MTL - It’s a Stepmother, Not a Sister [70s]-Chapter 95 peach blossom

After Jiang Shuangling gave birth, her family did not allow her to work hard. According to Zhao Yinghua, a woman should rest for at least a year after giving birth to a child. Well, don't stand and hold the baby...

The family treats her as porcelain.

Although Jiang Shuangling heard one and two big ones, she also knew that it was the kindness of her family, so she had to accept it.

Jiang Che and Qi Yue hugged her thighs, but unfortunately they couldn't let their mother (sister) hug them.

The two of them are quite heavy and have a lot of weight.

Qi Yue next to him said, "It's your strength that has become weaker."

Qi Yue surrounded his younger brother and boasted: "My younger brother is really cute."

"Eeeeeeeee?" The baby boy made a series of childish sounds.

Jiang Che: "It's fragrant, with a milky scent."

Little Huihui spit out a few bubbles.

Qi Yue widened his eyes in surprise, "He can blow bubbles like a little goldfish."

Jiang Shuangling: “…”

Yes, the little one can play with bubbles now.

Little boy, this is the handsome boy she wrote on the "letter".

He Junsheng.

Wang Xueshu looked up and down at Jiang Shuangling in front of her, "Little Jiang, why are you the same as before you gave birth to a child? It doesn't seem to change."

"Comrade Jiang, you are still pretending to be tender **** in front of me."

From her point of view, Jiang Shuangling's figure in front of her immediately returned to its original shape, and her facial features did not change at all. What's even more hateful is that this guy even wore two braids to pretend to be tender!

This black and long braid hangs down on her chest, her face has a little baby fat, her apricot eyes are watery, and her facial features are pretty.

Looks like an unmarried girl of sixteen or seventeen.

Jiang Shuangling picked up the two braids on her chest and said casually, "I was originally a tender ginger."

"There is no other way, the family is too poor, so I can only turn out the old clothes and wear them again."

She did deliberately comb two braids, because when she got up early and looked in the mirror, she suddenly remembered that she came to the 1970s around this time last year, looking at the girl with braids in the mirror, It took her days to accept that it was herself.

Such a pure dress is worth remembering.

So she dressed herself like this again this morning. Although she was married and had children, she didn't look much different from last year. Of course, the biggest change might be her **** getting bigger. a bit...

"Bah, you old ginger, I now find that you are quite thick-skinned, little Jiang. When you first came, I thought you were a weak, weak-skinned girl. "

Remembering the original incident, Jiang Shuangling smiled, "Yes, in your eyes, I am the little white flower who is bullied and cried by Qi Heng every day."

"Little white flower?! This description fits you very well." Wang Xueshu tutted twice.

"Don't talk nonsense, where is the match."

"I said that you are pretending to be young now, dare you go around the little warrior pile, your good brother is probably **** off."

"What good brother, don't talk nonsense."

Wang Xueshu took down the stage, "I can hear you calling me brother from the next door."

They are all neighbors, sometimes the sound is a little louder and can be heard next door.

"I don't have the stickiness of your brother and sister. How does it feel to be a sister? A good brother, love brother, your brother Heng."

Jiang Shuangling hugged her chest and learned Qi Heng's old dog expression exactly like it, she said with a cold and pretty face, "That's because you didn't hear him call me good sister. when."

Wang Xueshu's chin fell to the ground, "You are talking nonsense, little Jiang."

Jiang Shuangling: "...the matter between husband and wife is not enough for outsiders."

Wang Xueshu hurriedly said: "Don't say it, your expression just now looks like your family. If you talk to me like this every day, I will be scared to death."

"You have to look at our family's Junsheng to suppress the shock."

As soon as Jiang Shuangling heard the name, the corner of her mouth twitched, and she immediately thought of another name, "You really set the child to be Junsheng?"

"Of course, He Junsheng, doesn't it sound good?"

"The name sounds nice..." Don't say, He Junsheng looks like a very good name on the surface, like an elegant little scholar.

Junsheng Junsheng, Junsheng in Shili Baxiang.

However...Jiang Shuangling remembered the sentence Wang Xueshu added "as handsome as the child born to my beautiful mother", so she called Junsheng, and she felt that she could not look directly at the name.

"Where's your beautiful boy? Why don't you take him out to bask in the sun?"

"Don't yell, our child is little gray, Qi Hui."

"How can Xiao Huihui have a good voice, Qi Meisheng, if you don't like it, you can change it to Jiang Sheng?"

Jiang Shuangling: "You forgive me."

"Twin?"

Jiang Shuangling: "Why isn't your child called He Xuesheng?"

