run around. The train station is very chaotic."
"But Mom, I saw someone I know get on the train."
"We're already on the train. Let's say hello next time when we have time." Ying's mother pulled her daughter's arm to prevent her from wandering around.
"But..."
Ying Han pointed in that direction, not knowing how to explain it to his parents, so he had no choice but to give up.
He walked back with regret, looking back every few steps.
After Deng Chen sat down, he felt like someone was calling him and subconsciously glanced out the window.
As fate would have it, he happened to see the face on the left side of Ying Han.
He remembered this face very clearly; he was the one who painted it for Comrade Weiying.
Deng Chen was startled and quickly stood up. "Please move aside, comrade. I need to get off."
Deng Chen picked up his bag, quickly got out of the car and chased after him.
Unfortunately, he was still a step too late. He searched the entire train station but did not see any sign of Comrade Ying.
...
"Sister Leqin, your table is ready."
Ying Han came early in the morning because Sister Leqin's mother was out buying groceries and was not at home.
The two men took advantage of this opportunity to move the table in.
"This is normally a writing desk. It has two layers. When you need it, you can just pull it apart. There's a leg inside that can easily bear the weight. It's very stable. The gaps between the panels are also well-connected, almost invisible. It's two meters long and made of pear wood. It's okay, right?"
"It's pear wood, too. Perfect! Now I can study my clothes."
"Sister Leqin likes making clothes. Did you make this dress yourself?"
"Yeah, it looks good."
"It looks good, can you make one for me?"
"Hanhan, are you sure you want me to make it for you? I haven't studied anything professional, and I prefer making dresses, the kind you wear for performances."
"Well, I believe Sister Leqin. I like your white shirt very much."
"You have good taste. I spent a lot of time researching this. It also has a skirt, but it's not suitable for wearing now because it's cold. I can make a pair of pants instead. Come, let me measure your size first."
"OK."
"Let me make this clear first. This is good fabric. It's very smooth, won't wrinkle, and has a great drape. It's imported, so it's very expensive."
"Well, is the ten dollars I used to make the table enough?"
"That's enough, haha."
"Okay, deal."
"But we agreed that my mother couldn't know about this."
"OK."
....
Ying Changlin made great contributions here and was promoted by his superiors to deputy political commissar of the Z City Military Region.
When this news came out, the person who was most angry was Wang Erliang. He had worked hard for several years and had just climbed to the position of chief of staff of a regiment. He was sent to the countryside for a few years, and less than a year after he came back, he was directly skipped several levels. He was very unwilling to accept this.
Ying Changlin was promoted and needed to move to another large compound, called the North Compound, and was assigned to a three-story building.
Now the whole family was very happy.
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