Dressed up as a Real Mom

During the break, Wei Jianwei and Lao Wang went to the market to buy a big tank, but they did not know where to borrow the small cart, and one person pushed the cabbage back.

He Xiaoyun had never seen such a battle before, looked at the pile of cabbage like a small hill, and said in surprise: "So much, how can I finish it?"

Xu Lanxiang laughed, "This is where it is. You have a small family. Those are almost enough. We have a lot of families. We have to buy it again and eat it for a winter."

He Xiaoyun is an eye-opener. Hearing Xu Lanxiang talked about the method of pickling, it is very similar to their pickled vegetables, except that the salt used to pickle pickles is more, and the salt used to make pickled vegetables is less, and you have to pour in clear water. Make it ferment.

Spread all the cabbage with coarse salt and lay it tightly in a large tank. After a day or two, wait for the water to come out. Then pour in an appropriate amount of water and press a large stone. After about a month, wait for the cabbage to emit a strong sour taste. You can eat it.

Xu Lanxiang counted the dishes that could be cooked by then, such as sauerkraut stewed vermicelli, sauerkraut stew, sauerkraut fish head... He Xiaoyun's saliva flooded.

The next day the sauerkraut was marinated, they received a letter from home and a large bag of persimmon cakes.

When He Xiaoyun and Wei Yuanhang left home, the persimmon tree in the backyard was just about to mature. The two did not eat the persimmons. After the persimmons were picked, Wang Chunhua made a special reservation for the three of them and sent them over as dried persimmons.

Three people gathered around the fire, reading a letter while eating dried persimmons.

Wei Yuanhang squeezed beside He Xiaoyun and kept asking: "What did grandma say? Does grandma miss me?"

"Yes, grandma said she missed you very much." He Xiaoyun dealt with him casually.

"I miss grandma too," the child said, and then asked, "Does grandpa miss me? What about uncle?"

He Xiaoyun had to say: "I want it all, everyone in my family misses you, even my little sister misses you."

Only then was Wei Yuanhang satisfied and ran to the next door to play.

The letter said that the family wanted to ask Wei Jianhua to enter the factory. They had all inquired about the way, but they didn't know that the kid didn't do it on his own, and Wang Chunhua was so angry that Wang Chunhua chased him with a broomstick.

"Jianhua's temperament is really not suitable for going to the factory." He Xiaoyun said to Wei Jianwei.

He jumped like that, and his thoughts were active. He wanted him to be on the assembly line all day, repeat the same labor day after day, and set his shape like this throughout his life. How could he be willing?

He Xiaoyun knew that in a place like Qingshuihe, entering the factory was the best way out, eating public meals and serving iron rice bowls. The wind couldn't blow, and the rain couldn't catch it. Isn't it more comfortable than eating in the ground? This is the thinking of many people now.

But she agreed to be clear that in a few years, a whole new era will come, and at that time, many smart people like Wei Jianhua will ride on the wind like a fish.

Wei Jianwei agreed with her and nodded.

He Xiaoyun squeezed the dried persimmon and took a bite, and continued to look down.

Wang Chunhua heard that it was cold here, and asked if he wanted to send more clothes.

"I've seen it. Our clothes are enough to wear, and we just need to knit two woolen trousers. But at home, there are so many people, but the cloth bleached every year is not enough to make a suit. I looked at the two tickets in the drawer. If you have finished making cotton coats for me and Hanghang, will you send them home then?"

She raised her head and asked Wei Jianwei, and she happened to see him stealing a mouthful of dried persimmons from her hand. There was originally more than half of the dried persimmons, but when he bit him, only one stalk was left.

He Xiaoyun looked at the bare stalk in her hand, and then at Wei Jianwei's puffed cheeks, she couldn't believe that this person had done such a naive thing.

He still chewed nonchalantly and said: "You can be the master."

"You are the boss," He Xiaoyun dropped the persimmon stalk on her body, and patted his hand with the letter, "You come to read."

She herself took another dried persimmon to eat.

After reading the letter, He Xiaoyun wrapped five or six dried persimmons in paper and sent them to the next door.

Xu Lanxiang was typing on a sweater, and when he saw what He Xiaoyun had brought, he asked, "Where did it come from?"

"I just received a letter from my family. I sent it together. Sister-in-law, try it. I planted it myself."

"Then I'm welcome," Xu Lanxiang smiled and told her to sit down, picked up one and took a bite, and nodded, "Sweet, delicious. I heard from Lao Wang, when you didn't come before, give it to Lao Wei I also sent a lot of things, what kind of dried peaches and hawthorn, do you grow so many in your family?"

"How can it be?" He Xiaoyun smiled, "It's wild on the mountain."

"It turns out that you are diligent. The mountains are full of bugs and snakes, tired and scary. The things made with hard work are still for others to eat. If it were me, I would not do it. I don't know what Old Wei Xiu did. Blessing, it deserves you to be so kind to him."

"You will tease me all day long." He Xiaoyun now has some defensive ability against these words, and counterattacked, "If Pharaoh wants to eat, let alone go up the mountain, maybe you go down to the sea."

