The next day in the Chu family's yard, the child stopped crying, the husband sobered up, and the three of them finished their meal.
According to common sense, the sound of the waves should have continued, but Chu Yiqing was still furious and the temperature wouldn't drop no matter what he did.
She felt so ashamed, utterly embarrassed.
Her husband actually hugged her father and cried bitterly. What kind of man behaves like this?
Chu Yiqing opened the car door and watched Wang Xintong get in holding the windmill. Then he closed the car door with a bang. Wang Jianan was about to bend down to follow her in, but when he saw his wife like this, he stood aside awkwardly without saying a word.
"You ride back by yourself."
Wang Jianan's attitude was very good, "Yeah."
Even when he sobered up, he was still feeling very embarrassed. Fortunately, his father-in-law was picked up by the driver early in the morning and his mother-in-law was invited to see a performance, otherwise he would have been even more uncomfortable and would not have had time to eat.
Before Chu Yiqing got into the car, he glanced at Wang Jianan before closing the door.
Wang Jianan quickly knocked on the car window and said, "Drive slowly. I'll be there soon." After that, he waved to the car driving out of the yard.
From the moment Wang Jianan got up in the morning until now, he seemed as if he was half a head shorter than Chu Yiqing and kept putting on a forced smile.
Perhaps from the moment he insisted on hugging his wife to sleep last night, he was destined to live a life of relying on others' moods.
Chu Ci folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the door: "Brother-in-law, do you need an air tube? Your rear tire is a little flat!"
"No, no." Wang Jianan stepped over the bicycle frame and nodded to Chu Ci, looking like he was about to flee.
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Liu Yafang stood at the gate and shouted angrily:
"Bi Yue? Bi Yue? Where is it?!"
Bi Yue, with her camera hanging around her neck, heard someone calling her, one louder than the other. She poked her head out from her neighbor's house three doors down: "Mom, what are you doing?"
Liu Yafang muttered angrily, "What else are you doing? What do you mean?"
Until Bi Yue was one meter away from her, she stretched out her hands and said:
"Give me back my money and tickets? Look at how shabby I am. I owe your fat aunt some tofu tickets, and I owe the village store some soy sauce money. I searched my pockets and realized they were all there, and you took them all."
Bi Yue couldn't help laughing: "Just wait. I'll give it to you." She did that to protect herself from her uncle, but ended up forgetting to return it to her mother.
Liu Yafang followed Bi Yue and kept nagging:
"Are you so anxious about your camera? Look at you, you don't take pictures of good people, but take a bunch of useless pictures. I've never heard of taking pictures without taking pictures of people. Dani'er, you're just a spendthrift. As soon as you leave, someone will definitely say you're mentally ill!"
Bi Yue took out her small wallet and saw the food coupons:
"Mom, don't hoard this stuff. Use it while you can. In a few years, it won't be in circulation anymore. People in Kyoto don't pay much attention to this when buying things these days, unlike in the past. You'd better not spend money on it, it's not worth it. But I'd like to buy a whole set for my collection."
"What the hell? You're still playing with it? This stuff isn't even enough for a meal. You want to play with anything?!" Liu Yafang snatched the money and tickets and was about to turn around and leave when Bi Yue took a few tickets and placed them on the edge of the kang.
“Yeah, I haven’t taken a picture of it yet!”
Amidst Liu Yafang's mumbling, Bi Yue adjusted the camera and took a picture of the food coupons.
Grain coupons, tofu coupons, and oil coupons—all characteristic of the era. The top one said Longjiang Province, with notes priced at half a catty, one catty, three catties, and so on.
After staying in her hometown for so many days, only today did Bi Yue feel that this was what fun was all about.
She got up in the morning and took out the kerosene lamp.
At that time, her aunt had not returned to the county town yet. When she saw her taking pictures of the kerosene lamp with a camera, her aunt hurriedly took a towel to wipe it off, but she stopped her. She just wanted to feel the dust on the kerosene lamp.
After that, the whole family thought she had a mental problem.
She took pictures of the aluminum lunch box, the DHS thermos, and her desk.
In Bi Yue's opinion, apart from this shabby house, the other characteristic of the Bi family is this table.
On the very worn and paint-chipped desk, there was a large piece of glass, and underneath the glass were a mess of papers and photos.
There are small bills her mother kept track of, and small notes her father wrote down their addresses on, on pink and white paper. The most distinctive are the few black and white photos.
The photo of Chu Yifeng in military uniform with his parents is particularly eye-catching.
Bi Yue had been to the Zhao family, her uncle's house and Aunt Pang's house, and knew that other people's family photos were pinned on frames.
As for her house, well, maybe it’s because the mirror is not big and there is a crack running through it, so it’s different.
From then on, Bi Yue started taking pictures, taking photos of everything she could catch.
When she saw Goudaner come into the house with a few snowman popsicles in his hands, she also took pictures.
She even went to a convenience store with Goudaner. She also bought a popsicle. After taking a picture of the popsicle filled with pigmented water, she gave it to a passing child with pigtails and a red face.
The child followed her all the way. She stopped and turned around to ask what was going on. The little girl timidly waved her hands and said:
"I haven't said thank you yet."
After being busy all afternoon, Liu Yafang was so angry that she couldn't do anything about it, but she couldn't do anything about it. Now Bi Yue was in a hurry to go out.
Bi Yue ran to the house again with the camera, pushed open the kitchen door, and took a look, and was disappointed.
"Shanxing, have you finished feeding your brother?"
The two-year-old kid was sitting on a small stool. After he was full, he started to act naughty and stood up unsteadily. He had nothing else to play with, so he stood up and hugged the big stool instead, and started rocking back and forth. He heard the stool banging against the ground, making a clanging sound, and he giggled.
The four-year-old Shan Xing spoke very fluently and understood everything, just like a little adult, except that she was a little shabbily dressed. Hearing this, she nodded:
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