Shu Lan smiled and followed Zhang Cuifang in, the neat room and the fresh soap incense made Shu Lan very comfortable.

"Come in, you don't need to change your shoes, just think it's your own home!" Shu Lan smiled, her eyebrows and eyes were full of the warmth of home.

Zhang Cuifang looked at Shu Lan happy, the family hadn't been so happy for a long time.

Such a picture even made her voice high-pitched.

"Auntie, Commissar Zhou won't come back?" Shulan still changed her shoes.

Zhang Cuifang nodded: "He, he just can't be idle, people don't need him at all, if you have to catch up, I can't help it." Her words were full of helplessness.

Shu Lan nodded, Zhang Cuifang's mouth full of helplessness and complaints were all good for the old husband and wife.

Sweet!

This strength in this house makes Shu Lan feel the atmosphere of her own home, how much she wants to go home!

Home is a warm harbor, and Shu Lan's feelings for home are very deep.

Affection is valued from an early age!

Zhang Cuifang's home was small and warm, and Shu Lan came to her side and looked at the full cabinet with emotion.

The conditions in this house are really good, and there are not many people who can afford to eat high-quality grain, oil and malt milk essence in this era.

This house looks too good to look left and right, with wooden floors, with crystal chandeliers that are rare in this era, this room layout is very advanced.

At a glance, you can see that the owner's style is not low.

Shu Lan looked at the wedding photos of Zhou Wei and Zhang Cuifang on the wall and smiled, and the two were very compatible with each other.

One in military uniform, one in overalls.

The smile on the corner of her mouth was full of joy, twenty years have been like a day, Zhang Cuifang is still so young when she laughs.

It can be seen that the two have a good relationship.

Shu Lan had contact with Zhou Wei, who was upright and spoke a little slowly, but sincerely.

It's like your own uncle, it's good!

Zhang Cuifang is with him, the two are the same personalities, and the days are designated as comfortable.

Shu Lan cooks at the top of the staircase, and the layout of the tube building is very reasonable, and every place is used just right.

A pot with a small bucket underneath.

Shu Lan looked at the environment in stark contrast to the home, this one looked like a single-family yard, and the other looked like an old and dilapidated utility room.

Zhang Cuifang was preparing side dishes on the side, and the neighbors looked at the two of them with a smile.

"Oops! Is this your relative? An eldest sister who is quite capable of cooking asked in her throat, her eyes on Shu Lan.

Shu Lan looked at her and smiled, Zhang Cuifang glanced at it and picked up directly: "This is Beichen's daughter-in-law!" She didn't mean to say a word.

Everyone raised their eyes almost at the same time, and that moment was really incredible.

The knife in Shu Lan's hand paused, and her eyes frowned slightly in everyone's stunned eyes, what's wrong with her?

This look doesn't look like a human being.

It's like an alternative!

Everyone looked at each other, a little incredulous.

"Beichen's mouth?" The man spoke again to make sure he wasn't behind his ears.

Shu Lan understood what she meant, smiled and nodded, she didn't say anything.

It's heavy.

Zhang Cuifang answered on the side: "Look at your soybeans, they look like they're going to stick to the pot!" She didn't allow others to look at Shulan like that.

I'm a very precious guest, you show me that, no!

She turned her attention back to herself and glanced at Shu Lan looking down.

The doubts in her eyes were not pretended, Shu Lan didn't say or show on her mouth, but something was wrong in her heart.

It's very wronged!

I don't do anything by myself, but I have to bear the legacy of another person, so why don't you speak.

Zhang Cuifang leaned close to Shu Lan's ear, glanced at the person over there, and said softly: "Don't care about anything, it's that mouth, we can do it ourselves!"

Finally, she nodded in affirmation.

Shu Lan's bad mood suddenly dissipated, and she said to Zhang Cuifang, she was interesting enough.

I have someone to believe, and my heart is comfortable.

People, some people believe in you, some people laugh at you, normal!

"Aunt Cuifang, don't worry! I can stand just a few words! Besides, they didn't say anything. Shu Lan's eyebrows were crooked, looking at Zhang Cuifang with a sweet heart.

Why is this girl so sensible!

It would be nice if it was my own doll!

Shu Lan pulled up the gas stove on the side and looked at Zhang Cuifang with a smile, "Auntie, you can go back and rest when you get it, a dish, I don't have a big problem!" ”

Shu Lan's eyes were full of lightness, and she didn't want to worry Zhang Cuifang.

"Okay, then you tidy up first, I'll go back and clean up!" This music made Zhou Wei on the mountain sneeze.

Zhang Cuifang was happy that someone finally had someone to eat and work with her, and she didn't lose anything.

Every time I see other people's mothers and daughters-in-law and mother-in-law, I envy them, and today others envy me.

Shu Lan's eyebrows and eyes were stretched, full of smiles, and the few people watching over there were all dumbfounded.

Not to mention that this appearance is good-looking, this atmosphere is not ordinary!

This is not the same as the rumors!

Not a shrew, not sloppy?

This is a gentle talk, and a neat work.

The bottles, when they are finished, put them away and stand upright! There are also cooking techniques, and at first glance he is a veteran.

The point is that you can't think that this is a gambler!

Looking at themselves, they all feel inferior to Shulan.

Comparisons between women are everywhere!

