Soft and cute Zaizai wins in the era article

Zhao Dongju felt suffocated, thinking that Wen Minghua was already fifty, so she was still young, but when she took a closer look at her sister-in-law's face,
"What have you eaten in the past year or so?"

Why is it that the man is no longer here, but he looks even younger than before, not even a little bit younger?
"What did you put on your face?"

Zhao Dongju pinched Wen Minghua's face with her hand, looked at her fingers again, and looked at Wen Minghua in surprise.

It's not like I've applied any powder, so why does my face look so good?
Wen Minghua also touched her face, feeling a little proud. Fortunately, she had secretly picked up Chinese medicine for more than a year and paid attention to her diet and rest.
"They are just a few children, but they thoughtfully take over all the housework at home, and they make me happy every day, for fear that I will be tired or in a bad mood."

She smiled sheepishly and glanced at her children with relief.
"Even a penny of my salary was given to me, and I was told to spend it as I pleased. I feel better now, but it's not the same as before."

Being in a good mood is indeed the most important thing, but it also has a lot to do with dressing up.

Although there were not many colors in clothes in this era, she still gave up wearing black or gray. Instead, she wore a white shirt or a colored jacket on top, or a red and white inner outfit. Will it make you look younger?
She didn't know that the show off in her eyes made Zhao Dongju feel even more uncomfortable, thinking that she was only four or five years older than Wen Minghua. They used to have similar faces, but what about now?
Standing together, if they say they are mother and daughter, I am afraid some people will believe it.

There are very few wrinkles on Wen Minghua's face, her complexion has become fair and rosy, and she looks as good as a daughter-in-law in her 30s. What about her?

I didn't even notice the wrinkles on my face, and my skin tone was bad, dull and yellow. Then I looked at the two people's hands. Not only did my own hands have frostbite, but they were also chapped due to the dry weather.

As for Wen Minghua's, what she just said, several children at home rushed to do the housework, no wonder her hands became delicate and white.

Sighing again, Zhao Dongju suppressed the uncomfortable and complicated thoughts in her heart,
"You deserve to enjoy yourself too, that's good."

He won't be free for long. Fortunately, Yang Jianguo is not at home. Yang Jianmin is married and has a child. Wen Minghua's busy days will also come.

At this time, Zhao Dongju completely forgot that she came to see Wen Minghua and the third thing. She cheered up and touched Manni's head again, and then returned to her home sadly.

Wen Minghua watched her leave, sighing in her heart, and turned to look at her three children:

"Look, this is what it means to be a mother. For you and your next generation, what have people become?"

She touched her face again, squinted her eyes and continued:
"I will live a leisurely life from now on. You brothers and sisters, if someone finds a dishonorable wife, please don't visit me in the future. And you, Yang Manchun,"

She paused:
"Get married only after you've thought about it. Once you're married, live a good life. Don't have everything you need all the time."

Speaking of which, among her children, the one she was most worried about was Yang Manni.

She waved her hand with an impatient look on her face,

"Go, go, go, do whatever you have to do!"

She felt bad thinking about them getting married and having children for her to take care of. "

"..."

The three eldest sons are so helpless. For more than a year, their mother has often been like this, getting angry at them. The key is, they still don't know where this anger comes from.

Manni stepped forward and grabbed Wen Minghua's finger.

"Mom, let's go without looking at them, that's too bad."

"..."

Look, there is a fire-gong there.

Sure enough, their mother glanced at them again, and then picked up her little daughter:
"My Manni still loves my mother the most." Yang Manchun muttered his lips. He wanted to step forward and pull his little girl down for a spanking, but he didn't dare.
"Smelly girl, your mother is not yours alone!"

Manni doesn't care, anyway, now, her mother is hers alone:
"my mom."

No one should rob her.

Wen Minghua was amused by her and pinched her face before looking at the Yang Jianmin brothers and sisters:
"You're going to cook and you're still waiting for me to serve you?"

You just praised them, why don't you act smarter?
……

The marriages of several children in the family were not in a hurry, and the results of the college entrance examination had not yet come out. Wen Minghua had many plans in mind, but she had to suppress them because the time had not yet come.

Yang Jianguo, who was far away in the Southwest Military Region, finally received a marriage certificate with Shu Yu, an actor from the art troupe who had been in love for three years, on the third day after New Year's Day, [-], which was January [-], [-].

In the afternoon of that day, a photo of the two of them was sent to Beijing along with Yang Jianguo's letter home.

"I should send some money and tickets home."

After a simple yet grand wedding in the cafeteria, the young couple returned to the two-bedroom apartment they had been allocated some time ago. Shu Yu took the coat that Yang Jianguo had just taken off and casually placed it on the back of a chair in the living room.

Yang Jianguo stretched out his hand, hugged Shu Yu into his arms, and sighed with satisfaction:
"I finally married you."

It actually took nearly five years for the two of them to get to know each other, fall in love, and then get married.

In the past five years, except for the first two years when the relationship was not confirmed, in the next three years, the girl sent things to her family twice a year in his name.

It wasn't that he hadn't thought about getting married to her as soon as possible, but firstly he had concerns, and secondly it was because both of them were busy with work.

"No need for the moment, you forgot what my mother said in the letter, that is the bride price for you."

"Well, Jianguo, I'm very happy."

She was happier than she had ever been before, especially when she knew that he also wanted to marry her. She was so happy and excited that she even cried quietly at home.

Yang Jianguo lowered his head and found the sweetness that he had never tasted before. He turned and ground it without any guidance. He didn't stop until both of them found it difficult to breathe.

"Shu Yu, I'm very happy too."

Being able to marry the girl he loved, who was also the best girl in the military region's art troupe, made him feel satisfied and indescribably proud.

Just thinking of this girl's mother, Yang Jianguo's eyes darkened.

"Tomorrow morning, let's go back and see our parents?"

Shu Yu also sighed in his heart, but didn't show it on his face. He just blushed and said "hmm".

She didn't know before that her father-in-law and mother-in-law had actually prepared the bride price for her a few years ago, so when she received the letter from her mother-in-law, she was both shy and expectant.

She also had friends who were married, but none of them were like her mother-in-law, who would send her betrothal gifts even though they were so far away.

Not only that, the amount of the betrothal gift also surprised her. You know, the highest betrothal gift she had ever heard of at a friend's wedding she had attended was 400 yuan, or a sewing plane ticket. (End of chapter)