Author: Chi Zi Lian

The newlyweds and their eldest aunt and uncle Cao came to the table to toast, and the elders gave the younger generation a meeting gift. You can give them less. The gift has already been 1,200, and it has been recorded in the book. You will have to add more money to pay it back in the future.

This is the rule.

The meeting gifts need to be put into red envelopes with names written on the back, so that the couple will not forget who gave them to them.

Mom and dad gave it to me.

200 per person.

As grandparents, of course they also gave the newlyweds gifts. It didn’t matter how much they gave, since they didn’t have to pay it back anyway. What they gave was a token of their sincerity, so just keep it.

Grandma loves brother Ao Yin, so she will definitely give more if she can. Without my sister and me, she will give even more.

I know this very well.

In the future, when my sister and I get married, based on commodity prices, my grandma will pay a little more than what she gives today. As prices rise, retirement wages will also rise. This is normal.

However, my sister and I can sometimes be regarded as a whole, and sometimes we can be separated and regarded as two people.

In short, we are all the daughters of our parents.

Everything we have can also be said to be everything our parents have.

This is all in everyone's eyes.

My eldest aunt gave my sister and I a red envelope. We waited for her and her family to toast, and after saying some polite words, we couldn't wait to open it and look at it. It happened to be 200.

"Now, here it is, put it away." I took the initiative to hand it to my mother.

My sister passed it to me, and I passed it to my mother: "There is another one, put it away too."

When the third aunt saw this, she went to ask her son for a red envelope: "Look, other people give their red envelopes to their parents for safekeeping."

The third aunt's son took out the money from the red envelope and hid it in his pocket: "I gave it to you, why don't you give it to me, please."

"What's the trouble?" Third Aunt said grumpily, "What's mine is not yours from now on. Do you think it's troublesome because you want me to die now?"

The big guy quickly advised: "Stop saying a few words, other people's weddings are being watched."

The third aunt was still angry and wanted to change seats with the big man, not wanting to sit close to her son anymore.

Third Aunt's son also looked to the other side in anger.

Although the boss is poor, he does not have such high requirements for his son. He whispered to Wen Rong: "Put the red envelope away. Are the pockets of today's pants deep? Will they fall off?"

"No." Wen Rong put the red envelope away and covered it with his hands.

The eldest aunt saw the movement on our side at the table next to us and couldn't help but smile and said: "Wen Wenyin is so sensible."

Uncle Cao had a sullen face. He didn't know if it was because he was dissatisfied with the third aunt's temperament and was angry with his eldest aunt. After all, he was a relative of the eldest aunt's family. He urged a little impatiently: "Drink first."

The eldest aunt's face was red from drinking and she was still drinking.

Uncle Cao took a wine bottle and poured wine for his eldest aunt, and said to brother Ao Yin: "If you were half as good as Wen Wenyin when you were a child, we wouldn't have to worry so much."

Brother Ao Yin said shyly in front of the bride: "Are you a boy? You were always naughty when you were young."

The bride looked at brother Ao Yin with affectionate eyes and said, "It will be fine when you grow up."

Brother Ao Yin smiled and nodded.

Have parents ever had this kind of relationship? They understand each other.

I think it is a very happy thing to be able to do this all my life. If you like someone, shouldn't you feel sorry for him and be considerate of him? The person you like can stay with me and protect me all your life. As long as you can be with him, you have nothing to fear.

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But what about having a child?

Liking is a matter between two people, but marriage is not.

After the banquet was over, I took out the wrinkled plastic bag from my pocket. My mother said disgustedly: "You want to take it back to feed the dog?"

"Yeah." I want to take it back.

My father knew that my mother was afraid of embarrassment, so he tried to discuss with me: "The dog can just eat whatever he wants, and he brought it back specially. Will the bag break?"

"Won't."

The plastic bags I brought were the ones from the supermarket. They were very strong. My grandma even used these bags to store clothes. When I went to the bathhouse, she would carry big bags of clothes packed in supermarket bags.

"Huh." Mom didn't even look at me and continued to complain, a bit like scolding Sang and Huai, "Hao Duan Duan kept a dog at home and bit someone. Fortunately, he was not a customer in the store. If anything happens, it will be too late to regret."

