Unique memory

After eating, Mother Jiang wanted to help clean up the dishes, but He Minyu stopped her and asked her to take Xu Jia back to take a bath first.

Although Xu Jia's face and hands were washed, her clothes were still dirty. Jiang's mother also felt that she had to clean up first, so she didn't stay any longer, and asked He Minyu to go home for dinner tomorrow, so she took Xu Jia away first.

After the two left, He Minyu was not in a hurry to wash the dishes, she pulled a stool by the dining table and sat down, and asked Wei Lingyang, who was adding water to the little loach on the balcony, to come over.

Wei Lingyang went fishing in the pond with his friends today, and he had the most loot. There were about a dozen small loaches and small grass carp mixed together. They were very precious. Pick up the small bamboo baskets that fall out, and put them in a small bucket on the balcony to raise them when they get home.

Hearing He Minyu's words, he knew that she was going to settle accounts after Qiu Hou.

Ordinary children might be nervous and worried about being scolded by their parents, but Wei Lingyang has been taught by He Minyu many times since he was a child, so he has practiced the ability of a dead pig not to be afraid of boiling water, and he will not panic when he hears it. The place put the small bucket for fish farming before going over, and imitated He Minyu's example and pulled up a stool to sit down.

"Huh?" He Minyu glanced at him.

"..." Wei Lingyang came over knowingly, spread his hands, pushed the stool back and set it up, and stood to listen to the training.

"What does it look crooked? How did your uncle teach you to stand in a military posture?" He Minyu looked at his crooked standing posture with high left shoulder and low right shoulder, and patted the dining table lightly, "Stand up for me!"

"Okay, Instructor He!" Wei Lingyang saluted, puffed up his chest, stood at attention, and looked skilled in his movements, he was often scolded.

Seeing his decent posture, He Minyu's complexion improved a bit, but she still asked in a cold voice: "What's going on today? Tell me about it, why did you give Jiajia a nickname?"

"It's nothing, I apologized." Wei Lingyang was not convinced, and added at the end, "He is so white, like a little princess."

"Oh, you look like a little princess when you grow up white?" He Minyu laughed angrily, "You look so dark, why didn't Zhou Ziyao call you an African?"

"Because he is also dark, everyone is the same." Wei Lingyang said naturally.

"..." He Minyu suddenly felt that what he said made sense, everyone was the same, why bother laughing at each other, how embarrassing it was.

Speaking of which, she thinks that what Wei Lingyang said is correct, Xu Jia is indeed white, no boy or girl in the community is as white as him, not only white, but also very delicate and tender skin, just like They are flowers cultivated in the greenhouse, completely different from my own son, a rough boy raised in the wild, he really has such a little boy...

He Minyu realized what she was thinking, stopped quickly, glared at Wei Lingyang, and continued to ask: "What's the matter with that coquettish bag?"

"He was crying on the street with his mother in his arms today, but it was so loud that it frightened me." Wei Lingyang thought of how Xu Jia was crying today, and couldn't help but twitch his tongue. He usually looks quite quiet, I didn't expect to cry so hard, it really is that kind of person.

He Minyu didn't expect this to be the reason. She was familiar with the Jiang family, so she naturally knew that Jiang Yan married in the south after graduation and rarely came back. She also knew that Xu Jia had been living with Jiang Yan, and now she was suddenly sent to her grandmother's house without her parents. It's normal for Xu Jia to cry, but I didn't expect my son to use this matter to squeeze Xu Jia, and even gave Xu Jia such a nickname, which made her really dumbfounded. She poked Wei Lingyang's head with his hand and said : "It's coquettish to dare to cry at a lover's house? Why don't you say that you were ashamed of the last time you hugged your dad's thigh with your bare buttocks in the courtyard and cried?"

Wei Lingyang's father, Wei Zhongqi, abandoned literature and went into business. He has been working hard all the year round, and he doesn't come back much. Every time he comes back, Wei Lingyang sticks to him and doesn't let go.

When he was four years old, Wei Lingyang had just woken up from a nap and knew he was leaving home to go to work again, so he chased him down the stairs without his pants on. The sound was everywhere, frightening the people around, thinking that something serious happened.

Although it has been many years, every year when Wei's family gathers for the New Year, it is inevitable to make some jokes.