"Oh, my mouth is getting sharper," Xu Lanxiang pretended to be surprised, "Or after eating too much of Old Wei's saliva, people have become as good as him?"

When He Xiaoyun heard it in the first grade, she didn't have any reaction, because she just listened to the words in her ears, and when she went through it in her head, she understood that Xu Lanxiang said something very big or small.

She didn't have a thick skin for cultivation, and she felt a little stretched for a while, blushing and said, "Whoever eats his saliva, you only eat Lao Wang's saliva."

Xu Lanxiang smiled calmly: "Eat what you eat, old husband and wife, I don't dislike him."

He Xiaoyun was not an opponent at all. She was afraid of losing too tragically, so she said a few more words and slipped home.

Wei Jianwei wrote a reply under the light, and when she came back, he showed her what had been written to see if there was anything to add.

When the letter paper was handed over, he also squeezed her finger.

He Xiaoyun glanced at him and said nothing. Recently, there has been more and more physical contact like this. She feels like a frog in warm water, and has gradually become accustomed to his touch.

After reading the letter, she said: "For now, let's see what little fat guy has to say, and then add it."

She put the letter on the table, turned around to walk away, but Wei Jianwei held her hand.

He Xiaoyun turned her head, "What's the matter?"

The other party held her hand and said, "It's still so cold."

"It's natural, you think it's enough to cover it."

Wei Jianwei opened a drawer of the table, doing tricks, took out a pair of black leather gloves from it, and put them on her hands.

The gloves are of a lady's style, and the tailoring is very suitable. The fingers are slender and slender, and there is a circle of black hair on the cuffs, which looks fashionable and gorgeous.

He Xiaoyun was a little surprised. This kind of gloves was very common in her time, but now they are rare. She saw them in the store in clumsy styles. She has never seen such gloves.

"Where did you buy it?" she asked.

Wei Jianwei did not answer, and said, "Is it warm?"

Warm is warm, but He Xiaoyun feels that her heart seems to be warmer.

She nodded, and couldn't help saying: "Don't buy it in the future, it's so expensive."

"It's not expensive." Wei Jianwei exerted a little force on his hand, and He Xiaoyun's hand was held by him, and her body couldn't help taking two steps forward following this force, and fell into his embrace.

When his arm was closed around her waist again, she sat on his lap. Then he took out two books, one that He Xiaoyun often reads, and one of his own, and started to read the book in this position.

He Xiaoyun stared at her current situation.

He asked her to sit on her lap to warm her hands that day, but she didn't agree, so is he going to make it up now?

Just received his gift, the so-called soft hand, short mouth, she is a bit uncomfortable to refuse at the moment, so she had to sit awkwardly on her thighs for a while, and then after seeing that the time was almost up, she called Wei Yuanhang to come back to sleep. Reason to get away.

The child was a little crazy playing next door. In such a cold day, there was a bit of sweat on his forehead. When He Xiaoyun took him back, he was still a little bit unsatisfied, "Mom, can I sleep at Rongrong's house tomorrow?"

He Xiaoyun paused, and her heart jumped vigorously. She glanced at Wei Jianwei and felt a little relieved when he saw that he hadn't noticed the movement here, but her mind still couldn't stop.

If the child goes to sleep next door, won't they be the only two in the house? Looking at Wei Jianwei's recent behavior, she felt that if they were lying on the same bed without Wei Yuanhang in between, something must have happened.

The relationship between the two is not to say how repulsive He Xiaoyun is, but she is guilty, imaginary and afraid.

As a single dog who has just left the single psychologically, she is so unassuming.

"Mom, mom, can you?" Wei Yuanhang was still waiting for her to answer.

He Xiaoyun didn't have the courage to agree to him, so she said vaguely: "Let's talk about it, go to bed now."

After catching Wei Yuanhang to bed, He Xiaoyun lay down herself, she was not going to read anymore tonight.

The child was still talking, and He Xiaoyun dealt with him differently. Before long, Wei Jianwei also put away his books and came over to sleep.

"Wow, mom and dad are sleeping with me!" In the past, Wei Yuanhang slept first by himself. Seeing his mom and dad were here tonight, he felt very strange, and he would not go to bed until late.

Without his voice, the room suddenly became quiet, and the two adults lay on the inside and the other outside, both with their eyes open.

The air seemed to be filled with a little ambiguity silently, and He Xiaoyun subconsciously relaxed her breathing, feeling that her heartbeat was speeding up for no reason.

After being silent for a while, Wei Jianwei moved, turned sideways, and stretched out a hand from under the quilt.

His original intention was probably to hold He Xiaoyun's hand, but the hand itself didn't have eyes, and he couldn't tell which one was. There was a black light in the quilt. With such a casual touch, he hit a place that shouldn't be touched.

"..."

"Snapped--"

All the ambiguous atmosphere is gone,

He Xiaoyun slapped her hand away in embarrassment, turned over and pulled the quilt, so she had to give him the back of his head.

Wei Jianwei retracted his hand silently, the back of his hand was a little painful, but the palm of his hand... seemed to still have a soft touch.

Hmm... so soft.