The next day, in the courtyard of the Chu family, the child stopped crying, the husband woke up, and the three of them finished eating the ready-made meal. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

According to common sense, the sound of the waves should still be there, but Chu Yiqing is still on the fire, and no matter how he drops, he can't lower the temperature.

She felt so ashamed, a shame.

Her husband actually hugged her father and cried bitterly, who is like this?

Chu Yiqing opened the car door and watched Wang Xintong get into the car with the windmill, and closed the car door with a "bang", Wang Jian'an was just about to bend down and follow in, and when he saw his daughter-in-law like this, he stood aside awkwardly and didn't say a word.

"You ride back by yourself."

Wang Jian'an had a good attitude, "Hmm." ”

He was embarrassed enough to wake up, thanks to the fact that his father-in-law was picked up by the driver in the morning, and his mother-in-law was also invited to watch the performance, otherwise he would have to sit still and eat.

Before Chu Yiqing got into the car, he glanced at Wang Jian'an again before closing the car door.

Wang Jian'an hurriedly knocked on the window of the car and instructed: "You drive slowly." I'll be there then. After speaking, he waved his hand at the car driving out of the yard.

Wang Jian'an has been smiling since he got up in the morning, as if he was half a cut shorter than Chu Yiqing.

Maybe from the moment he had to hug his daughter-in-law to sleep last night, he was destined to live a life of looking at his face.

Chu Ci put his hands around his chest and leaned against the door: "Brother-in-law, do you need a trachea?" Your rear tires are a little flat! ”

"No, no, no." Wang Jian'an stepped over the bicycle girder and nodded to Chu Ci, looking a little deserted and running away.

……

Liu Yafang stood at the gate angrily and shouted:

"Bi Yue? Bi Yue? Where?! ”

Bi Yue had a camera hanging around her neck, and when she heard someone calling her louder, she probed out from the neighbor's house next to her: "Mother, what are you doing?" ”

Liu Yafang muttered hatefully, what are you doing, you say Gaha?

It wasn't until Bi Yue was a meter away from her that she stretched out her hand and spread it out:

"Give me back the money and tickets? Look at me, a stumbling. I owe you a fat aunt's tofu ticket, and I owe the soy sauce money to the village shop, and I only reacted when I took out my pocket, and I left it for you. You've pulled me away. ”

Bi Yue couldn't hold back a smile: "You wait." I'll bring it to you. "She didn't do it to prevent her uncle, but she forgot to return her mother.

Liu Yafang followed Bi Yue and grinded:

"Are you panicking while a camera is burning? You say you, good people don't shoot, it's useless to shoot a bunch of them. I haven't heard of people not taking pictures. Da Nier, you are a loser, you walk on the front foot, and someone on the back foot specifies that you have a brain problem! ”

Bi Yue found her small purse and happened to see the food stamps:

"Mother, don't save this thing, use it as soon as you can. After a few years, it will not be in circulation. People don't pay much attention to this when buying things in Kyoto now, unlike in the past. You don't want to spend money on it, you can't do it. But I'm going to get a whole set of collections to play. ”

"What's that? Still playing? It's not enough to eat. What are you playing?! Liu Yafang snatched the money and tickets, and was just about to turn around and leave, when Bi Yue took a few and put them on the edge of the kang:

"yes, I haven't shot it yet!"

In Liu Yafang's fragmented thoughts, Bi Yue turned to the camera and took a photo of the food stamps.

Food stamps, tofu stamps, oil stamps, the characteristics of the times. On the top is written Longjiang Province, divided into half a city jin, one city jin, three city jin and so on.

After going back to his hometown for so many days, only today, Bi Yue felt that it was called fun.

She woke up in the morning and turned out the kerosene lamp.

At that time, her aunt hadn't returned to the county seat, and when she saw her holding a camera and shooting at a kerosene lamp, her aunt hurriedly took a towel to wipe it, but she stopped her, and what she wanted was the feeling of dust on the kerosene lamp.

After that, the whole family thought she had a nervous problem.

She patted the aluminum lunch box before and after, the red double happiness warming pot, and also photographed her desk.

In Bi Yue's opinion, in addition to this broken house, the whole family belongs to the characteristics of the Bi family, and the other one is this table.

On the very old and painted desk, there is a large piece of glass, and under the glass is a mess of papers and photographs.

There are small bills for her mother's life, small notes for his father to write down their addresses, pink paper, white notes, and the most distinctive thing is the few black and white photos.

The photo of Chu Yifeng in a military uniform and his father and mother looks very eye-catching.

Bi Yue has been to the Zhao family, her uncle's grandfather's house and the fat aunt's house, and she knows that the photos of other people's homes are pinned to the frame.

And her house, well, is probably a small matter of the mirror, and there is a crack that penetrates, so it is different.

After that, Bi Yue took a picture of it, and took pictures of everything.

When she saw Dog Dan'er entering the house and holding a few snowman popsicles in her hand, she also patted them.

She also deliberately followed Goudaner to the store, she also bought a lollipop, and after photographing, she gave the popsicle full of pigment water inside, and gave it to a passing child with braids and red face.

The child followed her all the way, she stopped and turned around and asked what she was doing, and the little girl timidly stirred her two little hands and said:

"I haven't said thank you yet."

After working blindly for noon, Liu Yafang, who was angry, couldn't do it, and couldn't manage it, and now Bi Yue went out in a hurry.

Bi Yue ran to the house again with the camera, pushed open the kitchen door, and looked deflated.

"Shan Xing, have you finished feeding your brother?"

The two-year-old little Douding sat on the small bench, and when he was full, he began to be dishonest, and he stood up slowly, he had nothing else to play, so he stood up and hugged the big bench instead, and began to sway back and forth, and heard the bench clattering back and forth, and giggled.

And the four-year-old Shan Xing speaks very neatly, understands everything, and is like a little adult, just dressed a little bit, and nodded when he heard the words:

"Well, that."

"Don't you finish feeding? My sister hasn't filmed you yet. What to do? ”

Shan Xing stretched out a small slap to cover her mouth and covered the mouthful of millet teeth:

"Let's shoot now, I'm done. I deliberately let my mother. Put on pants without patches. ”

Bi Yue sighed, and then smiled: "You wait, my sister's house has a cake, I'll pick it up, and you still feed your brother, okay?" ”

After speaking, Bi Yue kissed the little girl's face before leaving, which shows that she is really rare child.

She was passing by by accident yesterday and took a peek at the scene she just saw.

The four-year-old sat on the threshold, a small hand patting the two-year-old baby next to him, while holding a spoon and blowing steaming porridge.

The little mouth was blowing, and after blowing it very seriously, it was cold and then put it in his brother's mouth, and he asked decently: "Brother, is it hot?" ”

The expression on the way he fed his brother, the movement of the spoon passing over, looked so natural.

If you ignore that little girl is still combing her pigtails, and ignore that she still has a bib around her neck, it seems that you can see the scene when she grows up.

Bi Yue didn't know why she was at that time, her eyes were inexplicably moist, and she unconsciously walked into this courtyard.

So last night, she had the idea of taking a picture of this era.

Even if it's just the scene, the daily necessities, the food and drink, the clothes of the people, you can shoot whatever you can.

Because she knows that the children who are born from now on, they will not perceive this.

Because they have a document, a small red book, called the one-child certificate.

And the child born in five years will be her in the future.

They don't understand the stories of this era.

If you are not in it, you can't understand why the world is turned upside down, and if something big or a little happens, you have to get together and cut the continuous family blood. (To be continued.) )