"Mom!"

A smart figure ran out of the kitchen, it was Cheng Shaojun dressed as a chef, I saw that her face was full of excitement and excitement, and she had a big spatula in her hand, and she didn't have time to put it down.

"Shao-kun." Seeing her daughter, who she hadn't seen for a year, Aunt Cheng was excited.

Since Cheng's father went to Treasure Island many years ago, he has left orphans and widows to depend on each other for many years, and he has never left his side so far before, but now that he has been parting for more than a year, Cheng's mother can imagine how excited she is.

"Thin, thin, look at how much thinner you are than when you were at home."

is worthy of the old mother, after being excited, she took her daughter's hand, looked back and forth, just like looking at a model, and said a few words from time to time to lose weight.

"Mom, I'm not thin, I've gained two pounds."

In the face of her mother's words, Cheng Shaojun couldn't cry or laugh, since she lived in Beijing, her weight has become heavier and heavier, the main reason is that there is no reason to dance for a long time, and there is no need to be like in the past, in order to make the dance moves look good, you must maintain a weight.

Nowadays, although they also exercise regularly, most of them are mainly based on shaping dances and movements, and there are few dances that have been practiced for a long time like when they were in the Rongcheng Art Troupe.

"Fat? But how can I see that you are still thin, and your cheeks are sunken in thin. Cheng's mother looked carefully at her daughter's cheeks and found that the goose egg face, which was quite round before, has now lost a lot of weight.

"Mom, it's not that you're thin, it's makeup." Hearing her mother's words, Cheng Shaojun felt very funny, this is a new shadow shape she only saw in a magazine recently, but she didn't expect to be mistaken by her mother for a thin and sunken face.

"Makeup?" Cheng's mother was a little confused, Rongcheng is located in an inland city, and the trend of coastal cities has not yet completely swept away, so her thoughts are still in the sixties and seventies, and in her intuitive impression, makeup is the stage makeup when performing on stage such as blush on the face.

I didn't know that now women wear makeup, and they have already kept up with the fashionable makeup of those idol stars in Hong Kong and Taiwan.

"Look, how touching the mother and daughter are. What's the use of having a son, if you don't go home all year round, you can't see each other at last, and you don't talk to your mother more. Sure enough, the old man said it well, and his daughter is a caring little padded jacket. ”

Dong Qiuhua saw Cheng Shaojun snuggling up to her mother and talking, she was greedy, she wanted to have a daughter at the beginning, but just in time for the Cultural Revolution, the factory was suspended, and the streets were full of Little Red Guards, plus a little thing happened at home next door, so Dong Qiuhua and Li Jianguo didn't have the heart to have another daughter.

Hearing his mother talking about himself there, Li Yange couldn't cry or laugh, if he is not a psychological age now, he is already in his twenties, not to mention that before he was reborn, he was almost six, how could he still be like a child, snuggling up to his mother and behaving coquettishly?

However, looking at her mother's envious gaze, Li Yange smiled and said, "Mom, if you want a girl to be simple, Shaojun will be your daughter in the future." ”

"Really?" Dong Qiuhua's eyes lit up, she naturally knew that her son didn't really recognize Cheng Shaojun as a goddaughter or something, but another identity - daughter-in-law.

Hearing this, Cheng Mu on the side didn't react, but Cheng Shaojun blushed and glared at Li Yange, perhaps feeling that there were eyes looking at her, and when she looked sideways, she saw Dong Qiuhua staring at herself with a smile.

Suddenly, Cheng Shaojun's face turned even redder, and even his ears had a beautiful flush, and others didn't know that they thought it was freezing in Beijing in winter.

Regarding Cheng Shaojun's attitude and expression, Dong Qiuhua is satisfied, blushing is good, blushing means that he has a play with his son. Thinking of this, Dong Qiuhua said happily: "Okay, okay, what are you doing outside, hurry up and go into the house to take a look, this winter in Beijing is really cold, much colder than in Rongcheng." ”

Although the grandfather and grandmother behind him didn't know much about the situation, they both came from their youth, and when they looked at the small movements between their grandson and the daughter of the Cheng family, they also understood what was coming, and watched silently in the back, smiling silently.

Cheng Shaojun reacted, knowing that this was the best time to get rid of the embarrassment, and hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, enter the house, enter the house, grandparents, Uncle Li and Aunt Li, let's go into the house and chat, there is a fire bucket in the house to bake fire." ”

Entering the house, Cheng Shaojun wanted to go into the kitchen to get boiling water and pour tea, Li Yange saw it, and naturally followed closely and was ready to help, but as soon as he entered the house, Cheng Shaojun pinched the soft flesh on his waist.

The strength was so great that he only trembled in pain, and if he wasn't afraid that the people in the house would hear it, he would have to scream out.

"Hiss......"

"Shaojun, can you let go of your hand, it hurts too much."

"Hmph, what did you mean by that?"

"It's not interesting, you see that we will get married in the future, aren't you my mother's daughter-in-law? As the saying goes, a son-in-law is half a son. This daughter-in-law can be regarded as half a daughter, right? ”

"You still say!"

Cheng Shaojun was ashamed, and when he was about to give Li Yange a good look, he saw that he had already picked up the boiling water in the kitchen as expected, and ran out of the kitchen.

Not to mention Cheng Shaojun, who was ashamed in the kitchen, Li Yange, who ran out of the kitchen at this moment, was holding a kettle in his hand, with a hint of joy on his face.

It seems that my mother still understands herself, and she knows what the words mean, looking at the satisfied smile and nodding at the mother just now, her own side should be almost certain, and now it depends on Aunt Cheng's side.

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There are only five days left before the New Year in 1989, Li Yange originally wanted to wait for the New Year to take his family to play around in this old Beijing, but after having breakfast in the morning, his grandparents entered the house to rest because they were tired of taking the train for a few days, and Li Jianguo was a little impatient to let his son take him around the big Beijing city.

In the eyes of the post-80s, Beijing is the capital of the country, and in the eyes of the post-90s, Beijing is a first-tier city, the kind that can add points to the college entrance examination.

In the minds of people born in the 40s like Li Jianguo, Beijing is a synonym for both solemnity and sacredness, which carries not only a first-tier city and a national political center, but also the faith of their generation and the unswerving ideology of the workers' and peasants' revolution.

From October 1, 49, Beijing represented the arrival of an era and the establishment of a new China.

"The East is red, the sun rises ......"

Countless post-40s generations grew up listening to this song "Dongfang Hong" in their childhood, and in their minds, Beijing has long been classified as the same status as a revolutionary leader.

In the 6-70s, Rongcheng was able to go to Beijing, and all of them were model workers in various factories, which made Li Jianguo, who had been a worker all his life, envious of many times.

Although that era has passed, the blood imprinted in Li Jianguo's heart is indelible and cannot be eradicated.

Before leaving, Li Jianguo deliberately brought a badge of a model worker issued to him by the factory in 68 years, that year Li Jianguo, as a model worker selected by the No. 1 Woolen Textile Factory, was reasonably qualified to go to Beijing to participate in the Model Worker Conference, but the outbreak of special circumstances that year made him miss this opportunity to go to Beijing.

Nearly 20 years have passed in a blink of an eye, and finally set foot on the land of Beijing, Li Jianguo's heart is excited, he finally came to the city of his dreams - Beijing!

Following his son, he came to Tiananmen Square, which he had only heard about on the radio and in newspapers, Li Jianguo was excited, looking at the city wall, and felt a little lost in his heart.

As for what is lost?

Li Jianguo himself doesn't know, maybe it's his youth in the woolen mill, or maybe it's the people and things that belong to that era......

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