Chapter 136

Sister-in-law Duan waved her hand: "I don't care, I've become an old woman. Don't waste Erwa's book."

"Grandma, you don't know, our second baby will be a designer in the future." Da Wa said, "Er baby has to be able to make any kind of clothes. You can be your second baby as a model."

Song Zhaodi smiled and said, "It's not necessary. You can only make men's clothing, or women's clothing, or children's clothing. It depends on what Erwa likes the most."

"I want to try it." Erwa looked at Song Zhaodi, a little embarrassed, "Can you? Mother."

Song Zhaodi: "Then design a set for grandma, um, it looks very energetic and radiant when you wear it." Pause, "Unfortunately, there are no other colors of cloth in the supply and marketing cooperative, except for blue, black and gray and White."

"I used to have it, but it's gone over the years." Sister Duan said, "It's estimated that there will be in a few years."

Song Zhaodi nodded, agreeing with her words: "I also think we will have to wait a few more years. The great revolution has just ended, and everything has to be done. No matter what, we have to wait until most people recover."

"If Erwa can be admitted to university, according to mother's words, it is almost when Erwa graduated from university." Gengsheng said while thinking, "At that time, there should be no need for cloth tickets to buy cloth. You told Dad, very A long time ago, I wanted to buy what I wanted. In that case, Erwa can make a set of clothes a day, and we can afford it."

Song Zhaodi nodded: "Erwa, if you don't go to college, you have to work in a garment factory after graduating from high school. Do you want to go to college or be a worker?"

"It's definitely going to college." Erwa said, "You told Dad that going to college will get you money. I don't want to be a worker."

Song Zhaodi found that Mrs. Duan was curious and explained: "The military school and the normal school have subsidies. He thought that all schools have subsidies. Erwa, have you thought about which brother to join?"

"Anyway, not with the big brother." Erwa blurted out without thinking.

Dawa's face changed instantly: "Zhong Erwa! Do you need a beating?!"

"The second baby is with me." Gengsheng was more than happy, "There is only one fashion designer from Imperial College in the country."

Erwa nodded: "Okay!"

"Then you have to work hard." Song Zhaodi said, "Didu University is very difficult to get into."

Sister-in-law Duan looked at Erwa: "Your children are all smart. It's difficult for others, but easy for them."

"Don't say that." Song Zhaodi said, "There are people outside people, but there are heavens outside. Even if you praise them like this, you don't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick."

Sister-in-law Duan said with a smile, "I don't praise them. Your eldest child still doesn't know how high the sky is."

"I really don't know." Parents and brothers will run on people one by one. Sister-in-law Duan said this, which is not painful for Dawa. "You said that, I still don't know."

Sister-in-law Duan was choked by him: "Look, I'm right."

"Don't pay attention to him." Song Zhaodi said, "In the future, he will know if he is deceived. There are some things that we can't teach as parents, so we can only teach them in society." He couldn't help yawning, "It's not good in summer, After eating, I want to sleep."

Sister-in-law Duan is usually not sleepy, but she sits on the chair of the bell, leaning against the back of the chair, the big fan is spinning constantly overhead, and occasionally the lush magnolia and peach trees bring cool breeze. Song Zhaodi yawned and couldn't help rubbing her eyes: "I don't think I can sit at your house anymore. I have to go outside for a walk, or I'll fall asleep in a while."

"You guys, you really don't have a happy life." Dawa looked at Sister-in-law Duan, then at Song Zhaodi, pouted, and shook her head, "You have the energy when you are busy all day."

Song Zhaodi has been busy all her life, but she was busy a few years earlier in this life. Sister-in-law Duan's body is no longer tired, and Liu Ping is making trouble every now and then, and it can be said that it has never been easier.

Now the two of them are leaning against the chairs, blowing the cool wind, and it is rare to relax. I can't sleep when I'm sleepy, but I have to go out to soak up the hot sun... Song Zhaodi was happy: "Auntie, if the eldest child said that to you, won't you beat him?"

"Rough skin and thick flesh, I'm afraid of my hands." Sister-in-law Duan nodded at him, "I'll tell your dad when your dad comes back."

The big baby rolled his eyes and snorted: "You always tell my dad to beat me up. If I touch Sanwa, he will look for my mother. I found out that you all like to sue me so much."

"Are you touching me?" The pen slapped the table, and Sanwa's eyes widened, "You obviously hit me. You even threatened me not to file a complaint. I told my mother that she never beat you for me. I don't even want to find my mother, okay? If you hit me again, I'll find my father."

Da Wa slapped him on the back of the head: "Go find our dad."

"Mother!" Sanwa wanted to cry, "Have you seen it?"

