CH 29

MASS UPDATE (6/10)

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When Wei Yuanhang got the whistle from his little uncle. He really liked it for a long time. He also asked Wang Chunhua to find a string to string it around his neck.

"Mom, Yanyan wants my whistle, but I won't give it to her."

He Xiaoyun was cleaning the room. Wei Yuanhang sat on the edge of the bed, dangling his short legs, playing with his beloved whistle.

He Xiaoyun took the things on the table aside, wiped the tabletop with a wet towel, and said, "If you don't want to give it, don't show it in front of her all day. Someday, If it got snatched by Yanyan, I won't help you get it back."

When Wei Yuanhang heard this, he crossed his arms in his chubby waist, straightened his chest, and put his fat belly together, "Yanyan can't take it away, she can't beat me!"

"Fighting with girls, you really are amazing." He Xiaoyun was speechless.

The little kid was quite complacent when he heard it. Since Wei Jianwei left, He Xiaoyun has been using the desk. Apart from a few books, there is also a pen holder made of bamboo with pencils.

She poured out the contents of the pen holder, intending to wipe the dust inside, but saw that a photo fell out of the holder, which was sent back by Wei Jianwei the other day. She had no place to put it and was afraid that this little one would be lost. So, she put it in the pen holder, she didn't expect that after a few days, she would forget about it.

She wiped her hands dry, carefully pinched a corner of the photo, and thought about where to put it.

"Xiaoyun, I found out a few pieces of Jianhua's old clothes. Look at this design. Can you sew it for Xiaoyuan?" Wang Chunhua walked in with the clothes.

He Xiaoyun recovered and hurriedly said, "Xiaoyuan has a lot of clothes, it's better to keep that for the child in sister-in-law's belly."

"Grandma!" Wei Yuanhang's voice was crisp and bright.

"En." Wang Chunhua responded with a smile, and said to He Xiaoyun: "When your sister-in-law's child comes out, don't you still have Xiaohang's old clothes for him?"

Children in rural areas are not so particular about clothes. It's good to be able to make a new dress throughout the year. Other times, they pick up what their older brothers and sisters used to wear.

Wang Chunhua approached and saw the photo in her hand, "Is this Jianwei's?"

"Yes." He Xiaoyun showed it to her, "It was sent back with the letter last time, but I couldn't find a place to store it."

Xiaoyun did not dare to clip in the book, for fear that such unplasticized photos would stick to the book over time. Wang Chunhua took it, squinted her eyes, and looked at it for a while, then smiled and said, "So he looks like this in a uniform."

Wei Yuanhang ran to his grandma, "I want to see it too. Grandma, show it to me."

Wang Chunhua bent down and looked at the photo with him. He Xiaoyun touched the child's head, "Didn't you see it before? Mom, is there a photo frame in the hall?"

There is a big glass photo frame hanging on the wall of the main hall. There are family portraits taken by the five members of the Wei family a few years ago, as well as a photo of Wei Jianguo with Feng Qiuyue when they got married. Wang Chunhua discovered that her little grandson and her second daughter-in-law were not in the photo frames outside.

So, she said: "Yes, we do. And we don’t have any photos of you and Xiaoyuan at home. Why don’t we wait two days for the weather to be cooler and you can go to the county photo studio to take a photo? Let the comrades there take two photos. One can be sent to Jianwei, for him to look at you from time to time, what do you think?"

"Huh?" He Xiaoyun hesitated for a moment.

"Don't worry about spending money, I'll give it to you later."

"No need, I have it here." He Xiaoyun hurriedly said, afraid that Wang Chunhua would give her money again, she nodded and replied: "When it hits a cloudy day, I will take Xiaoyuan for a trip."

"Yay! I can go out to play!" The little kid didn't even hear what they were talking about. When he heard he was going out, he cheered.

He Xiaoyun nodded and poked his forehead amusedly, "Just pray for good weather."

Because of her words, Wei Yuanhang looked forward to it every day, and they finally met a cool cloudy day.

He Xiaoyun changed the child into new clothes. She also found a light-colored floral blouse from the closet that she hadn't worn very much, with a pair of dark pants underneath. As for the shoes, she thought about them, but she didn't wear what Wei Jianwei gave, because they don't really fit her outfit.

The mother and son walked out of the room hand in hand. Feng Qiuyue saw her and couldn’t help but praise: “Xiaoyun, you don’t like to dress up, but when you do, you look like an eighteen years old girl.  I believe that none of the little girls on our two teams are better than you."

He Xiaoyun's face burned when she heard it, "Sister-in-law, don't talk like that, people will laugh to death when they heard it."

"What laughing to death? I'm telling the truth, Xiaoyuan, is your mother beautiful?"

"Beautiful! Mom is the most beautiful!" Wei Yuanhang nodded his little head vigorously.

He Xiaoyun smiled helplessly and shook her head. 

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Even though they have been to the county town once, the child still felt novel along the way, and his mouth is rattling, and he just keeps chatting to himself.

When they arrived in the county, He Xiaoyun found the only photo studio, took the photos, paid the money, and left their address, and asked the people in the shop to wait for the photos to be washed out and send them to the Qingshuihe brigade, to avoid the trouble of another trip.

After that, she took Wei Yuanhang to the department store, bought a few biscuits for the child, and bought the salt that Wang Chunhua wanted, and set off on the return trip.

When they were waiting for Wei Jianwei's letter at home. They didn't expect that Wei Jianwei would send another one so fast, and there were still two letters, one of which, was a small package.

This time, even Wang Chunhua couldn't help but glance at He Xiaoyun.

When her son has been in the army for many years, when did he contact his family so frequently? Sure enough, the wife and the parents are different.

The small package was for the family. When they opened it, there was a letter and three silk scarves, one of which was dark in color, one was light blue, and the last was a big red scarf, which was very eye-catching.

Wang Chunhua knew at a glance that the big red scarf must have been given to her daughter-in-law by her son. Maybe she and the eldest daughter-in-law was just an excuse.

Feng Qiuyue also smiled: "The last time I went to the county with Xiaoyun, I looked at the silk scarf behind the counter for a while. I didn't expect Jianwei to understand it so well. Xiaoyun, my sister-in-law, I borrowed your light this time."

He Xiaoyun was smiling uncomfortably. She couldn't help but wonder why Wei Jianwei gave her such a bright scarf. Although it's very beautiful, it's so eye-catching. How can she wear it out?

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He Xiaoyun opened her letter after returning to the room. In addition to the letter, she also had an empty envelope and a stamp.

He Xiaoyun picked it up suspiciously and looked at it. She didn't see anything, so she temporarily put it aside and unfolded the letter to read.

In the letter, Wei Jianwei talked about the origin of the silk scarf. He went to the street when he was resting and saw that the young girls on the street almost had a silk scarf in their hands, some tied to their necks, some tied their hair, and some wore them on their wrists. Although he was not able to appreciate the beauty of it, it did not hinder him from buying. He went to the store and bought three.

He Xiaoyun thought to herself that he was clever buying three scarves. If he only bought one, she would be teased even more.

Wei Jianwei also said that the empty envelopes and stamps were given to her in return for credit and asked her to send them separately, not to send them with the ones from the family.

He Xiaoyun flicked the envelope on the table and said to her heart, it would be nice to write to you.

It's no wonder that there are so few words said in ordinary days, it was because I was holding it in my heart, and it was exposed as soon as I wrote it.

He Xiaoyun just wrote about Wei Yuanhang's little talks and a little about herself.

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