Song Fusheng carried a pocket on his shoulder, held an oversized photo frame in his hand, and raised his head and shouted to his daughter-in-law:

"Are you hurrying?"

"It's coming, it's coming."

Qian Peiying came down from the attic.

After coming down, rub the water stains on your hands on the placket: "Lift it down or on top?" ”

Song Fusheng rolled his eyes.

If he can carry it alone, it won't bother his daughter-in-law.

Qian Peiying's face was also flushed, and she couldn't hold back a smile, "Okay, I know, you don't stare at me." ”

The two of them "one, two, three" lifted the photo frame together, and Song Fusheng shouted behind him: "You slow down." ”

"I can't slow down, I can't hold on."

The two of them carried the large photo frame and came down from the stairs to cover the slag.

The wall behind the sofa in the living room was decorated by Song Fusheng in the style of a modern TV wall.

In fact, it is not pretended, it is a large brown and black wooden frame, but I want the ancient old craftsmen to carve some wood flowers, which is the original and antique.

But it was too flowery, and the daughter-in-law said, "You wipe it?" ”

The more hollow flowers, the more difficult it is to clean up.

In a word, he ran out of electricity.

So just make a big frame like a TV wall, and then inside the big frame, I plan to hang this calligraphy and painting in the middle.

The word was written by Song Fusheng, and it was stamped and deducted, which is a little cold: Tong Shengzhang.

There are only five words framed in the huge photo frame, horizontally: "Home and everything is prosperous." ”

The two of them cooed for a long time, and for a while they shouted crookedly, and for a while you didn't nail it, so they hung up the words.

Then Song Fusheng held a wooden nail in his mouth and a hammer in his hand, hammering nails above the mosaic-style fireplace.

There is also a picture frame hanging above this fireplace, but this time it is a painting, and the picture frame is also small, with horizontal and vertical versions.

Qian Peiying opened the burden that Song Fusheng was carrying before, found these small photo frames, and handed them to her husband one by one.

"Old Song, this hanging horizontal version looks good, right? Hang irregularly. ”

"It's the cake, I'm thinking in order."

"Okay, listen to you."

So the first picture frame above the fireplace is painted: mushrooms, pine nuts.

Then there are cakes, peppers, cute little wild boars and wild wolves, Leba, milk bricks, black mines, and the face of the Maxima Dart Bureau.

The above paintings are all Q versions, all from Song Fuling's handwriting.

When these small photo frames were hung up, Song Fusheng took a few steps back, and said to his wife while watching: "My daughter has a heart." ”

Qian Peiying also saw the beauty of Zizizi, isn't this painted according to the process of family history?

said on his lips: "She's afraid to draw a family portrait and draw this thing to fool us." ”

Pulled Song Fusheng again: "Okay, don't be your daughter the most talented in the world, work quickly, and you will appreciate it slowly in the future." ”

Song Fusheng immediately obediently went upstairs again, upstairs and downstairs, and even ran to death, moved the table lamp from upstairs, and the two floor lamps were going to be placed next to the sofa.

His sofa is actually a rattan chair, and then there are two single seats on the opposite side of the rattan chair.

And the so-called floor lamp is to be able to insert candles, but also to light lamp oil, otherwise how to tidy, not more lights, the house is dark.

The third and fourth trips were seven or eight big burdens, and Song Fusheng came down every time he was full of them.

"Here you go, Peiying, curtains."

There are a few oversized wrappers that are drapes and fabrics cotton linen, dark gray.

Qian Peiying: We don't need that light color, we can't wash it.

Mrs. Ma is not here at this time, if she is, she can't stand it when she sees this cotton cloth.

This falls vertically from the roof of the shed, how much can this pair of large curtains do?

Especially what are you up there?

"Old Song, hand me the curtain." This is floor-to-ceiling, and the first floor of the house is raised high, and the curtains are all gone, are the curtains still missing? Don't make it look bad.

Qian Peiying watched Song Fusheng study for a while, and it was done.