Then don't regret it. It's too late to regret it anyway, but I still think about it, it would have been better if I hadn't brought it to my dad's shop that day.

But Laifa didn't bite anyone, but he bit his father. I took him back, but I was worried about him. Laifa didn't bite me or anyone else, but he bit his father.

Why?

Teachers often say that flies don’t bite seamless eggs. Oh, did dad deserve to be bitten?

In the days that followed, I figured it out, because I could no longer understand him, and all I could do was complain. Any caring little cotton-padded jacket was all a lie.

My sister regards the little cotton-padded jacket as a treasure and often carries it with her. When she comes to drink like today, she can’t take it out, so she will put it away at home before going out. But what did dad do to us?

Mahjong is definitely more important than us.

Only when grandma stays with us can we feel at ease, and dogs are companions that make grandparents feel at ease.

Although my mother is a dog, she is afraid of dogs. Because my father was bitten by Laifa, he should be even more afraid.

There is another kind of fear, called back fear.

What if Laifa didn't escape and bit her again? Or maybe my mother happened to be in my father's shop that day...

I can't take my mother's words. What she says is always so deadly that I can't take it anymore.

I can't remember what happened when I was very young. Maybe I used to pester her and say everything to her, but gradually, there was nothing to say between us.

If she refutes anything I say, is there any need to say it? It’s just asking for trouble.

From primary school to university, it is a long process.

But now I won't mention things or people in school to them. Unless they ask, I will slowly squeeze out a few words through my teeth.

Because they always say, look at others, they are class leaders and work hard, you should work hard too.

"There are people worse than me." I was unwilling to give in.

They didn't believe it: "Then tell me one thing. You don't even know the name. Are you lying to us?"

As for that?

Their grades are much worse than mine, but they can always find the advantages of those with lower grades, and then compare their advantages with mine, trying to make me feel ashamed and work hard to become stronger.

Is it necessary?

You have to compare with someone in every aspect to be considered better than that person? Then I will find one and let them see.

I hesitated for a while and said hurriedly: "xxx is not a class cadre, is not good at studies, is not popular, is not as good-looking as me, is not as tall as me, and is much worse than me."

"How could you belittle your classmates like this?" my mother said to me righteously.

Oops, aren't they the ones I'm talking about?

"Then does she have any special skills?" Dad asked me with a smile.

I thought about it and said, "Of course, running, she runs very fast."

Mom came again: "Then you should exercise more and not always ride a tricycle."

But I'm not a slow runner. Among the girls, I'm also one of the first ones. I can't beat the fastest girls in sprinting. A big part of the reason is that I don't want to jump ahead when I start, so I run half a beat slower.

And she likes to jump ahead. In normal exams, the physical education teacher will forget about it. When it comes to the sports meeting, other physical education teachers who serve as referees will invalidate her results. She was originally the first in the group, and the physical education teacher went to plead for mercy, and then she was given

gave her a chance to run with the next group.

Still first.

But she still had a bit of a head start.

However, even if she didn't jump the gun, I couldn't outrun her because my reaction time was a little slow. At the sports meeting, I was only fourth in the group. From my own perspective, I was only one position behind the first one.

, not too far.

But this distance requires a lot of effort.

The third place was parallel to me, but I was still a little bit slower. I didn’t even have a chance to participate in the semi-finals.

Each mountain is higher than the other.

I gave up. I didn’t want to win first place in any sports competition. There was a school team when I was in elementary school. Special training is already beyond ordinary people. Once I train, I will be even better than ordinary students.

I'm just not willing to give in. I want to be the first in the class in the sprint event.

Therefore, every time I chased a dead fish, I exercised very hard. When I got home, I exercised and ran back and forth. In front of my grandma’s house, my mother didn’t notice it. If she saw it, she would only tell me and my sister not to be there.

Noisy on the road.

snort.

The third aunt also raises dogs, not local dogs, but only breeds of dogs, Pomeranians, which are small but very fierce. Grandpa has a special kennel at his house. When he stays in there, he barks fiercely when he hears the slightest movement.
To be continued...