Mei Hongwen was in the first grade of Fangjiadian Primary School, and his grades were the same as Mei Yali the year before and last year, always above 95 points, and from time to time the full score of the test paper appeared on the teacher's desk.

Because of this, the two children of Mei Zhijun's family are smart and clever, and they are always talked about by Teacher Fang of Fangjiadian Primary School.

Thanks to his many publicity, Mei Yali and Mei Hongwen sisters and brothers soon became famous in Heigang Township.

Mei Zhijun and She Yufen felt that their faces were shining, and they grasped the schoolwork of the two children more and more tightly.

Fortunately, they are not the kind of parents who blindly covet fame, even if there are many people who are instigated by ill intentions, they still did not ask Mei Hongwen to be the same as her because Mei Yali skipped grades one after another.

Mei Yali is very happy about this, she doesn't want her experience of reliving her life to bring psychological shadows to her cute little brother.

Mei Hongwen is different from her.

She has already been a child once, and no matter how much she pretends in this life, she will not be truly carefree and childish.

But Mei Hongwen is a real child, and he deserves to have a carefree and happy childhood.

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Ma. She family.

Although She Yujie brought his girlfriend back, She Fenggang still didn't hold back his temper, and in front of Old Man She and others, he scolded She Yujie fiercely.

Old Man She and Mrs. She have been wiping away tears, and the two of them are holding She Yujie's hands one by one, and they say in a loud voice, "It's good to come back, it's good to come back."

Wang Xiulan has been crying breathlessly, in the past few years, She Yujie's news has not made her suffer a lot, and her original black hair is now a little more silver in it.

When Mei Zhijun came to She's house on a motorcycle, She Yujie was crying and admitting her mistake, and She Yujie's girlfriend was standing behind Wang Xiulan with red eyes.

She was slender, and it was very difficult to support Wang Xiulan, who was about to faint, but she did not show this difficulty on her face.

"Yujie!" As soon as She Yufen got off the motorcycle, she immediately pounced on She Yujie.

She Yujie turned her head with a pair of red and swollen eyes, "Eldest sister." ”

"Where have you been all these years? Why don't you send a letter to your family? We're all dying of fear. She Yufen looked at him while complaining loudly.

She Yujie wiped her tears, "I'm going to Province Y." I didn't make much money from my old job, so I went south with my classmates. It's been a hard time in the past few years, and I'm embarrassed to send a letter home. ”

- Although the most important reason is that he was hurt by She Fenggang, so he was angry and didn't write to his home, but on such an occasion, of course he would not say his true words.

After this incident, he finally realized that although She Fenggang was selfish and favored his eldest son, he was not completely devoid of father-son affection for his younger son.

No matter how bad he usually treats, when it really comes to the time when he mistakenly thinks that something has happened to him, She Fenggang still can't help but feel sad.

The gray hair of the old father and grandmother, and the wrinkles on the face and hands all made She Yujie feel warm and guilty.

He was momentarily depressed, but it was not only him and his girlfriend who suffered.

She Yujie is a very affectionate person, and when he found out that his family actually had a family affection for him, he immediately regretted his youthful vigor.

Because of his apologies, he admitted his mistakes with extra neatness and sincerity.

This neatness and sincerity touched everyone present, and even She Yuguo, who originally planned to scold him with She Fenggang, rarely chose to remain silent when he saw him crying.

After reuniting after a long absence, crying and laughing to their heart's content, everyone began to wash their faces.

When the men all entered the house and asked each other about the farewell, Mrs. She, Wang Xiulan, She Yufen and Ji Jianxiu began to give everyone food again.

She Yujie's girlfriend Hong Shaoyan also wanted to help them, but in the end, the four housewives of the old, middle and young generations pushed out the stove room together.

Mei Yali and She Meidi were temporarily appointed to take on the difficult task of accompanying their future aunt (aunt).

Of course, Hong Shaoyan and the two children have no common language, if she didn't want to smell the dry smoke in the landlord's house, she would never stand in the west room without a kang or stove, chatting with the two children.

Fortunately, the four housewives who cooked used the pot stove on the Westinghouse side for the first time, and naturally heated the earthen kang in the Westinghouse.

About forty minutes later, She Yufen and the others brought the prepared meal to the kang table.

Because the East House was now full of She Yujie's cousins, uncles, cousins and cousins who had rushed to hear the news, Mrs. She took the initiative to place the women in the West House.

The prepared meal was divided into two portions, and the table in the East House was served with a barrel of loose sorghum wine and a case of locally produced beer in glass bottles.

"Time is tight, just make such a little thing, Xiao Hong, you will eat it."

In their place, the future daughter-in-law is a distinguished guest, so after Hong Shaoyan came, Wang Xiulan not only tried her best to prepare the meal, but also had an unusually polite and enthusiastic attitude.

Of course, this is also because she is satisfied with Hong Shaoyan, and she doesn't plan to be a wicked mother-in-law who grinds her daughter-in-law.

Hong Shaoyan's attitude was also very polite and respectful, but the three generations and four housewives of the She family did their best to make this meal, but she didn't eat too much into her mouth.

As a southerner, she is not used to the food in the north, especially now that it is winter, she has not seen a single green vegetable on the dinner table.

If it weren't for politeness, Mei Yali felt that she would not have eaten a single chopstick.

The salty and fragrant stewed rabbit meat, the oily and tender braised pork, the golden chicken stewed with mushrooms, the melt-in-your-mouth pig-killing dish, the charred and fragrant fried blood sausage, the porcelain pot of sauerkraut and pork vermicelli stewed tofu that shows the color and quantity of the north wind dish, and the two stacks of white flour mille-feuille cakes that should have 30 sheets of visual measurements, the two plates of sticky bean buns fried in sunflower oil that have been pressed into small cakes, and the pot of steaming millet porridge.

These things are absolutely hard dishes in the eyes of the croppers who can only see a little meat during the New Year's Festival throughout the year, and they are the sincerity of hospitality, but for Hong Shaoyan, a southerner who can't adapt to the taste of heavy oil and salt, it takes quite courage to eat these oily things with a lot of salt.

It's not that she hasn't considered eating only white flour mille-feuille, but the problem is that She Yufen's baked dough cake is bigger than the plate on which her family holds vegetables, and she can't eat a complete one at all.

In the end, it was She Yufen who saw the clue and cut a piece of dough in half and handed it to her.