It’s a Stepmother, Not a Sister [70s]

    "Grandma, show you my drawing!"

    When Zhao Yinghua came back, Qi Yue took the picture he had filled in and went to his grandma to present a treasure, Jiang Che stood behind with his picture , I had to show it to my brother-in-law.

    Niu Jiadong and Zhu Mingming have gone home with their pictures.

    Zhao Yinghua took the words passed by her eldest grandson, smiling from ear to ear, "This is what you drew, let grandma see it, it's so beautiful."

    Qi Yue raised his face very modestly and said, "I just filled in a color, the painting was drawn by my mother."

    It's just that today's mother feels different from her usual mother.

    "You look good, your colors are also very nice." Zhao Yinghua looked down at the colorful tiger painted in seven colors, and clicked again nod.

    "Grandson, you really know how to choose." Even if it is a beautiful tiger, it is the best looking tiger.

     Qi Heng, who was beside him, took the painting handed over by Jiang Che, touched his head, and praised, "It's a good painting."

    Xiao Jiang Che painted a giraffe. Although he did not use many colors, he did not have seven colors, but he made a big red giraffe.

    The color is very eye-catching.

    Jiang Shuangling couldn't bear to look directly at the coloring of these two goods, she blinded her eyes, she can only boast: "It's very fantasy."

    Zhao Yinghua smiled and turned her head to Jiang Shuangling, "Little Jiang, you drew all of this, you are really capable, Mom has seen it in a comic book before. your painting."

    "You also drew the two ink paintings in the room."

    "I drew it, and the drawing is not very good."

    "It's too modest. Mom likes your paintings and thinks you are better than anyone else. When will you paint another painting for Mom?"

    "I'll paint a portrait of you later."

    …

    The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law chatted for a while about painting, Zhao Yinghua suddenly said that she wanted to write a calligraphy for her, Jiang Shuangling couldn't help but nodded happily, thinking: This is normal The development of art exchange!

    Look at the stars and the moon with my mother-in-law, talk about poetry, talk about painting and calligraphy…

    Zhao Yinghua polished the ink, spread out the white paper, and asked Jiang Shuangling, "What word do you want."

    Jiang Shuangling hesitated and said, "Then let's have a good family and everything."

    According to the preferences of the older generation, they should like these five words.

    "Okay." Zhao Yinghua wrote her five big characters.

    Jiang Shuangling knew calligraphy. She suddenly discovered that her mother-in-law's calligraphy skills were not low.

    "Mom, Yan Jin Liu Gu, your writing is so beautiful."

    …

    Jiang Che and Qi Yue, two innocent children, were originally watching, and then they were arrested and given pen and paper to practice together. calligraphy.

    —It is imperative to improve dog crawling.

    Improve the dog crawling word from the doll!

     "That's right, Mom, you are here. From now on, the two children will follow you to practice calligraphy for half an hour every day."

    Zhao Yinghua agreed: "Okay."

    Qi Yue and Jiang Che were shocked: "!

    

    Why this fire is on them.

    Qi Yue hugged Jiang Shuangling's left leg, raised her little face, blinked her moist peach blossom eyes just like Qi Heng, and said coquettishly, "Mom, write My hands hurt after finishing school work."

    "Why didn't your hand hurt when you were running around with the bench and sandbag?" Jiang Shuangling touched his little face very lovingly.

    Aojiao Cub is a strong monster, and when he runs with something, he is fierce.

    Jiang Che hugged Jiang Shuangling's right leg, and also raised her little face. Miserably with tears in her eyes, she said, "Sister, my hand hurts too."

    "I don't carry a bench or a sandbag!"

    Jiang Shuangling: "...How come I secretly saw you carrying a bucket of water and deliberately circling the yard..."

    Receiving the original stimulation from Jiang Xiaohua, Jiang Xiaohua was very addicted to exercising her arm strength.

    When my brother-in-law took off his clothes, the two cubs quietly shrank aside, looking at each other's chest, shoulders and upper arm muscles with admiration.

    Qi Yue: "...it hurts in my hand, there are thorns on the pen, and I hold it in my hands."