Song Zhaodi sighed: "Zhong Dawa, are you still young? Fifteen and a half years old, I'll be able to find a partner in three or five years. When will I mature."

"I'm mature outside." Da Wa said, "It's just like this at home."

Gengsheng agreed: "It may be held outside, and everyone calls him the boss."

"He doesn't hold it, and people call him the boss." Song Zhaodi glanced at Dawa and said helplessly, "Get you up the mountain, and you can become the Monkey King."

Zhong Dawa turned the pen in his hand and said leisurely, "That must be Huaguo Mountain."

"In my opinion, there is no need for Huaguo Mountain." Sister Duan pointed to the northwest, "The mountain over there is enough."

Gengsheng smiled and said, "Not bad, being the King of the Mountain."

"Is that a brother?!" Da Wa slapped him on the shoulder.

Gengsheng gasped in pain, and suddenly wanted to curse: "Zhong Jianqiang! Really want me and Zhenxing to clean up you?!"

"You can find Sanwa and rehabilitate." Zhen Xingdao, "Sanwa wants to beat the big baby in her dreams."

Sanwa stood up and geared up: "Brother rebirth, when will it start?"

Gengsheng looked him up and down, and asked with a smile, "Sanwazi, have you thought about the consequences?"

"I thought about it." Sanwa said, "I'll cry until my dad comes back. I don't believe my dad doesn't beat him."

Da Wa looked at the wall subconsciously, the wall was bare, and the clock was upstairs: "Mother, what time is it?"

"A little over three o'clock." Song Zhaodi said.

The big baby glanced at the sun outside: "On a day like this, Dad can't come back until seven o'clock. Sanwazi, you have to cry for four hours."

"Mother, help." Sanwa hurriedly looked for Song Zhaodi.

The big baby reached out and grabbed his clothes: "Run, why don't you run? Sanwazi, keep running."

"Let him go." Song Zhaodi's head hurts, "If you keep talking, I'll be maddened by you guys."

Sanwa slapped Dawa's hand: "Don't make trouble. You are not sensible when you are so old. How old are you to be sensible?"

"Big baby, fight." Song Zhaodi said, "I cried, I don't blame you."

Sanwa's scalp tightened and she shouted, "Mother!"

"Sanwa!" Erwa trembled with fright and was very angry, "What's it called? Look at it, I'm drawing crooked."

Sanwa hooked her head and saw that Sister Duan on the paper had a scar on her face. Sanwa couldn't help shrinking her head, and asked regularly, "Can I wipe it off for you?"

"It was drawn with a pen, how do you wipe it?" Erwa asked loudly.

Sanwa thinks about it: "Then my book is for you?"

"It's not uncommon!" Erwa glared at him and then at Dawa, "Mother said that you are the Monkey King, do you really think of yourself as a monkey? Jumping up and down, the whole family can't make trouble without you."

The big baby opened his mouth, and the words came to his mouth: "I don't care about you." Chao Sanwa slapped the back of the head, "Get out!"

Sanwa watched Erwa tear it off and paint again, rubbed the back of her head, sat down and continued her homework.

Sister-in-law Duan looked at Sanwa and then at Dawa, and couldn't help laughing: "Second baby, don't be angry, draw slowly, I'll sit at your house until it's dark."

"It's so annoying." Erwa glanced at her brother and brother again, "I don't know if other people's homes are like this."

Sister-in-law Duan thought for a moment: "If someone else's family is like yours, and the children are all about the same size. Don't quarrel, just fight directly. A small fight for three days, a big fight for five days."

"It's better to fight." Erwa said, "When the fight is over, whoever ignores the other."

Song Zhaodi: "Okay, your brother and Sanwa don't say anything. Hurry up and paint, it will cool down later, go out and play for a while. Staying in the house all day, people will become stupid after a long time. Self-reliance, revitalization, hear No?"

Zi Li was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses and wanted to laugh: "Mother, the elders always say, do your homework well at home and don't go out. Why did you drive us out when we got here."

"That's because the mother thinks you are annoying." Dawa said.

Song Zhaodi looked at him: "I found that you really want to be beaten today."

"I didn't say anything." Dawa quickly picked up the pen, lowered her head, and pretended to do the question seriously.

Sister-in-law Duan sat up straight and glanced at the table. Seeing that Erwa was painting very quickly, she couldn't help but ask, "Xiao Song, you also taught Erwa to draw?"

"No." Song Zhaodi said, "Jianguo's uncle's friend taught me. When you ask this question, I suddenly thought that I should take my second baby back to learn painting this summer. I will send Zili and Regen to the imperial capital, and I will give this matter to me. I forgot, and I don't know if that person is still in the village."

Sister-in-law Duan: "Write a letter and ask."

