It’s a Stepmother, Not a Sister [70s] - Chapter 93

    He looked at the letter in his hand casually, raised his head and stared at Qi Heng with a “you have a big face” expression.

    What does it mean to send him a letter out of nowhere?

    He doesn’t help with errands!

    Qi Heng: “…”

    Xiao Zhang on the side: “battalion commander, what’s wrong?”

    “Look at the recipient.”

    “Who is the recipient?” Head He picked up the letter in his hand with a confused look, but saw some familiar words on the envelope, “Wang that, what, what…” Why is it a letter to my daughter-in-law?”

    “Where did this come from? Why did you come to your house? It’s strange, how did you send the letter? Did you make a mistake? My daughter-in-law’s house also sent her—”

    Qi Heng said coolly, “Look at the sender again.”

    “Jiang—how is it Xiao Jiang?” Head He stared at the letter in his hand in disbelief, and the whole person was only messed up in the cold wind.

    He said dumbly: “A letter from your daughter-in-law to my daughter-in-law?”

    Qi Heng nodded.

    The little man on the side is stupid.

    He is also a fool, what is this thing, it is only necessary to write letters after such a wall? ! “Qi Heng, my daughter-in-law quarreled with your little Jiang?”

    “⒂Small!

    “It’s only a few steps away, so I’m about to write a letter? Can someone send me a message? Your daughter-in-law is really interesting, a ghost haha, your little **** is too sticky My daughter-in-law, it’s only been a few days, so I took the initiative to write a letter to my daughter-in-law, but she can figure it out—”

    He sighed and sighed, “Although this is a man’s love and a concubine’s intention, but my family’s King Z will never write a letter hahahahaha.”

    She was too embarrassed to take it out.

    “Just now—” Qi Heng raised his eyebrows, “Sister-in-law asked her sister to send me a letter to sister Jiang.”

    He: “You Jiangmei… No no, wait, my family?!”

    What sister, sister, sister-in-law.

    “It seems that you don’t know enough about your sister-in-law.”

    “Bah ah ah, I’ve been married to your sister-in-law for so many years, how can I still not understand her?!”

    “Daughter-in-law, I’m going to die of anger, the next door surnamed Qi despise me!”

    “What does he despise you for?”

    He rolled his eyes, “He said I don’t know you well enough.”

    Wang Xueshu: “Qi Ying is telling the truth.”

    He couldn’t bring it up in one breath: “…”

    “Then how do I understand? I write you a letter every day?” Head He stared at the letter, and said strangely.

    “I’m not happy to read if you are willing to write, don’t get in the way here, I want to write a reply to Xiao Jiang.”

    He: “…Okay, you can write, I’ll be watching my son.”

    “Find me an envelope.” Wang Xueshu stared at the letter in her hand, and felt that her previous small note was not serious enough.

    He: “…”

    Women are really incomprehensible, this is only a few steps away, I still need an envelope?

    “Okay, there should be envelopes at home.”

    He headed the envelope to her, Wang Xueshu used her hand – dog crawling to write the letter almost, head He glanced at the letter, “…”

    “Are you sure that Xiao Jiang can understand her?” After being married for so many years, Head He couldn’t guarantee that he could recognize King Z’s words.

    “Why can’t you understand? She’s much smarter than you.”

    He: “…Okay, smarter than me.”

    “Hey, by the way, I still need a stamp.” Wang Xueshu glued her envelope with paste. After Zheng wrote the sender, recipient, and address, she always felt that her envelope was still there. Something is missing.

    He Tuanchang came up with an idea: “You, like Xiao Jiang, draw one yourself.”

    “This is it, my painting is not as good as Xiao Jiang’s. It doesn’t look good. You can find me a stamp.”

    After the stamp was pasted, Wang Xueshu handed the letter to Head He, “Help me deliver it.”

    He took a deep breath. Do you pay me salary? “

    The battalion commander Qi next door just came to deliver the letter, and now he came to the door to reply, this…

    What is this?

