It’s a Stepmother, Not a Sister [70s]

    When Xu Youfeng brought her daughter over, there was already a group of people watching the excitement outside the Jiang's yard. They were all strangely quiet.

      Chilling air.

    After a while, the people outside the courtyard gradually found their voices.

    Meng Sanpo, standing in front of Xu Youfeng, said excitedly, "This little brother is so handsome!"

    She said, the crutches under her hands kept shaking, "You look very young, are you married? I want to introduce my granddaughter to him."

    "Isn't it a person from the Jiang family today? The person I introduced to the eldest girl? Didn't you say what it is?"

    "Captain Qi."

    "...Why didn't I see anyone? Who is this little brother?"

    "Maybe it's a soldier under the commander Qi?"

    Listening to the words of the people around, Zhang Hongmei, who has not yet become a partner, will inevitably jump, although she was a little interested in Lin Zhiqing before, but if it is replaced by this young soldier brother, also... You can try.

    As soon as she arrived outside the Jiang's courtyard, Zhang Hongmei was not in a hurry to watch the excitement, but looked for Lin Zhiqing among the crowd, and she really found her, she didn't have time to be happy, I saw people in the yard.

    The man was tall and handsome. Zhang Hongmei used to think that Lin Zhiqing was a good-looking man she had ever seen, but now, he was standing near the young soldier, talking to ordinary people. No difference.

    A person should be prepared several times.

    Zhang Hongmei wondered in her heart, if Jiang Shuangling married Commander Qi in the future, and he was a soldier under Commander Qi, then should she consider having a better relationship with Jiang Shuangling...

    "Ayyyyyyyyyyyyyy talking nonsense."

    The insider walked up to them, waved his hand, and pointed back, "That man is Battalion Commander Qi."

    "The object of introduction to the eldest girl of the Jiang family."

    His words made the audience explode. Meng Sanpo's reaction was the biggest, her mouth opened and her eyes stared straight, "What?!"

    "What kind of battalion commander is this Qi? Didn't Li Erhua say that he has been a soldier for many years, does he still have a son?"

    The insider smiled, "The talent is in his twenties, young."

    "I have been a soldier for many years, but I look so young? I have become a battalion commander."

    "People join the military when they are teens."

    …

    The faces of those who had been thinking before suddenly did not look very good, and the good words of congratulations and blessings in their mouths could not be said for a while, and Zhang Hongmei also stiffened.

    However, the most ugly person here is Li Erhua standing beside Jiang Chuanfu.

    Li Erhua is going to scold her.

    The Jiang Cuiqing who killed a thousand knives only said that Qi Yingchang was good-looking, Li Erhua originally thought that the matchmaker was good-looking, and he was still an officer, it is estimated that he is at most an ordinary facial features. …

    If she were twenty years younger she would want to marry him.

    A fuel bottle is nothing, five are fine.

    Li Erhua turned around and glared at Jiang Hongping, scolding this unsatisfactory daughter.

    At this time, Jiang Hongping was standing near the threshold, looking at the person beside her father in a trance, not noticing Li Erhua's eyes.

    Jiang Chuanfu sneered a few times, standing in front of this young man twenty or thirty years younger than him made him feel more stressed than standing in front of the county magistrate.

    "What are you doing standing at this door, come, come in and talk."

    "Hongping, go and call your sister out."

    Jiang Chuanfu made a gesture of invitation, "Come here, Commander Qi, come into the room."

    Qi Heng nodded and followed into the room.

    Jiang Hongping crashed into the room desperately, "Sister, someone is coming, I'm telling you to go out."

    Jiang Shuangling glanced at her, and her heart skipped a beat. She also heard the movement outside and knew that someone was coming, but what does Jiang Hongping mean with this look?

    Is there something wrong with that battalion commander Qi?

    As things come to an end, if there is a problem, she has to go out. Jiang Shuangling took a breath and stood up and walked out.

    Jiang Hongping looked at the back of her leaving, but the figure of the person just now appeared in her mind.

    Seeing that face again after more than 30 years, even if she had been prepared before, Jiang Hongping couldn't help but sigh in her heart: Omg, this person is too handsome.

    Compared with Xiao Zhenchang who I saw before, one is the cloud in the sky and the other is the mud on the ground.

    Jiang Hongping felt extremely uncomfortable. She clenched her fists and firmly believed again, "No, I want to marry Xiao Zhenchang, and I want to be the richest man's wife."

    No matter how good-looking she is, she is still a widow when she is married.

    Jiang Hongping tried her best to imagine Xiao Zhenchang, who picked the dung basket, as the richest man in a suit and leather shoes a few years later.

    "I want to marry Xiao Zhenchang."

    Jiang Shuangling must be driven away.