"Come down, I'll hang, I'll see you standing on the ladder trembling and afraid." Song Fusheng replaced his daughter-in-law, and he went to hang the curtains.

Qian Peiying came down and opened the other bags, now that it was so hot, there was no need to lay fur on the rattan chair, she directly put the cushions embroidered with ink-colored bamboo and white gray background.

The cushions were custom-made, and they were made when I went to the city to buy ten taels of clothes for Lao Song.

You look at other people's craftsmanship, Qian Peiying rarely touches it, this is not patch embroidery, machine embroidery, it is a special job of stitch and thread embroidery, the bamboo style on each cushion is different, but after a few cushions are placed, I feel that it should be like this, like a set.

Mrs. Ma is not here, she is busy with her own house, if she is here at this time: "What? Get those cotton stuffs here? You can't do it even if you stuff your old clothes here, so you don't understand, what can you do if you don't rely on it? "Ah, if a man is strong, he will suffer if he gets money.

It's not that it's not there, not to mention that no matter how much nonsense there is, it's useless, people are in charge of their own lives.

After the two of them hung the curtains, they were all finished, some of the threads fell to the floor, Qian Peiying swept the floor, and Song Fusheng dun the ground.

After finishing these, the two of them went to clean up the tatami mats together, one wiping, and the other standing on the tatami mat to put books.

"I'll just say, there are too many bookcases, so many partitions are empty."

"You don't have to worry, your daughter will be able to buy you all slowly."

Song Fusheng choked.

After a while: "Huh? Daughter-in-law, let's buy a piano? ”

"What? Can you play? ”

"You don't care if you play it or not, there are people at home, piano, tea, you can't look tall."

"Recruit ashes, you wipe it? When your daughter and Mi Shou are interested in buying something, you can go home to buy something. ”

Song Fusheng thought about it, got off the tatami mat and put on his shoes and went to the attic.

"What are you going to do?"

"Looking for your gourd silk," found the bookshelves on the partition, and when others asked, he told his daughter-in-law that he would.

The two of them walked backwards all the way from the staircase pier, one with a wet mop and the other with a dry mop, until they reached the gate.

The last burden was opened, and the mat took off its shoes and appeared, using bamboo to weave Teng, which was also used to weave a steamer.

I wear this when I enter the house in the summer, and I take off my shoes in the winter, and I haven't bought it yet.

That's it, I have prepared a lot of summer slippers alone, do you see? Two wooden shoe cabinets with a height of one meter and four heights at the door of the house are not enough, one cabinet is full of shoes worn outside, and one cabinet is full of slippers.

There are so many to prepare, and there are many family members.

Song Fusheng stood up and straightened his waist, and when he turned around, he was startled: "When did you come?" ”

Fugui looked inside with his mouth half open: "Ah, just came." ”

Qian Peiying had a flushed face, tired, hot, and said enthusiastically: "Come into the house." ”

Song Fugui wanted to say nothing, just looked at the door and knew that it was very clean, a little like a stunned retreat, and was pushed forward by Song Fusheng.

Fugui hurriedly jumped on his slippers, and after being embarrassed for five seconds, he laughed and said, "Me? I can't come to your house in the future, my feet are not as clean as your slippers. ”

It's a real thing, the feet can step on the ground, and wipe it in vain.

Then Fugui stood in the living room dumbfounded.

What is called light decoration and heavy decoration, Song Fusheng's house is vividly embodied, especially the ancient toiling masses have not seen it.

The rectangular dining table is covered with a cloth flag, which is satin, black brocade with a dark background, with a pattern on it, this table can be pulled, pulled out and closed to a round table, the dining table is equipped with four chairs.

Floor-to-ceiling curtains, curtains, ink-colored bamboo cushions on rattan chairs, standing at the door of the living room, you can see the home and everything on the wall, floor lamps, ornaments on the chest of drawers, very casually, as well as Qian Peiying's sewing basket, a few colorful paintings hanging on the mosaic fireplace.

Fugui swallowed and spit: Fusheng, trouble you, pinch me, am I still in the world?