In just a few days, Liu Yafang lost weight at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Bi Yue looked at her mother carefully. The ride home was a nightmare. She was already carsick, and with a fuel drum in the trunk, the car reeked of oil. Her father and uncle also smoked with the windows closed. How could anything be better? Her mother's face was sallow all the way.
When they got home, she hadn't had time to rest before her father sat down and ate and drank. It was all Liu Yafang's fault, as he had to prepare one meal after another.
"Eat, and I'll clean up after you're done. Don't you trust me with cooking, and you don't trust me with washing dishes? Just play poker with Bi Cheng."
As I walked into the house, I thought that the 1980s also had its bad points, and those bad points were quite obvious.
One is the inconvenient transportation, and the most important issue is the lack of equality between men and women.
Since he came back, her father has not done much work. He has been eating and drinking with a bunch of old men, noisily trying to gain the right to speak.
When talking about Kyoto, the topic turns to the leaders. It's nonsense. They keep asking what the leaders eat, drink and do in a day, as if they can see it.
They can even talk about someone two miles away, saying that someone is a big grain producer and giving a thumbs up to a stranger to praise him.
The women were all quietly preparing this and that at home. It seemed that they were all quite used to it and had no complaints.
Several people from the Bi family held wine glasses, but only Bi Cheng's cup contained sugar water.
Bi Tielin said:
"Sister-in-law, thank you for your hard work." These years, these dishes.
Liu Yafang, the most simple rural woman, understood everything with just one sentence and nodded with a smile:
"Tielin, it's not hard, it's all over. I knew that good days were coming for our family. Look at what we're eating. We're truly reunited this year."
Bi Tiegang then said to his brother, "Tielin, you've worked hard too."
Bi Yue rubbed her arms. Is it really that serious?
We are all rough people, so why are they all talking so harshly today?
She also held up a wine glass and said to Bi Cheng, "Brother, it's not easy for you to hang out with me. You've worked hard!" She tilted her head back and drank it first as a toast.
Bi Yue's eyes were filled with tears due to the spicy taste of the liquor. She smiled at everyone while Liu Yafang scolded her for being a drunkard just like her father.
She didn't expect that in just half a year, she would not only have a younger brother who would work hard with her, but she would also have a family.
The bag that her uncle, who had just been released from prison, secretly left behind with the first money he earned was shaped like Doraemon and contained a coat, pen, and schoolbag for her.
Gou'er surrounded her, watched her lying in the hospital, and held her with his little hands.
Her parents "love and hate" her.
Scene by scene, good and bad, she finally understood what she had been missing.
No matter where a person is, he needs family to share his success and failure. That is called a sense of belonging.
Bi Yue picked up her chopsticks and picked up some food, listening to her uncle reminiscing about how they celebrated the Spring Festival in the 1960s. When she heard that her parents had decided to go to Kyoto, she smiled, but she didn't join in the conversation. Instead, she thought:
In 1985, she generated nearly 100,000 yuan in revenue.
In the new year, she will take another step forward.
Chu Yifeng, I will work harder. How about you? Happy New Year!
…
"Yueyue, Happy New Year..." Chu Yifeng, who was only wearing a black cross-body vest, picked up the pen and stopped writing.
Whether you look at him from near or far, he looks stronger.
The biceps are thick and hard.
It was obvious that he could have made a living in front of Bi Yue with his handsome face, but he ran away on Qing Jun's route.
His skin became darker and rougher, wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes when he smiled, and his palms were covered with thick calluses.
Chu Yifeng was brewing his emotions, and he planned to write a moving letter to Bi Yue.
How strong are the emotions?
Well, let Bi Yue take it out and read it when she has nothing to do. When she sees the letter, it is as if he is standing in front of her. She can't help but think about it and even cry.
When Chu Yifeng thought about Bi Yue being like that, it was over. It was still unknown how Bi Yue would react after receiving the letter. He felt disappointed for a moment.
His eyes were filled with tenderness, and when his emotions were at their strongest, he wrote: "Yueyue, I really miss you."...
The door was kicked open, and the young man outside shouted, "Captain Chu, Happy New Year!"
x! Chu Yifeng exhaled a breath. He was interrupted again. Writing a letter is not easy. This is the twentieth time, right?
I couldn't turn my face away, so I could only look back and nod:
"Oh, Happy New Year to you too."
He turned back and thought again, and after a few seconds, he wrote: "Grow your hair long for me, until it reaches your waist..."
"Captain Chu, Happy New Year!"
Chu Yifeng nodded repeatedly: "Yeah, happy new year. Um, who? Please open the door for me." Then he lowered his head and wrote:
"Yueyue, I'm going to train even harder in the new year and work hard to get promoted so I can have my own office!"
Wang Daniu rushed in with a washbasin in his hand: "Captain, we're about to have the New Year's Eve dinner. Wash your face. Can you please pay attention to your appearance?"
It can be seen that the once handsome Chu Yifeng is now in trouble with the special forces, and even Wang Daniu despises him.
Chu Yifeng stared at the ceiling in silence, eager to express his emotions, but why was he always interrupted?
But he didn't know that his good popularity, which was a problem, actually made someone feel uncomfortable in his eyes.
Junhui was still holding a can in his big hand. He stood in the corridor, feeling indescribable for a moment. The only thing he was sure of was that the feeling was not just jealousy.
The "little follower" behind him who had a good relationship with him said casually:
"Captain, Deputy Captain Chu is really... so are the others in our squadron. You're the leader, so why do you call the deputy captain Captain Chu? Isn't this intentional? Deputy Captain Chu doesn't even correct me, and he just agrees when I ask him to."
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