"My son's name is He Xuesheng, and your son's name is Qi Lingsheng?"

Jiang Shuangling: "...that's not as good as Qi Shuangsheng."

Wang Xueshu: "...or Meisheng sounds better."

"You say I'll fight you again."

"Haha, let your Qiying come to fight with my old man, don't hit other places, it's better to slap in the face."

"Every time I see his face, it reminds me of what the child will look like when he grows up."

"I don't want to see it."

Jiang Shuangling was speechless and choked: "Why am I the head of the group in silence."

Married to such a disgusting old man next door.

"Sorry, I want to sigh, it would be great if your beautiful son was a girl, our daughter-in-law after Junsheng, childhood sweetheart, no guessing..."

Jiang Shuangling: "...why isn't your Junsheng a girl?"

Wang Xueshu: "If my daughter looks like Lao He... I'm sorry for my daughter."

"You say this every day, Head He should be uncomfortable."

"It was him who said that at the beginning."

"Forget it, let's not talk about this, the child is finally born."

"No, I'm exhausted."

Jiang Shuangling and Wang Xueshu sighed with empathy.

Wang Xueying, who was passing by, said with disgust, "Why are you tired? I am tired. The two little ancestors, do you still want to send letters to you?"

Wang Xueshu: "Sister, if you want to send it, then I will write it."

Wang Xueying: "Sister, you want to give me more money!

Qi Yan received something sent from her mother all the way.

I didn't want to open it on the way, so I took it home all the way. When my wife saw the package in his hand, she asked curiously, "What are you taking?"

"My mother sent it to me."

"As you said before?"

"Well, my mother gave me a sweater. I'll try it later, and then go to the photo studio to take a picture. My mother said she wanted to see a picture of me wearing it."

"Yeah." Cheng Mingxi nodded, "I also want to see what kind of sweater your mother made for you?"

"My mother said that it suits me very well, I wear a special spirit, no matter what, this is my mother's heart, I will try it later, even if it is not suitable, I will do it Son's, you don't have to wear it to go out for a walk."

"How can a son dislike his mother's ugly clothes."

When Qi Yan took out the sweater...

Qi Yan stared at the pimple on the sweater: "!…

Cheng Mingxi turned to look at her husband's hand: "?????"

The corner of Qi Yan's mouth twitched, it was really difficult to accept this holey style sweater, he felt unbelievable, "My mother actually thinks I'm suitable to wear this sweater??? How many pimples are there? Is this leaking air?? This sweater can still keep warm?!”

Cheng Mingxi hesitated for a moment, "Maybe it's because Mom thinks it's not cold here, so she poked a few more holes for you?"

"I'll send you a thick sweater, you won't die of heat."

"It's not bad to break a few holes, it's suitable for us here, your mother... It's quite caring."

Qi Yan stared at the sweater in his hand, his face twisted.

Cheng Mingxi instigated: "Deputy Master Qi, hurry up, put on your clothes and go take pictures, our mother is so caring, don't let your mother's heart be let down."

Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three spring rays."

Qi Yan: "…"

My mom might as well send me a rag bag.

Anyway, Qi Yan still stood in front of the mirror and put on the tattered sweater that his mother knitted for him.

Ugly is not ugly.

I just feel that this clothes is shameless to wear out, and when I wear it out, others will probably look at him like a gorilla.

Qi Yan: "…"

"Vice Qi, are you still not going out to take pictures?"

Qi Yan vetoed: "I won't go, and I won't go out if I'm killed."

If he goes out this door today, it will not be a joke in their compound, tomorrow everyone will say that Qi Fu is wearing a ragged sweater to go out...

—It was woven "by hand" by his old mother.

I removed it from my old sweater, full of old mother's concerns...

Cheng Mingxi looked at him with joy, "You go, why don't you go? You have promised Mom, how can you talk like a man?!"

"You said before that you wear all the rag bags out?"

"You regret it so soon?"

…

Qi Yan was wearing the sweater on his body and after doing a series of psychological counseling, he felt that it was always a piece of his mother's mind, stretching his head was a knife, shrinking his head was a knife, he should take a picture- In fact, he was kicked out by the Qi family's daughter-in-law who was watching a good show.

Cheng Mingxi: "If you don't take the photo, don't come back."

Not only that, she also confiscated Qi Yan's coat.

Qi Yan scolded in her heart, "Go, go, is it possible that I'm still afraid? Is it just a piece of clothes?"

Qi Yan gritted his teeth, and walked into the photo studio wearing a suit of clothes.

The owner of the photo studio almost stared out his eyes.