    If the family members knew about it, what else would it be?

    Wang Xueshu dragged her tone, her eyes sharp and dangerous, “I will ask you if you are going?”

    Comrade Z Wang, who was next door, was already lying on the bed, and she finally found something interesting to pass the time. How could she give up.

    He head shrank his neck and said truthfully, “I’ll go.”

    “The postman is here to send you a letter.”

    Wang Xueshu hugged her chest: “After you go there, give it to Xiao Qi in the next province, and let Xiao Qi bring the letter to him. He should still be at the post office.”

    He: “…”

    Are you girls addicted to playing? !

    “After you go there, ask Xiao Jiang for a few stamps, or the gate she painted is more atmospheric.”

      what.

    He didn’t say hello, he pushed open the courtyard door and went in, and said with a grin, “Z Qi, what are you washing – it’s diapers.”

    He’s chin was about to fall to the ground, look at what he saw, Qi Heng in front of him was still holding his high-mountain flower’s cold and cold face, and his hands and feet were neat. washing…

    He couldn’t help rubbing his face, and he was dumbfounded at the scene in front of him, just like the cow who saw the fairy descend to the mortal world.

    Qi Heng stopped what he was doing, “What?”

    He bit his tongue, “You, you… You actually wash diapers.”

    “Hmm.”

    “Would you like to wash diapers…”

    Qi Heng raised his eyebrows, “Why not?”

    He headed: “…let’s do it, you’re amazing, by the way, take the reply from my daughter-in-law to your little Jiang, and don’t get it wet.”

    “Hey, hey, don’t take it directly, it’s wet.”

    He finished sending the letter back, and when he stayed in front of Wang Xueshu, he still had a strange expression on his face, Wang Xueshu said angrily: “Why do you look like a ghost?! What did you see?”

    “You don’t know, I saw this guy Qi Heng washing diapers in the yard, can you imagine that picture? He is washing diapers?!”

    Wang Xueshu: “What’s wrong with washing diapers? It shows that Ren Qiying is a good man, unlike you, who is too lazy to die.”

    “I’m too lazy to die?! Where am I lazy?”

    “If you’re not lazy, wash the diapers too.”

    Wang Xueshu tutted twice and said in disgust, “If you have the ability, prove it to me.”

    “Here, here’s a bunch of golden brown that just got replaced.”

    He clenched his fist: “…”

    “Okay, I’ll go!”

    Qi Heng dried the things in his hands and walked into the room with the letter. Jiang Shuangling was in the room, holding a rattle to play with the children.

    “Qi Heng, why did you bring the letter back?! Are you ⑺ protruding? Hurry up and deliver it for me.”

    Qi Heng put the wet letter on the fire and roasted it, and sat on the side to warm her hands, “My sister-in-law just sent it over.”

    “Then show me the letter, what’s wrong?”

    “Dry first.”

    “Why did it get wet?”

    “Accidentally.” Qi Heng lowered her eyes, her well-defined eyelashes were like a small fan, and her handsome face was smashed, but unexpectedly, Jiang Shuangling I don’t think this man is in the right mood.

    “What’s the matter with you? Are you upset?” Jiang Shuangling picked up a special small bamboo stick next to it for roasting piglets’ diapers and poked it on Qi Heng’s body, “Brother, what’s the matter. “

    After being stabbed by the small bamboo stick, Qi Heng’s body also pressed the letter from Γ’s palm to the wet corner.

    Almost dry.

    “Brother, don’t burn my letter.” Jiang Shuangling suddenly felt that this dog man wanted to burn her letter.

    “—what do you want?”

    Qi Heng picked up the letter and recalled what Head He said just now, “Lang youqing, concubine intention?”

    Jiang Shuangling: “…” You can also eat women’s vinegar, and I’m not writing letters to meet my lover under your nose, just chatting with my little sister.

