Not long after, Huang Lizhen and Li Xijin's lover also came, bringing a few children with them.
Xu Lanxiang asked them to put the children next door. Anyway, there were already four children in her family, so a group of little monkeys were playing around there.
Only Huang Lizhen's one-year-old daughter, who was not yet able to walk steadily, was held in Lao Zhang's arms.
The women were busy in the kitchen, and the men were busy too. They were asked to move the stove and water for a while, because Wei Jianwei didn't have enough chairs here, and Lao Wang went to his house to bring some chairs.
Lin Yuefei lived in the camp, and came the latest, bringing a bottle of wine with him.
Seeing it, Xu Lanxiang joked, "Old Lin is the best at being a man, unlike Lao Wang and the others who came to the door empty-handed."
Although Lin Yuefei was apprehensive, he didn't dare to offend several comrades in arms at once, so he hurriedly said, "I just want to drink by myself."
Wang Liqiang and the others looked at him, and it was written on their faces that you are smart.
"That's what you have in mind."
"No, you ask them, which one doesn't want to drink, why don't they know to bring wine?"
Lin Yuefei laughed twice, handed the wine to He Xiaoyun, and quickly moved away from the group of women, fearing that if they said a few more words, the men over there would ask him to practice.
When the dishes are ready, it's already noon, first call the group of children next door, feed them, and then the adults come to the table.
The two hosts, Wei Jianwei and He Xiaoyun, one used wine and the other used tea instead of wine, and first toasted everyone.
"This scene is a bit like the happy day when Lao Wei married his younger siblings." Lin Yuefei joked.
"It happened that none of us were there when you got married, so this glass of wine was made up, and everyone drank it."
He Xiaoyun blushed slightly, put down her glass, glanced at Wei Jianwei, and said, "I don't know how to talk about things. From now on, we will be neighbors. Distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. I am young and ignorant. Jianwei has always been ignorant of the world. I have to ask my brothers and sisters-in-law to take care of me."
Xu Lanxiang smiled and said, "Why don't you know how to talk about scenes? Isn't that a good way to say it?"
"That's right, it's not like us. When you open your mouth, you can only call out old Zhang Lao Zhao. Your voice Jianwei is so beautiful." Huang Lizhen covered her mouth and smiled.
Xu Lanxiang then said to her: "What do you know? They are a young couple who have only been married for a few years and get together less and more. Now it is true that they are newlyweds. We are all old couples. Let you call , do you mind?"
What she said was obviously speaking for He Xiaoyun, but in fact she was still teasing her.
Huang Lizhen hurriedly responded: "Yes, yes, what you said is correct."
The two sang together, and the people on the table laughed, and He Xiaoyun blushed in embarrassment.
"Okay, okay, let's go on, Xiaoyun is going to bury her face in the bowl, you two should take a rest first." Li Xijin said.
"Now you're acting like a good person, and you didn't talk too hard just now," Huang Lizhen turned the conversation to her, "Do you feel sorry for seeing your old Zhao working under Lao Wei, afraid that Lao Wei will embarrass her?"
Li Xijin patted her lightly, "You are crazy, and you are crazy on me?"
The women talked and laughed while eating, while the men ate and drank.
Lin Yuefei looked left and right, everyone was in pairs, but he was alone, and he couldn't help thinking about his wife.
Not long after they were full, He Xiaoyun and the others got up and went to the room to talk, leaving them to continue drinking.
The party didn't end until two or three o'clock in the afternoon. Everyone helped clean up the table and kitchen, and then went home.
He Xiaoyun went to the next door to bring Wei Yuanhang back, coaxed him to take a nap, then looked up and saw Wei Jianwei standing by the table, looking out of the window, not knowing what he was looking at, so she walked over and asked, "Why are you standing there?"
Wei Jianwei didn't answer, turned to look at her, suddenly lowered his head, and rested his forehead on her shoulder.
He was originally much taller than her, so this action was a bit laborious and looked a bit funny, but fortunately there was no one else in the room at this time.
He Xiaoyun was startled by him, she opened her hands helplessly, neither pushed nor held.
There was a faint smell of alcohol on his body, and the scorching breath he exhaled sprayed all over her neck, as if he had given her the smell of alcohol, making her turn red from her neck to the tips of her ears.
"What are you doing? Get up," she whispered in embarrassment.
Wei Jianwei hummed from his nasal cavity, but he didn't move.
After a while, He Xiaoyun gradually realized that he was drunk
She thought it was a little funny, but she didn't expect that although his drinking capacity was not very good, his wine quality was not bad, and he didn't make any noise when he drank too much, but he looked more dazed than usual, and even a little cute.
But no matter how cute she is, it's a bit overwhelming for such a big body to lean against her.
He Xiaoyun had to spend a lot of effort, helping and persuading him, helping him to the bed, and coaxing him to sleep.
Looking at the father and son sleeping side by side, she smiled and shook her head.
After that day, He Xiaoyun's social life in the family building was completely open. She even learned how to weave a scarf from Huang Lizhen. She heard that it will start snowing in the north soon. As a person from the south, she has to start preparing early. Warm clothes.
And in Qingshuihe, thousands of miles away, the family just received the letter they sent back.
The few letters written by He Xiaoyun were almost all dictated by Wei Yuanhang and written by her on behalf of her. They were full of children's words.