"..." Wei Lingyang heard her talk about this embarrassing experience again, his face turned dry, and he said angrily, "Why do you keep telling me about my childhood? It's not Chinese New Year yet!"

"You know it doesn't sound good now? Why didn't you think that others were uncomfortable when you said it?" He Minyu taught him to think differently while teaching him. After a lesson, she warned with a straight face, "Anyway, don't let me do it again. Hearing that you call people nicknames indiscriminately, otherwise you will feel better, do you know?"

"Know it!" Wei Lingyang responded with a drawn voice, and when she saw her mentioning his father, he asked, "Mom, when will my father come back this time?"

"In a few days." He Minyu wasn't sure about the date, and looked at the time and it was almost eight o'clock, so she said, "Okay, go take a shower quickly, remember to clean up, and go back to practice calligraphy after washing."

"I've finished practicing today, and I'll show you this morning." Wei Lingyang thought she didn't remember, and hurriedly reminded him that in order to go fishing in the afternoon, he got up early and finished writing homework and copybooks before going out. of.

"You did something bad today, and this is your punishment." He Minyu stopped talking to him, and got up and began to clean up the dishes.

Wei Lingyang: "..." I was obviously the one who was beaten.

He Minyu put the bowls and chopsticks back into the kitchen, took the tablecloth out to wipe the table, saw that he was still standing still: "What are you doing standing there, what should you do?"

"But I have to wash my clothes after I take a shower. The clothes are so dirty, it takes a long time to wash, and I don't have time to practice calligraphy." Wei Lingyang said.

"Put your clothes in the toilet. I'll wash them for you later, so hurry up." He Minyu ignored his caution, and went into the kitchen after wiping the table.

"...Can I choose to do laundry?" Wei Lingyang was dying, trying to win her last tolerance.

"If you're too wordy, finish your laundry and write again." He Minyu turned on the faucet and began to wash the dishes, said without turning her head, and cruelly rejected his request.

Wei Lingyang pursed his lips and went back to his room to find clothes to take a shower.

Wei Lingyang took a long time to finish the bath under He Minyu's urging, picked up the dirty clothes on the floor and put them in the bucket, then went back to the room to practice calligraphy.

He didn't have time to settle accounts with Zhou Ziyao tonight, so he could only beat him up and down in his heart.

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Mother Jiang and Xu Jia returned home. She first went to find clothes for Xu Jia to take a bath, and then helped Xu Jia make the bed.After Jiang Yan left, her room became Xu Jia's room, and Xu Jia no longer had to share a bed with Jiang's father.

Mother Jiang made up the bed, and was going to see if Xu Jia had taken a shower, when she turned around and saw the photo frame on the table, she paused, and reached out to pick it up.

It was a group photo of Jiang Yan and Xu Jia. The photo was taken in a park. Xu Jia was only two years old, wearing a baseball cap backwards, and waving to the camera. Jiang Yan squatted behind him, holding his he.

Thinking of the way Xu Jia cried so hard when Jiang Yan left today, Jiang's mother felt sad for her daughter and grandson.

Since Jiang Yan married to the South, she has been back very little. She understands the heartache and reluctance of being separated. Xu Jia is still young, and he can cry to relieve his emotions, but when he grows up, maybe I can only bury it deep in my heart.

"grandmother."

Xu Jia's voice came from behind. Mother Jiang turned her head and saw that Xu Jia had already taken a bath and was standing at the door looking at her.

"Jiajia is done washing." Mother Jiang put down the photo and walked over, "Are you sleepy?"

"Not sleepy." Xu Jia shook her head, glanced at the photo frame she was holding just now, and asked what she had been thinking about while taking a bath just now, "Grandma, can I call mom?"

Jiang Yan's train at six o'clock in the evening will be less than nine o'clock. Even if the train is not late, it will at least arrive at the place tomorrow night.

Jiang's mother knew that he was missing his mother, so she helped him dry the water droplets on his hair with a towel, and then went to the living room to call Jiang Yan on the landline.

The phone was dialed, but Jiang Yan didn't answer. Jiang's mother guessed that she might not hear it because the car was too noisy. She hung up and dialed again, but this time she still didn't answer.

In the past, when Xu Zhenglin called Xu Zhenglin, it was not uncommon for him not to answer the phone. Xu Jia got used to it after many times, but this time it turned into Jiang Yan, which made him a little disappointed. The dimming of the light also fully explained his mood.

