"Who are you?" Jiang Muqing and her second aunt put down the bowl they were holding in their hands and stared at the girl who had never met in front of her.

Jiang Muqing didn't answer her question, but kept her eyes on the girl with short ear-length hair and a pink thin shirt next to her second aunt.

This is the mother when she was young. Although Jiang Muqing has not seen a photo of her mother who is fifteen or sixteen years old, the girl not far away is compared to the appearance of her mother before she wore it.

It is this appearance that is more immature, and the skin is more delicate and smooth. A pair of eyes that are always shiny with water, as if they can speak, have not changed in decades.

Although her grandparents have three daughters, it is not an exaggeration to say that her mother is the most symbolic.

Her mother used to praise her brother for following her and being good-looking.

Jiang Muqing followed her father, with a big face, plates, small eyes, willow eyebrows, cherry mouth, and a big nose (not very large, in the normal range).

In fact, Jiang Muqing's father was also a handsome guy when he was young, a handsome guy with single eyelids, but he just looked big after he became fat in middle age.

As for Jiang Muqing, it can only be said that except for a pair of single eyelid eyes, everything else looks quite good, but the combination is mediocre.

Also, she didn't like makeup before, so her mother often thought she was ugly and lazy.

Jiang Muqing was standing there looking at her own mother not far from her, and she had a little sour and indescribable feeling in her heart.

But in the eyes of her grumpy and good-faced second aunt, this is this person who looks down on her and deliberately doesn't want to talk to her.

The whole person was suddenly angry, shook her hair that couldn't fly at all, and stood up in a posture that wanted to fight.

"Hey, what about you?"

"I, I am"

Before Jiang Muqing finished speaking, Father Zhao and a few of them came in from outside.

"Let me tell you, this is the Qingqing sister of your cousin Li Jiazhuang, who was hit by drought over there, so they came to our side."

Jiang Muqing looked at her grandfather who opened her eyes and said nonsense with a confused expression, this is just a moment of kung fu, and they made up a life experience for her.

I have to say, it's still her grandfather, it's awesome.

I still remember that Jiang Muqing and her school teacher in junior high school ran a cram school, and one day they called Jiang Muqing to go to school.

She followed her father, and you can remember that kind of liberal arts thing after reading it, that is, God gave you the door and closed the window.

Jiang Muqing is the kind of person who can score 985 in liberal arts and can only go to junior college in science.

She was in junior high school when she loved to play, and in the first and second years of junior high school, she made up for the gap in mathematics with almost perfect scores in liberal arts.

So she didn't want to go to that kind of cram school at that time, and she couldn't directly say no to the teacher herself.

can only call her mother to deal with the teacher, her mother's ability to adapt to changes is really not covered. There are some that are not, as long as she wants to say it, there is nothing that cannot be done.

I still remember that after dealing with the teacher, Jiang Muqing's mother also left a particularly arrogant sentence: "Talk nonsense, find your mother." ”

Co-authoring their family is talking nonsense, no, no, no, the ability to adapt to changes is genetic.

In addition to giving her grandfather a thumbs up, Jiang Muqing was also happy that she could stay. After all, no one wants to raise an extra person who has no relationship (although there is a relationship, they don't know it).

There is also the fact that she can accompany her mother, and she can persuade her mother to go to school hard, find a good job in the future, and stop shaving food from the ground.

She must help her mother become Bai Fumei and reach the pinnacle of life.