    Jiang Che: "Prick! Hand! Hand!"

    Jiang Shuangling was speechless and condensed. The two children in their family are diligent when they say they are diligent, and lazy when they say they are lazy, but they do not like to write.

    Of course, it is strange that children of this age like to write.

    The little Jiang Che used to be relatively honest. He listened to his elder sister's words, and when she asked him to study and read, he would go. By his side, he is no longer a serious obedient brother.

    Zhao Yinghua was about to burst into laughter next to her, and deliberately teased them: "Grandma takes a pen every day, but she never sees her hands pierced."

    Qi Yue tilted his head: "Because grandma is wearing gloves?"

    Jiang Che: "Maybe only children's hands will be pierced."

    Qi Yue: "Jiang Er is right, it seems that the teacher will not be pricked."

    Jiang Che: "Niu Jiadong said that it was very tiring to hold a pen. He said that his hand was about to break after a few minutes of writing."

    Qi Yue: "I also think my hand is about to break."

    …

    "Maybe children are not suitable for practicing calligraphy."

    "Wait until you become an adult before practicing calligraphy."

    "It will be a long time before we grow up."

    "The younger brother and sister are not out yet."

& nbsp; , Jiang Shuangling was fine when she saw this scene, but Zhao Yinghua was taken aback by this scene.

    Her grandson is completely different from his father.

    

    In the past, when he was in his second uncle and second uncle's mother's house, he would never speak so neatly.

    The corners of Jiang Shuangling's mouth twitched, and she really avoided homework and calligraphy, which is the nature of children. Come up with a set of cross talk skills that you come and go.

    If the child in her belly is born, will the three of them get together by playing drums?

    Zhao Yinghua stood aside, did not interrupt the two children, and did not intervene in this matter, but turned to look at her little daughter-in-law, wanting to see How did she handle it.

    Jiang Shuangling: "…"

    She clapped her palms, took out the big killer at home, and shouted outside: "Brother, brother, come in quickly."

    Zhao Yinghua: "?"

    Qi Heng walked in, with some water stains on his hands, Jiang Shuangling handed him a towel to wipe his hands.

    Qi Yue and Jiang Che got closer and pinched their tails.

    "Jiang Mei, what's wrong?"

    Old God Jiang Shuangling nodded, "The children are practicing calligraphy for their mother, what do you think?"

    Qi Heng lowered his eyes, returned the towel in his hand to Jiang Shuangling, and glanced at the two children standing there.

    "Learn to practice calligraphy?"

    Zhao Yinghua: "...?"

    After being stared at by him for a few seconds, Qi Yue looked up and said, "Mom, I want to learn to practice calligraphy."

    Jiang Che: "Sister, I also want to practice calligraphy."

    Zhao Yinghua: "???"

    Jiang Shuangling felt that she was playing the game well, she hugged Qi Heng's hand and was very satisfied with the power of her powerful weapon, "Brother Heng, our children are really good sensible."

    "Sister Ling, you're right."

    Zhao Yinghua: “…”

    Jiang Che and Qi Yue felt hairy.

    Qi Yue: "??!

    Jiang Che: "!

    Obviously they used to be called "Comrade Qi" and "Qi Heng", but now they are one brother and sister, what happened to their parents (sister and brother-in-law).

    In the night, Jiang Che and Qi Yue lay side by side in the small quilt, Qi Yue pulled the hand of the little boy beside him and whispered to him: "Jiang Er... "

    Jiang Che replied in a faint sound of airflow: "Qi Er, what's wrong?"

    "I want my mother to give me a brother, I don't want a sister."

    Jiang Che: "Why?"

    "It's scary to have a sister."

    Jiang Che: "...Aren't you afraid of tigers?"

    Qi Yue was shocked, "Yeah, I'm not afraid of anything! How could a closed warrior be afraid of his sister?!

    Jiang Che: "Is my sister scarier than a tiger?"

    Qi Yue: "Today my mother is called father and brother."

    Sister Ling is scary.

    Jiang Che: "…"

    Qi Yue: "…"

    Jiang Che: "I also think it's good that you have a younger brother."

