Looking at the common clothes worn by young people on the street, and then looking down at the dark blue denim bell bottoms on his body, and some gorgeous crimson women's shirts, He Qier was powerless to complain, such an old-fashioned aunt's dress, how did Wang Qingyun and the original owner think it looked good?

In the memory of the original owner, this kind of dress is the most fashionable at the moment, if it weren't for the marriage contract, she would still want to burn the current popular noodle rolls.

Pulling out the prototype of the strip scroll in her memory, He Qi'er patted her small chest. This roll and clump of hair piled up on the top of the head like a spring is also called beautiful? This aesthetic is really invincible.

Fortunately, the original owner didn't burn, otherwise, she would have been able to shave this head immediately. Touching the long ponytail that was flicking around in the back, He Qi'er, who was used to short hair, had already planned: the first thing to do when she got up tomorrow was to go out and cut this long hair.

Sooner or later, there is time to take care of this green silk, learn more and do more things, it is shameful to waste time. Of course, what she does is to earn enough for her own college fees before the start of school. If she could, she would also like to change her major.

He Lincai, who was walking beside him, watched his daughter pat himself and touch his hair, and the unprecedented silence made him uncomfortable. If it was before, I would definitely pester myself to buy this and that, and the surrounding snack and fruit stalls are more attractive than anything.

Looking at the surrounding vendors shouting and selling ice cream, melon seeds and nuts, and the smell of roasted sweet potatoes, if it was usual, He Qi'er would have stood in front of the stall and waited for him to pay.

Ignoring the inquiring eyes on the side, He Qi'er didn't want to explain anything. This body is the real person, even if the brain is open and the imagination explodes, he will not believe in the resurrection of the corpse.

Walking into the old community, she saw a thin teenager standing there from a distance, wearing a washed and wrinkled cotton T-shirt that was about to rot, and under him were blue and white trousers, He Qi'er knew that they were school uniform pants.

The young man has a Chinese face, the same big thick eyebrows as the He family, the eyes are single eyelids, and the bridge of the nose is high and straight.

"Uncle, sister, have you eaten?"

Waiting there was the last member of the He family: He Lai. The grandson of the He family, who lost his father and was abandoned by his mother when he was a child.

As for the young man's greetings, he didn't look at He Qi'er, but only looked at He Dad, which was the hand of the original owner and Wang Qingyun. Young He Lai was very sensible when he was young, I don't know if he often listened to Wang Qingyun's chatter, when he was young, he helped Wang Qingyun clean up the dishes and chopsticks and wipe the table to do housework, and when he was studying, he always asked himself to work hard to take the first place to repay his uncle's nurturing grace.

Even if Wang Qingyun said a few sour words every time he saw He Lincai praising him, but in order to make the uncle happy, this little boy insisted on turning off the lights at night and running to the corridor to read a book, just to save electricity bills. Because Wang Qingyun once said that you must turn off the lights and go to bed after nine o'clock.

And the original owner was jealous of this younger brother with good grades in school because of Wang Qingyun's promise every time, and often took advantage of He Lincai's absence to squeeze a few hands. But she didn't dare to push too hard, and every time she pinched it and let it go, for fear that this "weak" brother would be the same as Uncle Liu's little sister next door, and she couldn't cry and coax her.

So He Lai was actually extremely embarrassed in this family, but in order to make his grandparents happy and relieved when he went back every year, he endured Wang Qingyun's cold violence.

Because of his work, He Lincai is also very powerless to care about his nephew. However, for the monthly pocket money, it will be personally handed over to him, so that Holai will not be too embarrassed.