Seeing this, Jiang's mother pulled him to sit beside her, and said softly: "The train is too noisy, and Mom must not hear the phone ringing. When we get off the train tomorrow, shall we call her?"

"Okay, thank you, grandma." Xu Jia complied sensiblely.

"Say thank you to grandma." Jiang's mother laughed, took his hand and said, "Jiajia, although mom and dad are not here, this is your home. If you have any unhappy things, just tell grandpa and grandma. Remember to tell me where you want to go to play, just like when you were a child, your grandparents will take you there, you know?"

Although Xu Jia didn't come to Jiang's house much before, he always knew how good Jiang's father and Jiang mother were to him. Every time he came here, the two old people would respond to his needs. When he was a child, he would pester the two old people to take him. Buy things to eat, buy toys to play with.

Mother Jiang's loving and gentle voice reduced Xu Jia's fear and anxiety of leaving Jiang Yan for the first time. Looking at the gray-haired old lady with a kind face in front of him, he pursed his lips, and the alienation in his heart that he hadn't seen for a long time gradually faded away. He took the initiative to reach out to hug the old lady, and said hello in a muffled voice.

"Stupid child." Mother Jiang smiled and patted him on the shoulder, doting on Xu Jia who acted like a baby at this time.

Hearing the old lady say that she was a silly child, Xu Jia let go of her, squeezed her fingers a little shyly, and asked softly, "Grandma, where is grandpa?"

"Grandpa's school has evening self-study." Mother Jiang looked at the wall clock on the wall, it will be almost nine o'clock, "But I'm coming back soon, I have to go to the new school tomorrow, are you nervous?"

"Not nervous." Xu Jia shook his head.

"That's good." Jiang's mother stroked his hair, and seeing that it was dry, she said, "Tomorrow, grandpa will send you to report at school, so you have to get up earlier in the morning, and go to bed when your hair is dry."

"Okay, good night, grandma."

After Xu Jia said goodnight, he got up and was about to go back to his room. As soon as he walked to the door, the landline at home rang. He turned his head reflexively, and then walked back, his face full of anticipation.

Mother Jiang gave him a reassuring look and picked it up.

It was Jiang Yan who called. As Mother Jiang said, she did not hear the phone ring because the car was too noisy. After seeing the missed call, she thought that something happened to Xu Jia after she left, so she went to The bathroom dialed back.

Jiang's mother gave Xu Jia the phone to let him listen. Xu Jia took the phone and called her mother.

The two chatted for a while, most of which were Jiang Yan talking, nothing more than words like "Mom is busy with work, you have to listen to grandpa and grandma" and "Study hard, don't relax", Xu Jia habitually responded one by one, putting I swallowed the phrase "Can you come and see me earlier" in my heart, and didn't say it until I hung up the phone.

After the phone call, Xu Jia went back to her room. Mother Jiang sat in the living room, thinking of Xu Jia's depressed state when she answered the phone just now, she shook her head helplessly.

At this time, Father Jiang just came back from school, opened the door and saw her sitting alone in the living room, and asked aloud, "Is Jiajia sleeping?"

"I just went back to sleep." Mother Jiang stood up, "What did you have for dinner? Do you want some dumplings for you?"

"No, no, no, I had dinner with the students in the cafeteria in the afternoon." Jiang's father changed his shoes, looked at Xu Jia's closed door, and asked Jiang's mother in a low voice, "Swallow has gone back today, is Jiajia okay?"

"How can it be all right? I cried a lot, and I was so worried to death." Mother Jiang said distressedly, and she couldn't help but blame her daughter for having to run so far because she couldn't work.

"Just get used to it slowly." Father Jiang comforted, "I'll send Jiajia to school tomorrow, and you can cook him more delicious food in the morning."

"It's up to you to say." Mother Jiang glanced at him, "Okay, you should go take a shower quickly, I can do the laundry later."

"Yeah." Father Jiang nodded, and went back to the room to find clothes.

When he came out after taking a shower, Jiang's mother also went to take a shower, and after washing and drying the clothes, she went back to her room and turned off the lights to sleep.

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Wei Lingyang: A dead pig is not afraid of being scalded by boiling water, and will go to waste when it sees its wife.