Wei Yuanhang got the whistle from his younger uncle. He really liked it for a long time. He also asked Wang Chunhua to find a string to string it around his neck, and toss it around while walking, which made him look bad.

"Mom, Yanyan wants my whistle, so 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.

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

When Wei Yuanhang heard this, he crossed 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 are really amazing." He Xiaoyun was speechless.

The little fat man 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 and some odds and ends.

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 she was afraid that the little one would be lost. , I put it in the pen holder. I didn't expect that after a few days, I would forget about it.

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

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

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

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

"Eh." Wang Chunhua responded with a smile, and said to He Xiaoyun: "I still have it, and 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 it. It is good to be able to make a new dress throughout the year. Other times, they pick up older brothers and sisters to wear.

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

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

She 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, "It looks a lot like this."

Wei Yuanhang ran up very gossiping, "I want to see it too. Grandma will show it to me."

Wang Chunhua bent down and watched with him.

He Xiaoyun touched the child's head, "Didn't you see it before? Mom, is this photo in the 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 he got married. Wang Chunhua discovered that the little grandson and second daughter-in-law were not in the house. It's up.

She said: "Yes. We don’t have any photos of you and Xiaohang at home. Why don’t we wait two days for the weather to be cooler. You can go to the county photo studio to take a photo. Let the comrades take two photos. Zhang sent Jianwei and asked 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 show it to you later."

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

"Okay, okay, go out to play!" The little fat man didn't even hear what they were talking about. When he said he was going out, he cheered.

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

Because of her words, Wei Yuanhang looked forward to it every day, expecting his neck to grow, and 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 hadn't been worn very much, with a pair of dark pants underneath. As for the shoes, she thought about it, but she didn't wear Wei Jianwei to give it away. Leather shoes, because they really don’t fit.

The mother and son walked out of the room hand in hand. Feng Qiuyue saw him and couldn’t help but praise: “Xiaoyun just doesn’t like to dress up. This is a little tidy up, saying that people at the age of seventeen or eighteen believe that none of the little girls on the team are better than others. On you."

He Xiaoyun's face was hot when she heard it, and she kept saying, "Sister-in-law, don't talk about it, people laughed to death when they heard it."

"What are you laughing at, I'm telling the truth, Xiao Hang, is your mother beautiful?"

"Drifting brewed! Mom is the best brewing!" Wei Yuanhang nodded his little head vigorously.

He Xiaoyun smiled helplessly and shook her head.

Even though I have been to the county town once, the child is still novel along the way, and the mouth is rattling, and he just keeps talking.

When he arrived in the county, He Xiaoyun found the only photo studio, took the photos, paid the money, and left the address, and asked the people in the shop to wait for the photos to be washed out and send them to the Qingshuihe brigade, so as 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 explained, and set off on the return trip.

They were waiting for the letter at home. They didn't expect that the one who was waiting first was not from the photo studio, but from Wei Jianwei, and there were still two letters, one of which was still a small package.

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

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

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

Wang Chunhua knew at a glance that the big red color must have been given to his daughter-in-law by her son. Maybe she and the eldest daughter-in-law were still exposed.

Feng Qiuyue also smiled and said: "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 will borrow your light this time."

He Xiaoyun was joking uncomfortably. She couldn't help but wondered Wei Jianwei, what silk scarf to give her a good laugh, and she was given a big red. Although it is very beautiful, it is so eye-catching. How to wear it out?

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

He Xiaoyun picked it up suspiciously and looked at it. She didn't see any doorway, 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 this beauty, it did not hinder him. I went to the store and bought three.

He Xiaoyun thought to herself that if he was clever, he would buy three. If she only bought one, she would make people laugh 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 with the ones at home.

If I don't understand why he made this, He Xiaoyun flicked the envelope on the table and said to her heart that it would be nice to write to you, and it's too long-winded.

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

She just said that Wei Yuanhang's little talk about tuberculosis would never be mutated by herself, and there must be a genetic basis.