    Qi Yue: "Like you, you will call me the brother of the eldest brother Qi."

    Jiang Che: "...Qi Er, I'm older than you!"

    The two children practiced calligraphy together with their little faces, and Zhao Yinghua couldn't help but wonder, saying that children were the most difficult to discipline when they were young. Zhao Yinghua, a few naughty sons, was deeply touched.

    The boys almost made her dizzy when they were kids.

    Zhao Yinghua thought in a trance that her original intention to learn calligraphy was to be angry with a few unlucky children, and the people beside her persuaded her , practice calligraphy, recuperate body and mind, and deal with the group of sons of debt collectors who hate dogs with a calm attitude.

    Whenever her son was angry, she practiced calligraphy.

    But I didn’t think so…

    She looked at the two children beside her who were practicing calligraphy honestly, and couldn't help sighing, Xiao Wu was self-disciplined and obedient since she was a child, and she didn't need to study hard People go to warn, and now it's him to discipline the children.

    This works well too.

    Jiang Shuangling brought some sauce-flavored cakes in to reward the two children, "Cub, let's write better."

    The children who ate the cake nodded one after another, their little mouths were as sweet as honey, and Qi Dalai waved his hand, his mouth smeared with oil, "Mom, Don't worry, I like to practice calligraphy the most."

    "Sister, I also like to practice calligraphy!"

    "Want to have omelette tomorrow."

    "I want to eat rabbit buns."

    Jiang Shuangling: "…"

    The capricious two little debt collectors.

    Children's mouth, deceitful ghost.

    Zhao Yinghua tasted a piece of sauce-flavored cake, her eyes lit up immediately, and followed: "Whatever the child wants to eat, I also want to eat."

    Jiang Shuangling: "..." I will never forget this part of my mother.

    Eating delicious and crispy sauce pancakes, Qi Yue cheered a little: "...Fortunately, Dad is not here."

    Jiang Che, who was next to him, agreed very much.

    Jiang Shuangling: "…"

    However, these little broken children are too happy too early, even if their father is away, the cake is eaten quickly, and their family now has one more person.

    Mother-in-law took her two children to practice calligraphy. Jiang Shuangling drew four pictures of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum along with her pen. Zhao Yinghua liked each picture very much. They have written a poem about it.

    "I'll frame them later."

    In the past two days, my brother has called more than she has ever called in her life. , isn't it just a few times to call you brother? You won't lose a few pieces of meat.

    Qi Heng pushed open the door and entered the room, Jiang Shuangling smiled and waved at him, "Brother, brother, come here quickly."

    Qi Heng looked at her, his eyes darkened a little, walked to Jiang Shuangling and sat down, "Jiang Mei."

    "You sit." Jiang Shuangling asked him to sit, moved a small bench by herself, went to get a brush, and put the pen on Qi Heng's handsome Zhang A charming and beautiful peach blossom was painted on his face.

    Her brushstrokes are very delicate, Yaoyao's peach is painted on the corner of the opponent's eye, and it is not abrupt at all, and the petals and stamens are all exquisite.

    After finishing the painting, Jiang Shuangling lifted his chin and looked at it, she really looked like a peach blossom.

    —Very angry.

    "If you dare to walk around our family's courtyard during the day with this appearance, I will call you brother for the rest of my life."

    "Good."

    Jiang Shuangling choked on her own saliva, and hurriedly hugged Qi Heng's waist, "It's okay, no! In order for me to call you brother, you This man is doing everything he can!"

    "It was my sister who said it first."

    "Sister, I'm so lost, come and kiss you, you forgot about it."

    Zhao Yinghua called her son Qi Yan.

     "Second, don't worry, you have a hundred hearts, I am very good here, your brother is very good, your younger brother and sister are very good, your The nephew is better, and I'll just wait for the little grandson to be born."

    "Food and shelter are good, cold? It's cold, but I'm not afraid, I'm in the house every day, my eldest grandson learns to write with me ...I don't even want to go back."

    "Your brother and sister, how are you, Xiao Jiang's little mouth is so sweet, I'm like a daughter, what a good daughter-in-law here.

     Qi Yan said sourly over there: "Where's Xiao Cheng, aren't you two girls, the other one forgot?"