    “Who said that?! My neighbor Z Wang Mingming is a socialist sisterhood.”

    “We’re talking about children and confinement, you eat this vinegar too?! Brother, you’re so unreasonable, I made dumplings for you, and you brought your own vinegar.”

    Qi Heng closed his eyes and said helplessly: “Okay, your socialist sisterhood.”

    After he finished speaking, he handed the dried letter in his hand to Jiang Shuangling. At this moment, his hand also became hot. Jiang Shuangling took the letter in his hand with a smile, and by the way, took the letter from his man He hugged him and kissed him on the face a few times.

    Raising her hand and beckoning to the man, Jiang Shuangling winked, “You hold me to read the letter, our socialist sisterhood will be seen by others.”

    Jiang Shuangling can only know the seven-seven-eighth-eight by guessing. Reading Sister Xueshu’s letter is almost equivalent to doing a classical Chinese translation of a Chinese test paper.

    “Qi Heng, what do you mean by this line?” Jiang Shuangling turned her head and asked Qi Heng.

    Qi Heng glanced at it and answered casually.

    Jiang Shuangling suddenly found that the other party answered quite accurately, and now she felt a little sour in her heart, “How can you understand Sister Xueshu’s words?”

     “He said that he had been married for many years before he could read Sister Xueshu’s words. The two of them had a good heart.”

    Qi Heng: “…do you believe it?”

    “What do I believe? It’s you?!”

    “It’s his incompetence.”

    Jiang Shuangling: “…” It’s almost like sticking the word stupid on Head He’s forehead.

    Actually, the characters of King Z next door are ugly, and they are not all unrecognizable, but ordinary people’s characters can be recognized by others at a glance. King Z can dance It takes seven or eight eyes to react to words.

    When, some sentences are too bizarre, you can barely understand them without context, or they may be misunderstood.

    “Don’t look at Qi Heng, I’m jealous, you can’t be more congenial than Head He, you really don’t feel jealous when you eat dumplings.” Jiang Shuangling felt that her socialist sisterhood still couldn’t be Share it with the big brother next to you.

    Qi Heng also ⑿巳た gathered the food and played with him. He hugged the woman in his arms tightly, kissed her on the temple, and said gently: “You read the letter, I will see you.”

    Jiang Shuangling was stunned for a moment, turned her head and hugged the cheek of the man beside her, and said with a look of surprise: “Ah, brother, you can speak earthy words now.”

    Qi Heng frowned: “Earth?”

    Jiang Shuangling: “It’s the taste of self, the words from the heart.”

    Also, is the emphasis on earthiness? Shouldn’t the focus be on romance? !

    Qi Heng: “…Your expression tells me that you are lying.”

    Jiang Shuangling thought that this dog man is not easy to deceive at all, so she can only tell her brother to get in there. After listening to her, brother, she must take the relevant responsibilities, “Brother, don’t treat Jiang Mei. Get to the bottom of it.”

    Being a big sister on weekdays feels very powerful, but it is really cool to be an unreasonable sister occasionally. After all, sometimes I don’t want to be a close sister.

     “Listen to Jiang Mei.”

    Jiang Shuangling felt a little sweet in her heart for some reason, and she accepted the word Jiang Mei more and more. She lowered her head and continued to read the letter in her hand, deciphering the Morse code of King Z next door.

    After reading, she sighed three times, and Jiang Shuangling picked up the pen again and started writing the letter.

    Is it an alternative QQ chat in the 1970s? It’s just that the speed of the Internet is a little slower, and there are only two “network cables”. In addition to writing, it is also slanted.

    ⒂Xie Liao seems to have lost the soul of social chat.

    Jiang Shuangling first drew a penguin on the back of the letter, representing their “delayed” communication, and next to the penguin drew three signals, representing Qi Heng, Head He, and Wang Xueying respectively Signal tower.

    Because of Jiang Mei’s selfishness, a certain Qi’s transmission tower was drawn thick and long by her.

