From the birth of a son to the separation of Nuwa and her path to becoming a god

"Grandma likes cabinets and needs a lot of storage space. The bed should be harder. The elderly are not used to sleeping on soft beds."

Meng Liu nodded and wrote down: "I want a cloakroom and a dressing table. What about you, Xiaohua?"

Qiao Xiaohua looked up blankly: "I...do I have it too?"

"Of course!" Qiao Xingchen touched her head. He had not forgotten the brother-sister relationship for a few cents.

"Then I want to have my own bed, is that okay?"

She has been sleeping with her parents all her life and has never had a bed by herself.

Meng Liu smiled and agreed: "Of course, you will have a room of your own!"

Mother Qiao peeked in the kitchen and her eyes were sore: "Together they are a family."

"It's not you who wants to separate your own son." Aunt Qiao rolled her eyes.

She has always looked down upon Mama Qiao, she is not clear-headed.

Their eldest brother wanted to separate the family because Qiao Xingchen was his nephew, so there was a layer of separation between them, but what was the second brother doing? That's his biological son!

I remember that when Qiao's mother's biological father was so rich, he took the lead in criticizing her old father because he was afraid of affecting her, and refused to let his son see him for the last time. Now, now that his biological son has lost his leg, he rushes off as soon as he wants.

Aunt Qiao feels that Mother Qiao is a bit too cold-blooded and will abandon anything as long as it hinders her life.

After the separation, Aunt Qiao made up her mind that Qiao Xingchen's affairs would have nothing to do with them in the future, so she wasn't jealous now. Life was lived by people, and she and her husband could both do it, so they wouldn't have to worry about being hungry in the future.

But Qiao's mother was very unhappy. Only Qiao Xingchen's life was not good, so she felt that her decision was right. But it had only been one day and he was about to repair the house. It seemed that the parents... Look how stupid you are.

After saying what needed to be said, the four of them washed up and went back to the house.

Qiao Xingchen ate an extra midnight snack and went to sleep contentedly hugging his wife.

*

Meng Liu came a little late today. As soon as he entered the office, he suddenly met a pair of deep eyes. The man was very tall, with slightly curly black hair, gently scattered around his chiseled cheeks, which added to his handsomeness. Casual and uninhibited meaning.

Oops, the second male lead appears!

Yue Heng had known for a long time that he had a new colleague, but he didn't expect it to be like this...

She doesn't braid her hair like other girls, but scatters it casually on her back. Her waist-length black hair has a slight curvature, matching her white face and delicate facial features. The breeze blows, and the strands are hair brushed past her ears.

Meng Liu carelessly tucked his hair behind his ears and smiled: "Hello, I just came here yesterday. My name is Meng Liu."

He is cold when he is not smiling, but sweet when he smiles.

Men can't help but keep their eyes on beautiful women for a little longer.

He is a man, so he can't help it.

"Hello, I'm Yue Heng."

The two taught different grades. Meng Liu hurriedly put down his bag, picked up the textbook and left.

The white skirt fluttered, and the bright white calves hidden under the dress quickly passed in front of his eyes.

After the morning class, Huang Qian invited Meng Liu to have dinner in the commune cafeteria. She had mentioned this to Meng Liu yesterday.

The commune cafeteria provides lunch every day, but you need to pay five yuan for food a month. If you eat occasionally, it costs 30 cents per meal. Meng Liu paid it without much hesitation. The school is a bit far away from Qinghe Village, so he can't just go home to eat. Take one more trip.

It would be okay to wait until she got a bicycle, but now she was too lazy to walk.

"Let's go, the canteen seems to have made vermicelli stew today..." Huang Qian said, secretly checking on Yue Heng, "Are you going to the canteen today?"

Yue Heng paused and replied: "Go."

Tian Yuan was a little surprised. He glanced at Meng Liu beside him. He smiled and put his elbow on Yue Heng's shoulder: "Teacher Meng is very beautiful, right?"

Yue Heng frowned and remained silent.

"What a pity, she is married."

The four of them walked to the commune canteen together. Huang Qian reminded that Meng Liu had brought a bowl today. The lunch menu was porridge + pork vermicelli. They looked unappetizing and could barely fill their stomachs.

"Yue Heng, it's rare for you to come to the cafeteria. The pork vermicelli is a must-have. Will you eat with us at noon every day from now on?" Huang Qian asked chirpingly.

"Yeah." He was absent-minded and just kept eating in silence.

It was said to be pork vermicelli, but in fact there was only a little bit of minced meat in it. Meng Liu didn't want to eat it after two bites.

But it's not good to waste food in this era. Looking at other people, some of them didn't have enough to eat. If she didn't finish it, she would look different.

Huang Qian and Tianyuan both ate very satisfied.

"Meng Liu, eat slowly. I'll go back to the office first. I still have some homework to do."

"it is good."

Everyone in the cafeteria had almost left, leaving only her and Yue Heng sitting opposite each other.

Yue Heng watched her chewing with a very painful look on her face. He wanted to laugh a little, but he thought she was taking poison.

"I go first."

Meng Liu nodded. After the canteen was empty, she tiptoed to the sink and poured the contents of the bowl into the bucket.

Yue Heng watched from a distance and left without saying a word.

After that day, the two had almost no communication. Meng Liu had Qiao Xingchen and had no intention of provoking other men in this world, so he paid special attention to propriety in his words and deeds. Yue Heng did not want to interact with her because of some secret thoughts. .

Meng Liu has been busy drawing design drawings recently. She bought some fabrics at the supply and marketing cooperative. She originally wanted to make new sets of clothes for her family. However, she is really not skilled in this area, wasting a piece of fabric and not having a decent one. Finished product.

Grandma Qiao felt distressed, so she patted her chest and took the cloth.

The supply and marketing cooperative sells ready-made clothes, but they don't meet Meng Liu's taste. In other words, they are a bit vulgar. The colors were mostly gray. At this time, bell-bottom jeans had become popular in Hong Kong City, and some yellow, green, and red skirts had also spread to them, but there were still not many people wearing them.

Meng Liu dictated that Grandma Qiao made several pieces of clothing. The craftsmanship of the older generation was unparalleled. With the new clothes, the family no longer looked like villagers.

She was wearing a blue dress with white prints, a small coat, and soft leather boots.

"Does it look good?"

Qiao Xingchen's eyes widened: "It looks good."

He was wearing a camel coat, a close-fitting sweater and black trousers. Unfortunately, he couldn't stand up, but he was still very handsome.

Meng Liu smiled and sat on his lap, saying, "My husband is so handsome."

Qiao Xingchen grabbed her waist and kissed her deeply.

Seeing that the gun was about to go off, the village chief's voice came from the yard.

"Qiao Xingchen, Qiao Xingchen, are you at home?"

The two had no choice but to separate. Ever since he went to manage farm tools, the village chief came to Qiao's house every two days to look for people.