Jiang Yun's heart skipped a beat.
According to this, the original owner Jiang Jun must have been very close to her grandmother's family.
A baby in swaddling clothes is closest to the person who holds and raises her.
But this alone is not enough to explain why Zhang Xiuying always dislikes her. There must be some other reason.
"Dad, I don't remember anything about my childhood with grandma." Jiang Jun could only play dumb. She knew nothing at all.
Jiang Yonghua's expression softened completely. His father-in-law and mother-in-law were very reliable people, but somehow they gave birth to an unreliable child like Zhang Xiuying. "Children have poor memories. It's amazing that they can remember things after they started school. When you first came back, it took you three months to call me mom and dad."
Jiang Jun blinked, unable to believe it: "You didn't call anyone for three months?"
A child who doesn’t talk and ignores others definitely doesn’t like to play. No wonder he has no friends!
Jiang Yonghua shook his head as he recalled it. "Yeah, he would just squat in the corner, staring at anyone who came, without saying a word. He would usually go three days without saying a word. At that time, we all thought you took after your grandfather's temper. Your grandfather would ignore people for ten days or half a month."
Jiang Jun was really dumbfounded: "So, no one has ever noticed that I can't speak?"
Jiang Yonghua thought for a moment and said, "It seems you caught a cold and had diarrhea for two days. When I got home from get off work, I took you to the hospital. I happened to meet Dr. Mao, the doctor who delivered you. She was the one who discovered the disease."
Jiang Jun almost burst into tears: "Dad, what if you work overtime for a week before coming back?"
Is she already gone?
Jiang Yonghua was silent. He spent very limited time at home. Most of the time, he was arguing with Zhang Xiuying and hardly paid any attention to his eldest daughter. Only Jiang Lan would come to him to act coquettishly and ask for hugs and candy.
If Jiang Jun hadn't broken his head and been admitted to the hospital, he would never have been so close to his eldest daughter.
Political Commissar Qi was right in criticizing him.
"Even when you're not feeling well, you don't even complain. You're just listless," Jiang Yonghua said vaguely. In his memory, his eldest daughter didn't even have any expression. That time when she had diarrhea and soiled her clothes, she was beaten by Zhang Xiuying. Her body was covered in bruises. Doctor Mao couldn't help but gasp when she examined her in the hospital. If he said this, his eldest daughter would definitely hate Xiuying. "Unlike Xiaolan, who cried so loudly when she was born that you could hear her in the hospital corridor."
Jiang Jun raised his eyebrows. Isn't this just a replica of Zhang Xiuying?
This mother and daughter look alike and have similar temperaments. They will definitely be a good match if they go out together.
It seems that the crying child gets the milk, which has a solid social foundation.
"Dad, how about my cotton-padded jacket and trousers? Should I ask Aunt Bai, He Xiangdong's mother, to make them for me?" Jiang Jun took the initiative to bring the subject back. Asking further would have become blaming. Her original intention was just to show her ability in front of Jiang Yonghua so as to gain his support.
Jiang Yonghua was still immersed in the guilt of neglecting his daughter when he suddenly changed the subject, and was stunned for a moment: "Bai Xiuzhen? Doesn't she still have to go to work? How can she have time to do it for you?"
Jiang Jun picked up a piece of dough, added a spoonful of sugar to it, and imitated Jiang Yonghua in making dumplings: "I drew two patterns for Aunt Bai, and she loved them. She even taught me how to knit sweaters and make clothes. I'm just clumsy and didn't learn it. When she was making them, I helped her. Even now, I can only hem and sew buttonholes."
She knows a lot of things now. What Bai Xiuzhen taught her, in her opinion, is just drawing geometric shapes, and making clothes is just sewing plane geometry into three-dimensional geometry.
However, she must keep a low profile. There are loud speakers everywhere, and people like to ask questions and talk a lot, so she must be cautious.
Fortunately, she didn't know any needlework or housework before, which allowed her to maintain her freshness and enthusiasm for manual labor.
Jiang Yonghua had no reason to object. His daughter had already learned how to interact with others. From not calling mom and dad to building good relationships with others, she was leaping from the ground up to the sky. "Okay, I'll take your mom out later. You can go find some cloth and some cotton and go to their house."
Jiang Yun smiled and said, "Dad, go help me pick out some fabric. I think you have better taste than me."
Anyway, she would not touch the things in Zhang Xiuying's hand herself, so as to avoid giving her a handle and being scolded by Zhang Xiuying one day.
Jiang Yonghua opened the steamer lid, took out the steamed cornmeal cakes, and added a ladle of water. He replaced the pot curtain, covered it with a steaming cloth, neatly placed the buns, and closed the lid again.
When I turned around, Jiang Yun had already cut the steamed cake into pieces with a knife.
Each piece of steamed cake is embedded with a dark red date, which is golden in color and has an enticing aroma.
Jiang Yonghua put the steamed cake on a plate and held it in his hand: "Xiaojun, you and Xiaolan eat first, I'll go get the fabric."
He finally understood what his eldest daughter was thinking, which was that she didn't want to conflict with Zhang Xiuying.
Jiang Jun smiled and winked at Jiang Yonghua.
She admired this point about Jiang Yonghua. Even if he was angry, he would not vent his anger and hurt innocent people. Instead, he would do the things in his hands in an orderly manner and do them well.
Being able to do your job well without being affected by emotions is the quality of a first-class executor. If you have a good leader and work together, you will be invincible!
Jiang Yonghua's gaze was indeed as Jiang Yun wished, and he picked out the most beautiful piece of fabric among the few pieces of fabric in the house for making a coat.
When Zhang Xiuying sat down to drink cornmeal paste, her face was long and the tables and chairs were clattering loudly.
Jiang Jun didn't care whether Zhang Xiuying was happy or not. Since Zhang Xiuying didn't act like a mother in front of her, there was no need for her to wait for her mother's care like a daughter.
She happily ate the steamed cake: "Dad, the red dates are so delicious, especially sweet!"
After breakfast, Jiang Jun put on her military jacket inside out, and put on a large scarf to cover most of the army green cotton jacket. She tied the cloth and cotton that Jiang Yonghua gave her into a small bundle and went to find He Xiangdong with it.
He Xiangdong was just about to go out and play with his classmates when he saw Jiang Jun. He rushed over and put his arm around her shoulders. "Xiao Jun, where have you been these past few days? I went to your house looking for you, but you weren't there. What are you holding? A red scarf and a green cotton-padded jacket. You're dressed like a sister-in-law returning to her parents' home. Haha!"
Jiang Jun put one hand on her waist and the other hand tightly hugged her bundle: "I came here to learn how to make clothes from your mother. How can I look like your sister-in-law? I look more like your sister!"
"You're two months younger than me, so it's more appropriate for you to call me sister!" He Xiangdong turned around and shouted into the house, "Mom, Xiaojun is here, looking for you!"
Bai Xiuzhen came out with a smile: "Xiaojun is here? Wow, the scarf you are wearing is so pretty, it makes your face look so white!"
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