    In order to facilitate the interpretation of King Z next door, she marked the three words He, Wang and Qi on the signal tower.

     Hope she understands.

    Jiang Shuangling wrote the text eloquently, with a self-made emoticon package every few words, there are Z Wang version next door, Jiang Xiaodi version and Qi Yuezai version, although she really wants to draw a certain A man’s emoji.

    But she endured.

    Even if she draws it, she can only use it and see it alone.

    Jiang Shuangling suddenly realized that she was very possessive towards someone.

    Jiang Shuangling drew a few more stamps that Wang Xueshu requested, put the stamps together with the letter paper in the envelope, and asked Xiaoqi to send her chat messages at the cost of a kiss .

    Qi Heng took the letter and went out, and ⒆Lushi Heying saw Head He who was washing diapers in the yard next door.

    The scene is so similar, but their identities and actions are interchanged.

    He looked up, saw his face, and was shocked, “!…

    The surrounding cold air seemed to have condensed, and a heavy pressure was overwhelmed by Head He.

    Qi Heng had a cold face, that cold and handsome face was like a snowflake in the twelfth lunar month. .

    He headed three times of grief in his heart, wondering why you came at such a time, he glanced at the golden yellow on his hand and panicked: “Qi Heng Don’t come, don’t come!

    “You can’t walk in through the gate of my house!

    Across a fence, Qi Heng said, “I won’t go through your courtyard gate.”

    He sighed in relief, and just wanted to say, “Send the letter through the fence—”, but saw Qi Heng appearing on the roof of his house in the next second.

    A slender and straight voice stopped in front of him, and the warm winter sun shone on him, leaving the same faint shadow.

    —Did I tell you not to go through the yard door to make you jump over the roof? ? ? !

    Qi Heng handed him the letter.

    He gritted his teeth and decided to use his noble and wet hand to take the letter from the other party. Hmph, he also wanted to deliberately wet the other party’s letter.

    His hand scratched twice in the water and stretched towards the other side.

    Who knew that Qi Heng took his hand back at this time and handed the letter to Wang Xueying, who went out to see the situation (watching the play).

    “Writing a reply so soon?!” Wang Xueying took it into the room with a strange expression to find her sister.

    After Qi Heng handed in the letter, he walked along the roof

    He: “…”

    “Xiao Jiang’s letter is too cute, no wonder people learned to draw, it’s so fun.”

    He: “You still learn to dance.”

    “But my words can dance, and my paintings can’t dance.”

    Wang Xueshu imitated little Jiang’s letter next door, and drew another messy picture, and finally returned to the essence of her Morse code, when, she would draw a distorted version of the expression pack of Colonel He, And draw more and more.

    Don’t say it, it’s a good drawing.

    …

    Jiang Shuangling and Wang Xueshu chatted a few times again, but they were also punished too much. After all, the three signal towers are not for dry food, so they don’t want to work to appease their bad mood.

    However, there were two more unreliable signal bars, Qi Yue and Jiang Che.

    Their delayed communications in the seventies could barely continue.

    The expression pack technology is getting more and more familiar.

    Jiang Shuangling showed Qi Heng the letter sent by Wang Z next to the socialist sisterhood. There were many emojis of Head He, she was afraid that the man would ask why he didn’t draw him.

    Because of possessiveness, I don’t want to paint for others.

    Humph.

    According to Jiang Shuangling’s conjecture, the next door, King Z, was willing to show it to other people because people painted Head He too distorted.

    It can be called the loss of human nature.

    Jiang Shuangling is reluctant to paint her man like this, and she can’t control her hands.

    She didn’t know if the sister Xueshu next door was like her main animation, or if the dancing hands passively drew Head He like that?

    —The unsolved mystery of little Jiang’s confinement next door.

    Jiang Shuangling is very fortunate that she gave birth to her child during the Chinese New Year, not only because the weather is cold, it is not as uncomfortable as in summer, but more importantly, it is convenient for Qi Heng to take a vacation, he stays at home take care of her.