    Even if Jiang Shuangling marries Commander Qi, she probably won't be able to bear it for a long time. When she is returned, she won't be able to marry a good man for the second marriage.

    She wanted to take the opportunity to hold Xiao Zhenchang in her palm first.

    Jiang Shuangling walked to the outhouse and saw the most eye-catching person at a glance.

    Even if she knew that she was used to seeing handsome models, she couldn't help shaking her head. In an instant, she understood what the face Jiang Hongping put on just now meant.

    This battalion commander Qi, who is said to be carrying his son with an oil bottle, unexpectedly... has a handsome face that can eat soft rice?

    The moment her eyes swept across the other's face, she automatically outlined the proportions of the other's head shape and facial features in her mind, and she praised her perfection.

    The eyes fell down calmly, swept the straight shoulders, and then paused for two seconds on the waistline drawn by the brown belt, tsk, this thin waist.

    Looking further down, needless to say, all legs are below the waist.

    According to Jiang Shuangling's visual observation, the height of the other party should be between 1.84 and 1.86 meters.

    Looking at him, Jiang Shuangling felt itchy as she looked, and couldn't wait to draw him.

    Mannequins like this are hard to come by…

    Oh no, wait, I'm here for a blind date.

    Jiang Shuangling was in a trance when she remembered the main topic. She also heard from the matchmaker that Qi Ying had a good life, but she also thought that the other party might just have a good-looking appearance and a British military uniform. Call it good looking.

    I didn’t expect this to look good, this…

    —This is the best.

    Back in the 1970s, to introduce such a beautiful object?

    "Captain Qi, this is my eldest niece, Jiang Shuangling." Jiang Chuanfu introduced with a smile when he saw the person coming out. Next to him stood the production captain and women's director.

    Qi Heng looked at Jiang Shuangling and nodded, and said lightly, "Qi Heng."

    Jiang Shuangling smiled and said politely, "Commander Qi."

    "Comrade Jiang."

    The tones of the two were both unfamiliar and lukewarm, the people next to each other glanced at each other, and then showed the subtle smiles of the people who came over, "Let's not say more, let the young people themselves Say."

    After saying that, Jiang Chuanfu took the people out. At this time, Li Erhua also came in and twisted Jiang Hongping's arm out.

    The women's director smiled and leaned over to Jiang Chuanfu and whispered, "This battalion commander Qi is a good match for your eldest girl, or your Jiang's girl will choose men."

    When she heard this, Li Erhua twisted Jiang Hongping's arm even harder.

    Jiang Hongping patted her hand away, rubbed her arm, and said inexplicably, "Mom, what are you doing, it's all blue."

    Li Erhua smashed her teeth and swallowed it in her stomach.

    "You..."

    Jiang Shuangling and Qi Heng were left in the room.

    Jiang Shuangling invited him to sit down, and then poured two cups of hot tea, a faint white air rose in the room.

    When only the two of them were there, Jiang Shuangling realized that under the handsome appearance of the other party, there was a strong power, especially the chill in those eyes, maybe she had seen blood .

    Yes, he is a soldier.

    Jiang Shuangling, who has experienced various art exams since childhood, has long cultivated a calm soul that casts aside everything around her, and those who do their job should not shake hands.

    Thousands of eyes are staring at you, and the brush in your hand cannot shake.

    But...

    She is now Jiang Shuangling, a country girl in the 1970s. She still has to shake in front of foreign men.

    Jiang Shuangling lowered her head and picked up the tea bowl in front of her, politely nervous, and skillfully shook out a wave of water.

    Take a sip of tea, put the tea bowl down, and make a bang, the room became extremely quiet, and no one spoke.

    Jiang Shuangling looked at the other party, and the other party looked at her, as if they were waiting for the other party to speak.

    Jiang Shuangling: “…”

    The enemy will not move and I will not move.

    After a few minutes.

    It's just... very embarrassing.

    According to Jiang Shuangling's judgment, the battalion commander Qi sitting across from him belongs to the kind of cold and abstinent-type Gao Linghua officer, and this kind of person should not take the initiative to pursue girls on weekdays. And as a flower of the Academy of Fine Arts, she has always been coaxed by a group of suitors. She is only good at issuing good person cards, and it is quite embarrassing for her to take the initiative to talk to strange men.

    The first time on a blind date, I encountered a hard stubble.

    The other party is not moved by his beauty, and I, although moved by his beauty, I just want to draw him.

    This is very difficult, it is completely different from what she expected.

    Under this stalemate, thanks to the two of them being able to sit still, a soldier is naturally very determined, and a painter who can draw in one pose for a day is not bad.

    After a while, only a slight "creak" was heard, and a small figure slipped in.

    "Sister."