Wei Zhenxing's thick voice read the letter, Wang Chunhua and Feng Qiuyue both covered their mouths and laughed.
After reading a page, the head of the family couldn't read any more, so he handed the letter to the youngest son, "Come and read."
Wei Jianhua didn't have any psychological burden at all, and even imitated Wei Yuanhang's tone, pinched his throat on purpose, and spoke in a childish voice, making Wang Chunhua laugh so hard that he patted him.
After reading it, he was still a little unsatisfied, "Next time, I have to ask my second sister-in-law to write more."
Wang Chunhua scolded with a smile: "Write more so that you can make trouble?"
"Why is this a trick? It's called ventriloquist, it's art!"
"What an art." Wang Chunhua said, turning to discuss the contents of the letter with the eldest daughter-in-law.
Wei Jianhua called Qu: "Mom, I'll throw it away when you're done using it. How can you do that?"
"Why, I have raised you for twenty years, and I can't even use you anymore?" Wang Chunhua asked back.
One sentence blocked Wei Jianhua back.
She took the letter sent back by her son and daughter-in-law and looked at it repeatedly. Although she couldn't understand it, she seemed to be able to see through the letter paper that her little grandson was shaking his head and talking to her, and he couldn't help smiling.
Feng Qiuyue hugged her daughter and said with a smile: "Tonight, Mom can finally sleep peacefully."
Wang Chunhua sighed contentedly.
On the other side, He Xiaofen also received the letter, and went back to her mother's home that day to tell her mother.
"How did Xiaoyun send the letter to you?" Li Yuegui was puzzled.
"Otherwise, if you send it home, you and Dad won't be able to understand it."
In their family, although the parents, like others, prefer the youngest son, they are not mean to the two daughters, and they both support them to study in junior high school. Later, the two sisters did not want to go to school.
He Xiaofen said: "Xiaoyun wrote that they have settled down, the capital is very good, and her brother-in-law is also very kind to her."
"She really said that?"
"Can I still lie to you? If you don't believe me here, save it until the younger brother comes back and let him read it to you again."
Li Yuegui said happily: "I'm relieved now, Xiaoyun and Jianwei will be fine, I'm relieved. Now—"
"It's just waiting for me to give birth to a son, isn't it?" He Xiaofen filled in for her.
"As long as you know."
He Xiaofen said unhappily: "It's not that I said that if I have a son, I can have a son. It's fine to force me at home, and you can say the same when you come back. If other people have problems, their mother's family will support them. If I quarrel with their family members in the future , are you not planning to come back to me?"
Li Yuegui froze the letter, looked at her face, and asked cautiously: "What? Your mother-in-law is embarrassing you again?"
"Even if she is not in trouble, when will she make me comfortable?"
Li Yuegui sighed, didn't speak for a long time, and then said: "Otherwise, I'll just say that I'm not feeling well, and you bring the child back to accompany me?"
Although she wholeheartedly hoped that He Xiaofen could give birth to a boy sooner, it was also for the sake of her daughter's happiness, and she did not have to force her. Hearing that her life at her mother's house was not comfortable, she couldn't help feeling distressed, and she couldn't care less about her married daughter for a while. When I go back to my mother's house, will other people gossip.
He Xiaofen just complained casually, she didn't expect her mother to say that, you know, she is most afraid of other people's gossip.
There was some warmth in her heart, no matter what, her mother still loved her.
"How can I curse myself for being uncomfortable? If I want to go home, I will come back directly. How dare the Zhang family detain me?" He Xiaofen said with a smile, "Let's not talk about this, Xiaoyun letter Said that the north is much colder than ours, and I don’t know if she and Xiaohang can bear it.”
He Xiaoyun felt the coldness in the capital when she got off the train the first day. As the days passed, it became colder every day. She and Wei Yuanhang had already started to gather around the stove to keep warm.
The first scarf was almost finished, but she was a little bit embarrassed about the ownership of the scarf.
Originally, she was going to weave it for Wei Jianwei. After all, he was the only one at home who had to go out all day, and she was a beginner. This scarf was basically for practice, and it was not very beautiful. She wanted to learn some tricks before weaving it. Give Wei Yuanhang a nicer one.
But the little fat man didn't understand her painstaking efforts. When he heard that his mother knitted it for his father, he became a little jealous. For the past two days, he surrounded her and said that he would snatch the scarf as soon as it was knitted. He Xiaoyun couldn't laugh or cry.
"Mom doesn't even like me anymore." The little boy pouted, his mouth so high that it could hang an oil pot.
He Xiaoyun was funny: "Just because I didn't give you the scarf, you say I don't like you?"
"And more," Wei Yuanhang said, "Mom can't hold me anymore, but yesterday she let Dad hug Mom!"
"Ahem—" He Xiaoyun almost choked on her own saliva.
At noon yesterday, she was cooking soup in the kitchen. She didn't know that Wei Jianwei had come back, and she was standing behind her. When she turned around to take the bowl, she bumped into his arms. This scene happened to be seen by Wei Yuanhang, and he didn't see him at the time. What did you say, I didn't expect this little kid to remember it in his heart!
Being accused by a three-year-old child like this, He Xiaoyun was ashamed and annoyed, and couldn't help but glared at the perpetrator.
Wei Jianwei looked at his son and thought, it seems it's time to have a man-to-man conversation with him.