Chapter 107: The years are quiet

Lu's mother walked out of the bedroom with a stack of photo albums in her arms.

"My own mother, what are you doing with these?" Lu Anming looked at the stack of old photo albums held by his mother, as if he remembered something, and suddenly opened his mouth.

"Let Qingqing see how cute you were when you were a child," he said, pulling Yan Muqing and began to appreciate it.

"Let me see first," he said as he quickly snatched a photo album that was already a little yellowed and curled from Lu's mother's hand, and turned it up anxiously.

"You still have a secret, you don't want me to see it yet" Yan Muqing looked at his slightly red cheeks, this young man would still blush?

"It's nothing" Lu Anming didn't look up, and continued to flip through the photo album. The meaning of the words cannot be concealed.

If you don't let me see it, I still have to see it. Thinking so in his heart, but he didn't care about it, here and Lu's mother admired the photo album, but their eyes glanced at Lu Anming from time to time.

After a while, seeing that Lu Anming secretly glanced up in her direction, and secretly wanted to hide something, Yan Muqing took advantage of his inattention, and snatched a photo in Lu Anming's hand.

"I want to see what this is, have you ever ordered a baby kiss, don't you want me to know, I just want to see..."

When he saw the person in the photo, the words in Yan Muqing's mouth stopped abruptly, who is this doll, so cute!

On his head is a small wig with two balls, the two small balls are fixed with red streamers, and finally leave a natural sagging, probably because of the wind at the time, the hairband on one side is still floating a little in the wind.

Bangs are still the most popular air bangs nowadays, with a beautiful arc in front of the forehead, and the tail just falls on the eyebrows. The wig that fell down hit the shoulder. The eyebrows are a little red, the body is wearing a small red dress, the lipstick on the lips is not very delicate, it is a little more than the original lip shape, and there is a reluctant expression on the white little face. The photographs are well preserved, and the tears in the eyes are still visible. The hem of the red skirt was cut into the shape of a leaf, and a pair of small white shorts that were below the knee could be seen in the gap. With one hand on his waist and a plastic red tassel gun in the other, isn't this little Nezha?

Yan Muqing, who was stunned by the cute doll in the photo, admired it for a moment and then laughed.

"This is too cute, Lu Anming, don't tell me this is you?" It should be Lu Anming, although it is very different from his current appearance, but the eyebrows and eyes are still somewhat similar to the small nose and the current Lu Anming.

"That's right, this is Lu Anming" Without waiting for Lu Anming to answer, Lu's mother couldn't wait to say.

"Mom, you're really a pig teammate"

"You stinky boy, what are you when I'm a pig?" Of course, Lu's mother didn't know about this terrier, and thought that Lu Anming was saying that she was a pig!

"Forget it, we have a generation gap, I won't tell you"

"Xiao Ming, you were so cute when you were a child, look at your little mouth, and baby fat, fleshy face, I really want people to take a bite"

"Yes, yes, when I was a child, I was so lovable, and many neighbors wanted to recognize him as my godson, hey, but it's not cute at all" Lu's mother sighed softly, probably thinking that time flies, the little glutinous doll at the beginning has grown up now, and she has reached the age of talking about marriage, and she is also old, often counting the wrinkles on her face in the mirror, and I don't know when there will be one more one.

"Yes, it's very cute," Yan Muqing responded.

"After that, our children will definitely be cuter than when I was a child," he said

Lu Anming, who spoke, came out with such a sentence coldly. Yan Muqing's face turned red when he said this. This damn Lu Anming, don't you make fun of people who don't look at time and place? Your parents are still here!

Yan Muqing tilted her head, glared at him, ignored his words, and continued to enjoy the photos with Lu's mother.

"We have a lot of people who have taken such pictures, mostly young boys, with exaggerated lipstick and thick eyebrows, but most of them are reluctant, but they are quite cute."

"Then I'll take a look at your childhood photos another day," Lu Anming still wants to get a city back!

"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you, I didn't have the opportunity to take such photos when I was a child, at most I took a few photos with my family during the New Year, no way, the poor are ugly, haha" Yan Muqing said haha, don't say no, it's true, she doesn't want Lu Anming to see what she looked like when she was a child, she was still a little black fat man at that time...

"I don't believe it!" Lu Anming took a sip of tea, he naturally didn't believe Yan Muqing's words, her psychology should be the same as his psychology just now.

"You are free" Yan Muqing took out an expression of what can you do to me.

Lu Anming saw her with an expression that I was the boss and I had the final say, and quietly accepted her fate. Naturally, he didn't dare to do anything to his daughter-in-law.

The album flipped to a group photo and stopped.

A young man and a woman.

The man combed the hair that was popular in that era, the hair of the sideburns was slightly curved, the heavy bangs were divided to both sides, the hair on the top of the head was also fluffy and thick, from the middle of the hair to the end of the hair is a gradually decreasing level, to the neck The hair is very thin, obediently attached to the neck, if the front head curtain is blown into a neat roll shape, it will become a domestic Elvis. The upper body is a washed white denim top, the lower body is a shrunken pants, and the feet are stepping on a pair of white travel shoes, the iconic mustache is neatly trimmed, and the sharp between the eyebrows and eyes is the same as now, the only difference is the fair skin and the collagen on the face, this is Daddy Lu.