    Zhao Yinghua: "Does Xiao Cheng call you brother?"

    Qi Yan: "She is a month older than me."

    Zhao Yinghua: "Then do you call her sister?"

    Qi Yan: "If I dare to call her eldest sister, she can chop off my head with a knife."

    Zhao Yinghua: “…”

    "So, I heard Xiao Jiang called Xiao Wuyi a brother here, and my heart melted, it seems that there are really more little girl."

    Qi Yan: "...Little Jiang's name is fifth brother?"

    "Yes, people call him brother at home on weekdays."

    He was thinking, right? Last time he went to the fifth brother's house, what did the younger brother and younger sister call each other?

    Did you call me brother last time?

    Wang Xueshu pulled away a dead leaf on the small stool, and pulled Jiang Shuangling to bake together by the small stove.

    He was about to go out with a roasted sweet potato in his mouth, "Little Jiang, Qi Heng, your family is really proud of the spring breeze recently, I see him walking with wind. ."

    "I saw him enter your yard with a smile on his lips."

    "Could it be that sweater? No need, really no need, he doesn't fit."

    Jiang Shuangling: "...It's not about this."

    Wang Xueshu asked curiously: "What is that? I heard that your family Qiying is in a good mood recently, this face is so eye-catching, it seems to be shining , thanks to him staying in the crowd of men every day, otherwise he would be too recruited by little girls."

    "Unlike my old He, no one can see him in the crowd of women."

    He: "Hey, hey, you talk too much. When I was young, I was also a piece of grass in eight villages."

    Wang Xueshu: "A dry grass that has been pulled."

    As she spoke, she pulled a grass from the ground.

    He: "...Stinky bitch, I'm leaving."

    He snorted a few times, feeling that he couldn't care about these women, patted his butt, then touched a roasted sweet potato and slipped out of the yard .

    Watching the back of Head He leaving, Wang Xueshu turned her head and asked, "Little Jiang, how are you getting along with your mother-in-law?"

    Jiang Shuangling: "...It's okay, we get along well, much better than I imagined, but since my mother-in-law came, I feel..."

    Wang Xueshu was a little nervous when she said, "What?"

    Jiang Shuangling: "I felt like I took a bath with tea leaves."

    The whole body is full of tea.

    "What do you mean?" Wang Xueshu couldn't quite understand her description.

    "Just...I just subconsciously wanted to behave better in front of my mother-in-law." Jiang Shuangling scratched her ears and scratched her cheeks and couldn't understand why it developed like this.

    It's the dog man who got him off to a bad start.

    My brother and sister cried every day.

    …

    "It's all the same, who doesn't want to behave well, and it's fortunate that your Qiying and my old He don't have a mother-in-law, otherwise they will feel better."

    "Where is your mother-in-law?"

    "Forget it, I can't count on it here. If I can count on it, let my sister come? Don't say that, it's a disappointment."

    "Okay, don't talk about this." Jiang Shuangling changed the subject and talked about something she had been thinking about recently, "...Pharaoh?"

    "Huh?" Wang Xueshu raised her eyebrows, and when she called Lao Wang, she responded, "Little Jiang?"

    "You have been married to Head He for several years, do you feel...that is, after the other party gets married, it seems like a different person."

    Wang Xueshu: "People are always changing, no one is the same."

    Jiang Shuangling: "He will imitate your speech?"

    "Well, sometimes I do. After getting along for a long time, everyone will bring some shadows of the people around them. Those who are red and close to the ink and those who are black, the husband and wife have been together for a long time every day, and there will always be some similarities."

    Wang Xueshu took a wooden stick and pulled it a few times in the charcoal fire, the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes rose up, the original red skin was roasted black , "What? Xiao Jiang, what are you worried about?"

    Jiang Shuangling: "...Xiao Jiang's melancholy, you don't understand Pharaoh next door."

    "Fart."

    Wang Xueshu laughed at her: "You are afraid that you will become as taciturn as Qi Heng, expressionless all day long, don't talk to me, it's boring, little Jiang But a very interesting person."