Song Zhaodi looked at Dawa.

Da Wa raised her hand: "I know, I'll write it now."

After four o'clock, the seven brothers rode a car to the post office to send letters, and then called friends to find a cool place to play.

In early August, the Zhong family installed a telephone. Song Zhaodi also received a reply that Cai Yanping, the master of Chinese painting who taught Erwa, returned home. Liu Yang said in the letter that the other party left with Deng Peilin.

Song Zhaodi sent a telegram to Deng Peilin, a string of phone numbers.

On August 12, Zhong's phone rang.

Song Zhaodi guessed it might be Deng Peilin, so she didn't let the child pick it up. Picking up the phone and hearing the voice on the other end, it was indeed Deng Peilin. Deng Peilin told Song Zhaodi that Cai Yanping was in the same city as him, and if he wanted Erwa to learn painting with Cai Yanping, he could live in his house in the past.

Deng Peilin was sent to Xiaosong Village, and everyone took good care of him at first, because he was the uncle of Song Zhaodi's husband Zhong Jianguo. It was not a relative who had not been in contact with him for many years, and Song Zhaodi did not meet him, saying that she would go in two days and stay at his house for about ten days.

Deng Peilin said with a smile, he can wait until school starts.

The family's food stamps, oil stamps and cloth labels are rich. On the 14th of August, Song Zhaodi set off with a ten-jin oil ticket, a ten-foot cloth ticket, a forty-jin food ticket, and a few changes of clothes.

Self-reliance has grown, Zhenxing and Zhengang are sensible, and under normal circumstances, rehabilitated does not follow the big baby. With the four of them watching the big baby and the third baby, Song Zhaodi didn't worry about the family.

The weather was hot, no accident, when we got off the train, Song Zhaodi and Erwa were sour.

Song Zhaodi looked at Erwa, Erwa looked at Song Zhaodi, and the mothers decided to go to a guest house first, open two rooms to take a bath, and go to Deng's house decently. However, as soon as he left the station, Song Zhaodi saw the words Song Zhaodi written on a large piece of paper.

Written with a brush, regular script. Erwa also saw it: "Mother, is someone coming to pick us up?"

"Your uncle and grandfather have gone back, and his two children should be all right." Song Zhaodi looked at her name as she spoke. It was a middle-aged man with eyes and eyebrows that resembled Zhong Jianguo's, not as heroic as Zhong Jianguo's. Like a white-faced scholar, "It's your cousin who's here to pick us up. Don't call me uncle later, call me uncle, it looks close."

Erwa nodded: "I know, mother." The words fell, and the mothers had already walked to the front.

The man was still looking around, and when he saw the person standing in front of him, he subconsciously said, "Comrade, please let me—wait a minute, are you Song Zhaodi and Erwa?"

Erwa: "It's us. Hello, uncle."

The man looked at Song Zhaodi in white clothes and black trousers, then looked at the white short-sleeved, black shorts, the second child with a student's head, like a foreign student, and some couldn't believe it: "You guys came out very fast."

"I'm afraid that my uncle will come to pick us up, so I'll be waiting here." Song Zhaodi laughed, "Go back now?"

The man nodded again and again: "Go back, go back. Parents know that you are coming today, so go to the agricultural and sideline market early in the morning to buy vegetables. Uncle Cai's family was already at our house when I came."

"It's all over?" Song Zhaodi was a little surprised.

Man: "Yeah. Thank you for taking care of you all these years. If it hadn't happened to meet you, my father and my mother would have suffered a lot." As he walked out, he said, "Dad will tell us when he comes back, they are young when they are young. In those few years in Song Village, apart from writing reviews, I didn't even do any heavy work. If it wasn't for seeing that they were almost the same as when they first went to the countryside, I wouldn't believe it."

"We can't believe it either." Song Zhaodi said, "Jianguo just heard that my uncle is in Xiaosong Village, and thought I was joking with him."

Man: "Yeah. My dad used to say that my cousin and his stepmother don't care about us anymore. Who would have thought that the eldest and second cousins ​​don't even know where we moved."

"His father is dead." Song Zhaodi told him about Father Zhong again, "It's also a bad thing."

Man: "Listen to what my dad said, it deserves it. By the way, my home is not far from here, and it takes ten minutes to walk there."

Erwa was only thirteen years old, and it took two more days to travel by car, lacking energy and small steps, and it took the three of them more than 20 minutes to get home.

Song Zhaodi found that the Deng family was right next to the foreign language school, in the city center. The Deng family's house also had a small courtyard, so she couldn't help asking, "This is your original home?"

"Yes." The man pushed open the door, "Come in. Dad, Mom, Zhao Di and Erwa are here."