Wei Yuanhang got the whistle from his uncle, and he really liked it for a few days. He even asked Wang Chunhua to find a rope to string it up and hang it around his neck.
"Mom, Yanyan wants my whistle, so I won't give it to her."
He Xiaoyun was cleaning the room, while Wei Yuanhang sat on the edge of the bed, dangling his short legs, playing with his beloved whistle.
She put the things on the table aside, wiped the table with a wet towel, and said: "If you don't want to give it to you, don't show off in front of her all day long. If you are snatched away by Yanyan, I won't get it back for you."
Hearing this, Wei Yuanhang crossed his chubby waist, puffed up his chest, and his chubby belly heaved, "Yanyan can't take it away, she can't beat me!"
"You are really good at fighting girls." He Xiaoyun was speechless.
After hearing this, the little fat man was quite complacent.
Since Wei Jianwei left, He Xiaoyun has been using the desk. Apart from a few books, there is also a pen holder made of bamboo, which holds pencils and some odds and ends.
She poured out the contents of the pen container, intending to wipe the dust inside, but saw a photo falling out of the container, which was sent back by Wei Jianwei a few days ago. She had no place to put it, and was afraid that the small one would be lost. , I put it in the pen holder, I didn't expect that after a few days, I forgot about it.
She dried her hands, carefully pinched the corner of the photo, and thought about where to put it.
"Xiaoyun, I dug out some of Jianhua's old clothes, look at the color, can I change it for Xiaohang?" Wang Chunhua walked in with the clothes.
He Xiaoyun came back to her senses, and hurriedly said: "He has a lot of clothes, why don't we save them for the child in my sister-in-law's belly."
"Grandma!" Wei Yuanhang's voice was crisp and clear.
"Hey." Wang Chunhua responded with a smile, and said to He Xiaoyun: "I still have those, and when your sister-in-law's child comes out, don't you still have Xiaohang's old clothes for him?"
Children in the countryside are not so particular. It is good to be able to make a new dress all year round. At other times, they wear the old clothes of their brothers and sisters.
Wang Chunhua approached, saw the photo in her hand, and gasped, "Is this from Jianwei?"
"Yes." He Xiaoyun showed it to her, "I sent it back with a letter last time, but I couldn't find a place to keep it."
She didn't dare to put it in the book, because she was afraid that such unplasticized photos would stick to the book after a long time.
Wang Chunhua took it, squinted her eyes and looked carefully for a while, then said with a smile, "It's pretty decent."
Wei Yuanhang ran over very gossip, "I want to watch it too, grandma show me."
Wang Chunhua bent down and let him watch together.
He Xiaoyun patted the child's head, "Haven't you seen it before? Mom, is this photo also in the frame in the main room?"
There is a large glass photo frame hanging on the wall of the main room, which contains the family portraits of the five members of the Wei family taken a few years ago, and the photo of Wei Jianguo and Feng Qiuyue when they got married. Only then did Wang Chunhua realize that only the youngest grandson and the second daughter-in-law were not at home. It's over.
She said: "Yes. We don't have any photos of you and Xiaohang at home, why don't you go to the county photo studio to take a photo after two days when the weather is cooler, and let the comrades who took the photos wash two photos, hang one in the main room, and one Zhang sent it to Jianwei and asked him to visit you from time to time, what do you think?"
"Ah?" He Xiaoyun hesitated for a moment.
"Don't worry about spending money, I'll get it to you later."
"No, no, I have it here." He Xiaoyun hurriedly said, fearing that Wang Chunhua would ask for money again, she nodded and said: "When it is cloudy, I will take Hang Hang there."
"Okay, okay, let's go out and play!" The little fat man couldn't hear what they were saying at all, and cheered endlessly as soon as they said they were going to go out.
He Xiaoyun nodded his forehead amusedly, "Just pray for good weather."
Because of her words, Wei Yuanhang looked forward to it every day, his neck grew long, and finally met a cool cloudy day.
He Xiaoyun changed the child into new clothes, and found a light-colored floral top with dark-colored pants underneath from the closet. As for the shoes, she still didn't wear them when Wei Jianwei sent them to her. leather shoes, because they really don't match.
The mother and son walked out of the room holding hands. Feng Qiuyue saw her and couldn't help praising: "Xiaoyun just doesn't like to dress up. Let's tidy it up a little bit. People who say that they are seventeen or eighteen years old can be believed, and none of the little girls on the team can compare." on you."
He Xiaoyun's face became hot when she heard this, and said again and again: "Sister-in-law, don't talk about it, I will die laughing when I hear it."
"What are you laughing at, I'm telling the truth, Xiao Hang, tell me, is mom pretty?"
"Pleasant brew! Mom is the best!" Wei Yuanhang nodded his head vigorously.
He Xiaoyun smiled helplessly and shook her head.
Even though he had already been to the county once, the child was still full of novelty along the way, his mouth chattered non-stop.
When she arrived in the county, He Xiaoyun found the only photo studio, took the photos, paid the money, and left the address, and asked the people in the shop to wait for the photos to be developed and send them to the Qingshuihe brigade, saving the trouble of making another trip.
After that, she took Wei Yuanhang to a department store, bought a few biscuits for the child, and bought the salt that Wang Chunhua gave her, and set off on her way back.
They were waiting for the letter at home, but they didn't expect that it was not the photo studio, but Wei Jianwei's, and there were still two letters, one of which was a small package.
This time, even Wang Chunhua couldn't help but glance at He Xiaoyun.
My son has been in the army for many years, when did he contact the family so frequently? Sure enough, daughter-in-law and parents are different.
The small package was for the family. When I opened it, I found a letter and three silk scarves inside. One was darker in color, the other was light blue, and the last one was bright red, which was very eye-catching.
Wang Chunhua knew at a glance that the bright red strip must have been given to his daughter-in-law by his son, and she and the eldest daughter-in-law might have had a good time.
Feng Qiuyue also laughed and said: "The last time I went to the county with Xiaoyun, I was envious looking at the silk scarves behind the counter. I didn't expect Jianwei to understand so well. Xiaoyun, my sister-in-law will lend you this time."
He Xiaoyun was so uncomfortable being teased, she couldn't help thinking about Wei Jianwei in her heart, what kind of silk scarf did she give her so that she would be laughed at, and she was given a bright red one, although it was pretty, but it was so eye-catching, how could she wear it out
She opened her letter only after she returned to her room. Apart from the letter paper, there was also an empty envelope and a postage stamp.
He Xiaoyun picked it up suspiciously and looked at it, but didn't see any tricks, so she put it aside temporarily and opened the letter to read.
In the letter, Wei Jianwei explained the origin of the silk scarf. When he was resting, he went to the street and saw that almost every young girl on the street held a silk scarf, some tied it around their necks, some tied their hair, and some wore it on their wrists. Although he could not appreciate this kind of beauty, it did not hinder him. Went to the store and bought three.
He Xiaoyun thought to herself, counting his cleverness, he bought three. If she only bought one, she would make people laugh even more.
Wei Jianwei also said that the empty envelopes and stamps were for her to reply to the letter, and she was asked to mail them separately, not to put them with the ones at home.
Unable to understand why he made such a move, He Xiaoyun flicked the envelope on the table, thinking, it would be nice to write to you, but she was still rambling.
No wonder I usually talk so little, I was holding back in my heart, and it was exposed as soon as I wrote it.
She said that Wei Yuanhang, that little chatterbox, would never have mutated by himself, there must be a genetic basis.