Qi Yan regretted not taking her daughter-in-law to take pictures.

He had a sullen face, and he stood up straight, feeling that he was upright, and he stood up with the rigid temperament of an uncle of the People's Liberation Army.

However…

Just as he was about to take a photo and was about to leave, the owner of the photo studio stopped him and asked shyly, "How did you knit this sweater? I want my family too. Make me one."

Qi Yan: "...?????"

Qi Yan felt that his three views were almost reshaped, how can this thing still look good? !

He returned home with a shocked expression on his face, not to mention, after he walked around the family home in a tattered sweater, someone in the family home actually came to inquire about his sweater made.

Looks so stylish!

Qi Yan: "Can this dress look good?"

He stared at himself in the mirror in disbelief, wondering if there was something wrong with the world or himself.

Qi Yan called his old mother in a trance.

"Mom, why did you make me such a dress?"

Zhao Yinghua sighed in her heart, "What? Isn't this dress good-looking? Don't you want to send the photo to mom? Have you sent the photo?"

Qi Yan: "...Mom, why did you call me such a sweater first?"

"This sweater is very beautiful, many men here wear one."

Qi Yan felt a bit of a toothache and couldn't imagine such a scene: "...Rongcheng people's preferences are actually like this..."

The place of Rongcheng really made him feel indescribable.

It looks like it came out of the hole.

If you can see this scene.

-- I think his stomach hurts from laughing.

Zhao Yinghua rolled her eyes and said calmly, "Little Wu, he's wearing it, and his daughter-in-law also made one for him."

Qi Yan over there took a deep breath, "I want to see the picture of the fifth brother wearing this dress, and I want the picture of Xiaowu!

A strange curiosity arose in Qi Yan's heart, and that curiosity burned a raging fire of desire in his body.

As long as he can see Xiao Wu wearing this dress, no matter what he asks him to do, he will do anything.

Xiao Wu's photo will be kept for a lifetime.

Zhao Yinghua promised over there: "Okay, I will ask your brother to take photos, you can send the photos first."

Qi Yan: "Okay, I'll send the photo, Mom, don't lie to me."

Hang up the phone, Zhao Yinghua went to her young daughter-in-law to discuss this matter, Jiang Shuangling felt that their family could go and take another family photo, after all, there was a new little guy in the family, so it is understandable to take a photo .

Zhao Yinghua pushed her arm and instigated: "Miss Jiang, remember to make your brother put on clothes."

Jiang Shuangling glanced at her mother-in-law helplessly, and now her mother-in-law actually started to call her Jiang Mei.

I have something to do with Jiang Mei, and I have nothing to do with my daughter-in-law, Xiao Jiang.

Mother-in-law is also very funny.

Jiang Shuangling had no choice but to go to Qi Heng, and she deliberately said in a soft and sweet voice: "Brother, Jiang Mei has something to ask you."

Qi Heng: "...you call me good brother more often."

…

"Okay, I'll wear it to take a photo."

Qi Heng agreed.

He even promised to put on that rabbit fur vest and take pictures together.

However, on the day of the photo shoot, Jiang Shuangling and Zhao Yinghua found that things were not so simple. Qi Heng did indeed wear a tattered sweater and a rabbit fur vest, but it was wrapped in a strict Solid military coat.

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No one else can take off his clothes.

Jiang Shuangling snickered, thinking that this dog man is quite burdened by idols, she is holding her own man's hand, and she still loves him in the end. .

"Mom, my brother was wearing clothes to take pictures."

"Second brother just wants to see the picture of brother Heng wearing a sweater? He is wearing it. Mom, can you prove it, or brother, you will leak some wool and knots?"

Zhao Yinghua: “…”

Zhao Yinghua on the side is just like that.

After all, the little daughter-in-law is right, Xiaowu is wearing clothes and taking pictures.

So later Qi Yan called repeatedly to confirm, Zhao Yinghua responded: "I sent it, I sent it, Xiao Wu wore that sweater when taking pictures, don't worry."

When the smart and "superb" Deputy Master Qi received the photo, he almost didn't get so angry that his liver hurt. Is this called wearing? ?

…

The tiles were still wet, two or three little roosters came out for a walk along the fence, the snow-white little rabbit nests chewed radishes in the box, and the bicycles parked under the eaves were cleaned again.

Jiang Shuangling stared at the scenery in the yard.

It has been a year since she met Qi Heng.

When I first met, it was when three or two peach blossoms bloomed.

They have been married for almost a year.