Shu Lan felt the eyes over there, and her heart was also touched, and she looked up at them with a smile.

"Let's give everyone some points in a moment!" Her voice is sweet and penetrating.

Immediately everyone laughed.

The fragrance of Shulan's rotten cabbage soup permeated far away, and they really wanted to taste it.

"Okay, I'll try it!"

"Then I'll also divide it, my family just lacks a soup dish!"

Everyone looked at each other, and finally compromised under the strategy of the food place.

Eating in this era is the best way to help!

It's better to see than to hear, and now we will see each other every day after hearing it.

It's good!

Shulan is willing to share, food is meant to be shared.

She doesn't like to eat alone, she loves everyone to be happy.

Everyone shared Shulan's soup in an enamel basin, which tasted so authentic!

A local mother-in-law in Xishan had bright eyes and sniffed fiercely.

This smell is home!

"You're even more authentic than I do! Are you from Xishan?" Her words were full of shock.

The look in his eyes was even more when he saw his fellow countryman, and his eyes were full of tears.

Shu Lan smiled, she is in the world, but now she is not.

I can't admit it!

"It's done blindly, it's a taste whether it's authentic or not!" Her voice is casual, and her hand movements are like that.

This is a rhetorical statement.

Everyone got the meal and went home to add food, and Shu Lan was also very happy to look at their backs.

The incomprehensible look just now was just that everyone didn't understand each other.

Who can't get along with whom!

After dividing it, Shu Lan still left half a pot, and she and Zhang Cuifang were enough!

Zhang Cuifang came in with dishes and chopsticks, the water on the stove was just boiling, and the gurgling sound with the heat was wonderful.

Shu Lan smiled lightly at the man, and Zhang Cuifang's heart melted.

"Xiao Shu, this looks like it's grown a lot!" Zhang Cuifang nodded with satisfaction.

Shu Lan looked at her with a smile, this was the first Bole she had come here.

Unbiased and very kind, amazing!

Be grateful and grateful.

This rotten cabbage soup is the main dish of this layer tonight, and it directly warms Zhang Cuifang's heart.

She was in a good mood and ate three bowls at once.

Shu Lan was worried, but Zhang Cuifang was happy.

One night, Zhang Cuifang pulled Shu Lan for a good time and said, Shu Lan saw Zhang Cuifang's happiness.

This joy also drove her, and both of them were in high spirits.

I played poker and drank malt cream, and I slept soundly that night.

Zhang Cuifang and Shu Lan chatted hotly, and they all forgot about Zhou Wei and Huo Beichen, who were still far away from setting up a tent on the mountain.

In the second half of the night, when Shulan got up at night, it was pouring sleet outside.

The weather is too bad, it's cold, so it's unbearable!

Shu Lan's eyes were heavy, and she couldn't help but stretch out her hand when she looked outside.

Sudden loneliness, why?

The snow was falling outside, and Shu Lan reached out and touched it.

It was a little cold, but it was still a nice arc.

It's white and flawless, and it's so beautiful to put down the palm of your hand.

Shu Lan's eyebrows and eyes stretched out into a smile, those eyes were really good-looking, and the snowflakes outside made her even better-looking.

Looking at the mountains over there, what is Huo Beichen doing now.

It's definitely colder in the mountains.

Shu Lan lowered her eyes, and she looked at the foot of the mountain and took advantage of her eyes slightly.

Zhou Wei lit a cigarette and looked at Huo Beichen and smiled helplessly.

"Homesick?" His voice was a little hoarse.

Huo Beichen turned his head and looked at Zhou Wei's eyes raised, he was really tired of doing so much in one afternoon and now.

I can't sleep even when I'm quiet now.

Huo Beichen looked at the snowflakes and wondered if the temperature at home was high, would it be cold?

"Aunt Cuifang should have said it, right?" Huo Beichen was afraid that Shu Lan would not know.

Zhou Wei took a puff of cigarette, and a smile hung on the corner of his mouth: "I must have said it, don't you know what your aunt is doing?"

Huo Beichen's eyes were still looking at the home at the foot of the mountain, and he nodded.

yes, definitely no problem.

Zhou Wei looked at him with a smile, small, the same as when he was young.

However, it is no different now.

Because, he is also worried about his own mouth.

Zhang Cuifang knows how to cook, he doesn't do it well, he came to the mountain this time, and he doesn't know if he can eat enough.

There is also the question of whether you can eat well.

The malt milk biscuits at home are all purchased by him today, and his wife knows it.

Zhang Cuifang stood behind Shu Lan at some point, and the two of them stared at the window in a daze together.

"Xiao Shu, it's probably cold on the mountain." Her voice was low, just so worried.

The corners of Shu Lan's mouth pulled down a little, it's really hard to get it.

Distressed?

But why should she?

Zhang Cuifang is a family of two, and she can't catch up with her half-hung relationship!

"I don't blame me for saying that my legs are not good at age, go up the mountain, what are you doing!"

Zhang Cuifang complained about this all night, especially when drinking malt milk essence and eating biscuits.

Shu Lan smiled, this sweet complaint.

"Xiao Shu, you and Beichen can't be like this, you must say good, you have to manage him!"

She took a bite of the biscuit and paused: "The most important thing is to understand people well, I just can't understand his thinking in my life, sometimes good and sometimes bad!"

Shu Lan looked at her with a smile, this is really a beautiful look of love.