    Jiang Shuangling: "...I can't be afraid of him becoming like me—"

    Wang Xueshu widened her eyes and asked curiously, "What do you become like you?"

    Jiang Shuangling: "…"

    She found that Qi Heng did learn her tone and expressions to tease her, this dog man has changed.

    "The same life is positive!" Jiang Shuangling replied shamelessly, "Alas, this is actually not the point."

    "Since my mother-in-law appeared, I feel like we are ten years younger..."

    With an elder by her side, she felt like she and Qi Heng had become elementary school chickens, and they played some childish mutual confrontation.

    It's a bit "disrespectful" in front of children.

    But she was inexplicably having fun in it, not serious at all, obviously marriage should make people mature...

    "You don't know your happiness in the midst of happiness, you haven't been married for a year, and you are still hot, waiting for an old couple like me and Lao He In this state, there are only chicken feathers bickering and quarreling."

    Jiang Shuangling: "…will you?"

    "But Lao Wang, didn't you say that you were always arguing before you got married?"

    Wang Xueshu: "...I used to despise him, but now we despise each other, tsk, sure enough, men are different after they get married."

    Jiang Shuangling: "He clearly cares about you."

    "Your family also cares about you."

     Qi Heng came back in the evening and helped Jiang Shuangling out for a walk as usual. They are all grown up, and their bicycles are still sitting in the corner of the wall to eat ashes.

    Jiang Shuangling raised her hand and rubbed Qi Heng's cheek, thinking that you are a prodigal.

    "Jiang Mei, what's wrong?"

    Jiang Shuangling snorted and called her Jiang Mei Jiang Mei every day, she felt a **** smell on her body.

    Wait for the New Year, make a bunch of **** candy for this man to eat, let him eat enough ginger.

    Walking on the road, they met Mrs. Song who came home with a few children, and Political Commissar Song was also beside him. these what.

    Sister Song has been married for nearly ten years?

    Jiang Shuangling turned to look at the man beside her, and couldn't help thinking in her heart, what will they look like after seven or eight years of marriage?

    Will there be the legendary seven-year itch?

    "Qi Heng, did you do it on purpose recently?"

    Qi Heng protected her waist, "What's the purpose?"

    "Ask knowingly."

    "Brother, you know I'm nervous when Mom is here. You're playing with me like this on purpose? Want me to relax?"

    "Play with you?"

    "Yeah, my good brother." Jiang Shuangling hugged the arms of the people around her and put her head on her body.

    "No, I'm selfish, I like to hear you call me brother."

    Jiang Shuangling closed her eyes, she has never had a brother before, this feeling is actually very strange, "It's really more secure to be called a brother than a name, every day Calling you like that, it's like I really have a brother who protects me."

    "I will always protect you."

    "If you're nervous, you can call out more."

    Jiang Shuangling snorted and said in disgust, "Stinky brother."

    Qi Heng: “…”

    Bounce between older brother and younger brother.

    Zhao Yinghua took the time to go to Rongcheng to buy a lot of wool, and when she had nothing to do, she sat by the fire and made sweaters. She copied a fresh style from Teacher Yao , planning to play one for the second child at home, Qi Yan.

    Jiang Shuangling saw it and asked casually, "Mom, do you knit a sweater?"

    Zhao Yinghua nodded, "Play one for Qi Heng's brother."

    After finishing speaking, Zhao Yinghua suddenly realized something and explained to Jiang Shuangling: "It's not that I don't give it to Xiaowuzhi, I just don't think it's suitable for him. The new style copied by Lao Yao, it is said that many men like it."

    "Little Jiang, take a look at this style."

    Jiang Shuangling was curious: "What style?"

    It’s still the kind that many men like…

    "This style is a bit weird, it doesn't look very warm, I definitely don't like to wear it, and it looks a bit weird, you come and see."

    Jiang Shuangling took a look and said: "!…

    Mistgrass…

    Isn’t that the rags? ? ? ?

    "It looks alright, I think it's suitable for Qi Heng's brother, Xiaowu...I can't imagine how this dress looks on him ."

    Jiang Shuangling: "Mom, I think you're right."

    But I already gave him one.