Jiang Shuangling turned out the marriage certificate of the two. The marriage certificate of this year is still handwritten. There is a black and white photo of the two side by side in the upper right corner. A man in military uniform, and a simple girl with braids next to her.

It really does look...a period style.

In the beginning, Jiang Shuangling threw the marriage certificate all over the place, but now she feels that such a photo with a sense of the times still has to be kept.

Wait forty or fifty years later, this is an antique photo.

She had to keep the photo clear.

This is a real old photo!

Jiang Shuangling let her thoughts fly in her mind and imagined the future.

If the naughty grandchildren post it on Weibo, can netizens comment: - The most beautiful grandparents.

Jiang Shuangling: “…”

Jiang Shuangling stared at the black and white photos on the marriage certificate again, and felt that no matter what age they were from, there was no problem with them.

But the problem is Qi Heng's dog expression.

It doesn't look like a marriage.

What if netizens think this dog grandpa doesn't love grandma?

Jiang Shuangling: "!

Jiang Shuangling turned her head to look at Comrade Qi Hui, who was sleeping on the bed, and muttered to herself, "I just think I'm missing a frying pan?"

Otherwise, I'm sorry, Comrade Huihui.

—I really think too much, the oldest child is not even ten years old, and the youngest child is not even one year old, so I actually want to be a grandparent.

"What kind of pot?" Qi Heng, who had just entered the door, looked at her and repeated what Jiang Shuangling had said before: "Flat pan?"

Jiang Shuangling stared at Qi Heng carefully for a few times, and found that the other party looked at her very gently, and the old dog expression gradually disappeared in front of her.

Seeing the photo just now, Jiang Shuangling felt that she wanted to revisit it.

"Brother." Jiang Shuangling called him and shook the marriage certificate in front of Qi Heng.

"What are you doing with one?"

"You show me the expression on the photo again..."

Qi Heng: "…"

Qi Heng lowered his eyes, Qi Heng... Qi Heng went to change the diaper for the child.

The lying cub hummed and changed his posture, walking the bird carelessly, giggling along the way.

“…Yah?”

Jiang Shuangling sighed, "Comrade Qi Heng, have you heard a touching poem, it is said that it is the ideal state of a young couple, if life is only as first seen."

"See you!"

"It's not as good as our first meeting now. I almost forgot what you looked like when we first met you. Come and help me recall my memories."

Qi Heng reminded her: "Didn't you draw an oil painting?"

Jiang Shuangling: “…”

You return me to an ascetic officer who is cold and cold.

The old dog expression almost disappeared in front of her. People are really cheap.

I used to be unable to make a fart with a stick, but now there are so many words, Jiang Shuangling can guarantee that this man can absolutely say enough 999 words every day without counting.

I like him now and miss him in the past. You can't have both.

"You said that I have only been with you for a year, and you have changed so much. If we wait fifty years, what will you be like, Qi Heng?"

Although she said so, Jiang Shuangling silently hoped that they would live 50 years, 50 years of golden marriage, and by then it would be 2021.

After realizing this year, Jiang Shuangling suddenly felt very strange.

Although Comrade Qi gradually lost his dog expression in front of her, he would pick peach blossom branches and give them to her.

The fresh peach blossom branches are full of pink peach blossoms, the stamens are swaying in the wind, and the pink petals are soft and fragrant.

Jiang Shuangling put some peach blossom branches in the water.

She brewed some peach blossom wine very emotionally, cooked peach blossom porridge, made peach blossom steamed buns and peach blossom cakes.

There were several peach blossoms on the table, beautiful peach blossom buns and peach blossom cakes on the side, and peach blossom porridge in the snow-white porcelain bowl. Jiang Shuangling called the two children and her mother-in-law over to enjoy the spring. time.

The two children thought the peach blossom buns and peach blossom cakes were very delicious.

However, they have a question, "Why are there no peach blossoms in the peach blossom buns."

Jiang Shuangling: “…”

This is the same as the fact that there is no wife in the wife's cake, and there is no lung slice for the husband and wife. "There is no rabbit in the little rabbit's steamed bun."

"It's their shape."

Mother-in-law Zhao Yinghua is also a person who likes arty style. She thinks this daughter-in-law is very appetizing, and she also loves the sense of ritual.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were eating tea porridge and snacks, one writing and the other drawing, which was very atmospheric.

Until Qi Heng came back, the disc operation was completed.

Zhao Yinghua: "My little five is a little bad."

Too bad.

Jiang Shuangling smiled: "Forget it, it's for him to eat."

Today is their first wedding anniversary.

This year seems to have gone by fast, but slow.

The scene when I got on the train with this man is vivid in my mind.