    After giving birth, Jiang Shuangling not only cared about the new baby pig, but also depended on the child’s father very much. As soon as she opened her eyes and saw the man guarding her, she felt a burst of heart Practical.

    The other party not only learned to hold the child, but also learned to change the diaper and wash the diaper for the child one after another, and use a small spoon to feed the child with warm milk at night. She can also rest well, but their family The new little piggy is full of milky fragrance.

    But what I pulled out was really…

    Cannot look directly.

    But what else can I dislike about my little piggy?

    The little piglet eats more and more white and tender. His brother and uncle are all around him. For a while, he had the style of being a big brother.

    And willing to sacrifice, it is not right, it is self-giving.

    Be the elder brother’s singing and coaxing the younger brother to sleep.

    When Qi Yue hummed his out-of-tune ballad to coax the little piglet, Jiang Shuangling could only force herself not to laugh, and encouraged her brother to continue singing.

    “A Yue sings well.”

    “Qi Heng, you, a father, also sing songs for your children?” Jiang Shuangling had seen Comrade Qi Heng show off her singing voice from ⑻, and she was really curious.

    But the men in their family have never lacked unique confidence in music, “I’ll play the harmonica.”

    Jiang Shuangling: “…Then, that’s fine.”

    She was in a trance in her heart, and it seemed that when the baby was still in the womb, she had also listened to her father’s harmonica prenatal education several times.

    I don’t know if the little piggy hears the familiar melody, will it resonate in the past?

    Qi Heng held the harmonica and played it, the little boy beside Jiang Shuangling moved his eyes, and his little hands moved, his body was excited ah ah ah ah ah

    Jiang Shuangling: “…”

    She felt that she didn’t have to wait for the child to grow up, and now she was able to predict the child’s future out-of-tune level.

    This is probably the so-called, like father like son.

    Jiang Shuangling’s serialization on the pictorial ended in January. Because of the good response, they even requested to add a few pages, and finally made a set of booklets to send Collection for their two authors.

    He Z sent pigeons over, Jiang Shuangling gave back a piece of calligraphy, which was a few sets of calligraphy when Zhao Yinghua practiced calligraphy, which she solemnly framed and matched with corresponding paintings , Zhao Yinghua rarely failed, so he chose a tattered sweater and sent it to Qi Z Er.

    Zhao Yinghua also learned a bit of an alternative expression pack from Wang Xueshu’s letter she accidentally saw. In short, she wrote this letter to her son, which is as novel as the tattered sweater she sent in the past, absolutely unexpected thing.

    “What? Mom? You even called me a sweater. What are you doing… what are you doing?” Qi Yan on the other end of the phone warmed his heart and felt that there was a small fountain in him My heart kept pouring out, and I was very moved.

    “Also ⒎ throat cut Ψying will send it to you now, you can still wear it in a hurry.”

    “If I don’t wear it this year, I can wear it next year.”

    Zhao Yinghua smiled and sighed, “You are just saying, alas, my mother’s craftsmanship is not good, I am afraid that you will dislike it and not willing to wear it.”

     Qi Yan over there immediately said: “How could I not be willing to wear it, Mom, even if you send me a broken sack, I will wear it.”

    “Broken sack, how could Mom let you wear a sack.” Zhao Yinghua thought that this sweater would look better than a sack.

    “Hey, Mom, did you make clothes for Xiao Wu?”

    “⒛Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.

    “Okay, I’ll also send something to Xiao Wu and his younger siblings.”

    “Mom also sent the clothes, you should receive them soon, right?”

    Qi Yan wondered: “Mom, what’s wrong?”

    “Mom wants to see you in your clothes.”

    “Okay, then I’ll go out to take pictures with my clothes on. I’ll send the pictures to you as soon as possible.”

    Hang up.

    Zhao Yinghua is relieved.