Mother Lu next to her, her hair was combed into a small hand, the bangs after the perm were combed to the side, her face was also smooth and ruthless, there was no sense of vicissitudes today, her thin face was shy, her upper body was also the most popular bat shirt at that time, and her lower body was also shrunken pants. Father Lu's body is burly and strong, and he can be seen to be more than 1.8 meters tall, and Mother Lu belongs to a petite and delicate body, standing up straight is to the position of Father Lu's shoulders, and now it is the most cute height difference.

The background is a tall palace complex building, which does not look like the imperial capital, and the passers-by behind him are riding a bicycle with a big 28, which is also in the mirror. The overall tone of the photograph is gray, and the original color of the clothes cannot be seen, and there were no color photographs at that time.

Both of them have faint sweet smiles on their faces, and at a glance, they know that they are not brothers and sisters, but they are engaged in objects!

Mother Lu looked at Yan Muqing for a long time on the photo, then raised her eyes to look at it, then took the photo, and saw that it was this photo, the past engraved in her heart, vividly, the young face no longer exists, the past hardships no longer exist, and there may be a young, fiery heart with the passing away.

"This is your uncle just discharged from the army, we are going to come back to take a photo, this is taken at a spot in our J city, I was only 20 at the time, now look at what I was wearing at that time, I feel so stupid"

"The trend of fashion can never keep up with us, but now look at the clothes at that time, it is not outdated to wear now, you see that the first two years did not start to become popular again bell bottoms, these two years of awl pants, bat shirts have also become popular, ten years of change. We little people don't pay attention to that

, the cost performance is appropriate, but your figure was really good at that time" This sentence is not false. Aside from her appearance, Mother Lu's figure back then is definitely at the goddess level.

"At that time, we also had to be organized, hey, but after so many years with your uncle, I didn't care about that. I thought about how to live frugally all day" Talking about the past, Lu's mother smiled, but only she knew the suffering of those years.

"That was before, look at the present, you and your uncle's fruit shop is booming, Xiao Ming is also working, An Ran is also graduating from college, you should enjoy happiness in the future, everything looks forward" Yan Muqing continued to flip through the photo album and comforted Lu's mother.

Lu Anming, who was on the side, stopped interjecting, leaned on the back of the Spring and Autumn Chair, drank tea, and watched TV. Father Lu on the other side may have drunk a little wine at noon, and his eyes are also closed at this time, and he doesn't know whether he is asleep or sleeping with his eyes closed.

"Yes, yes, I look forward to you and Lu Anming being well now, and I will be relieved that you will take care of him for me in the future" Lu's mother sighed, and she no longer cared about anything when she spoke, which made the tips of Yan Muqing's ears a little hot. It's too early for you to say this, and besides, you told me so directly, uh, don't you take my feelings into account, after all, you haven't met my parents yet. However, Yan Muqing did not nod in agreement, nor did he shake his head in denial.

Actually, she thinks that she is getting along with Lu Anming's parents now, and the overall feeling is okay, but when she really gets along, she doesn't know how to live.

"Whew," Lu's father was already leaning back in the chair and snoring.

Yan Muqing and the three of them were also attracted by this snoring sound and raised their heads.

"Lu Zhenjiang, Lu Zhenjiang, you go back to the house to sleep" Father Lu got up and pulled Father Lu twice, and before this person left, he snored.

Lu Anming looked at Yan Muqing embarrassedly and explained, "My dad drinks a little wine, no matter how much it is, if he doesn't talk to him for a while, he can fall asleep."

"It's okay, let my uncle go to sleep in the house" Saying that, Yan Muqing stood up and got out of the way so that Father Lu could pass through.

Father Lu was pulled by Mother Lu like this, and immediately opened his eyes, his eyes were a little dazed, and the redness in his eyes was obviously much more, seeing Yan Muqing standing on the side, he smiled apologetically, "It's been a busy day, I'm a little sleepy" After speaking, he picked up the tea that had cooled down and took a sip.

"It's okay, uncle, you go and lie down in the house for a while" In this case, Yan Muqing didn't think there was anything wrong, she was getting older, and it was normal to take a lunch break.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm still listening to you talk."

"Dad, go back to the house quickly, the snoring is up, how can we still chat, just listen to your snoring" Lu Anming also stood up, pulled one of Lu's father's hands, and wanted to push him into the house.

"Okay, Xiaoyan, you chat, I really have to sleep for a while, there is a delivery at night" The reason why Lu's father sat for a long time, his steps staggered a little when he stood up.

"You slow down" Yan Muqing helped him for a moment, and Lu Anming next to him also said slowly.

"Your uncle likes to sit on the sofa and take a nap, and I don't know if we can hypnotize him or how to drip when we talk" Lu's mother saw Lu's father go back to the house, and said to Yan Muqing with a smile.

After chatting for a while, the three of them watched the TV intently, and talked about the plot from time to time. The heating in the house is very powerful, the spring flowers in the corner of the wall actually bulge two or three buds, the sound of the water dispenser boiling water rang for a while, stopped for a while, and the clock on the wall, the sound of ticking gradually became clear...

At this moment, the four people in the room may be thinking about the future days, and they will all be quiet like this...