After the rooster cried three times, Qian Liqin woke up. Pushing Yang Yong next to him, he asked him softly, "Don't you think our daughter is very introverted? Yesterday, except for saying "want to sleep", all the things she asked were eh huh?"
It took a long time for Yang Yong's voice to be heard: "Isn't this just coming back? How can she understand Jintian dialect?"
Qian Liqin is right to think about it: "Then she was willing to go with you yesterday?"
"How can it?" Yang Yong couldn't help smiling bitterly when he remembered that his daughter was crying so earth-shaking. "It was Xinlian who took her to the Luodiankou National Road, and said to buy her a small comb. When the car came, I picked it up and left."
"Oh..." Qian Liqin was also silent for a while. "This child is pretty good. When he came back, he sat quietly and walked quietly... Hey, did you find out? Last night, she chewed out the dregs of such tender greens and threw it on the table. "
"Hehe, isn't it that Xinlian and Shuilian taught well."
"Well, thanks to them both for bringing them these years. Are the clothes made for them still suitable?"
"Fortunately, they like it very much. Beans, a dish of dried beans"...
There was a sorrowful dressing sound, and soon the couple opened the door and went out.
Potential wheat heart is surging, listen to the corner, listen to the corner of Chi Guoguo. I never thought I would have another day to understand the corner of the wall, God, how sincerely thank you! At this time, it doesn't matter whether you were kidnapped for the purpose of taking the comb. Anyway, adults always fool children, when our children have low IQs.
Of course, the corner of the wall can be heard so clearly, thanks to Qianmai's room next to the couple.
Qianmai's residence is not so much a room as a small nest. A dozen square meters, there is nothing else but a simple wooden flat bed and rough old wooden table. There is also no door to enter and exit alone, and Yang Yongqian Liqin's room is separated by only a layer of wooden boards, and you have to pass through their room to enter and exit.
This is really small in the countryside, but the house of the potential family is not forgiving. It is said that this ordinary courtyard with a civil structure was built by Tai Gong Qian Shunmei. The adobe walls were built around it, and the beam compartments in the interior were all made of wood. The grandpa had two sons, so the courtyard was divided into two. Grandpa Qian Xili was given the right hand house, and the late uncle Qian Yongli was given the left hand house. The central hall, patio, gate, and aisle were shared. In the right-hand room, Qian's grandparents used the first half to open a large window on the roadside wall to open a small grocery store, and inside are the old couple's bedroom and kitchen. Yang Yong Qian Liqin used the second half, a large wing room was divided into two small rooms, a small kitchen, the pigpen and chicken coop after the small door, a wooden staircase leading upstairs, put some groceries and firewood. In this way, my family can live there, but occasionally if a guest comes over, I get confused.
When the latent wheat came out of the clothes, the food had begun to smell, and the pig food was almost cooked. Latent Wheat didn't make a sound, and walked to the stove to help start the fire.
Qian Liqin couldn't help sighing when she looked at it. Didn't she grow up all by herself and didn't get close to her. After returning for a day, she hasn't called herself "mother" yet. Take your time, the child is still young after all.
In that side, Qianmai is also impatient. It can't be exactly the same as in the previous life, and be a silent shadow. Just how do you start? Don't look at Qianmai's previous life for twenty-six years, she really doesn't know anything about it. Now it seems that I was really indulged in my own world before, saying that all insights into things in the world are knowledge, and human relationships are also good. It seems that I have to learn from the beginning. Let's just respond to all changes with the same. According to the information they got from the corner in the morning, don't they all think that they don't understand Jintian dialect? It seems that I have to speak Luodian dialect for a while.
When the food was ready to be served, his father Yang Yong also came back from the vegetable garden with a hoe on his back. He carried the tender green amaranth in his hand. As if rehearsing, Qian Xiaohai woke up, pinching time for dinner and calling her mother.
During the meal, Yang Yong picked Qianmai with chopsticks and greens, and called her "more talk" in Luodian dialect.
Qian Xiaohai's cheeks were stuffed full, and when he saw this, he stretched out his little finger to point to green vegetables. Yang Yong did what he wanted and put a few into his bowl. All the little guys slammed into their mouths, Zaba smiled at everyone: "More... more".
The family could not help but laugh. What a real treasure.