In summer, Ding Cuixiao went to his aunt's house with joy. When he arrived at his aunt's house, his aunt stood in front of the door and smiled and said, "Cuixiao, here." Cuixiao said, "Yes, here, here." The aunt took the white bag from Ding Cuixiao's hand and turned into the room.

The room was silent, and a middle-aged man was sitting next to the electric stove, holding green tea in his hand and slowly tasting it.

Sitting next to me, the sausage was holding a pipe in his mouth, and the green smoke slowly rose to the sky, and then slowly spread out, just like the clouds in the sky, which looked so beautiful.

Hey, where did this relative come from? My aunt told Ding Cuixiao that she had asked your uncle to be a matchmaker recently.

Oh, my aunt bent down and lifted a chair to let Cui Xiao sit next to the middle-aged man.

At this time, my uncle stood up, walked to the wall, and brought paper and pen in a white bag hanging. He said, "Wang Yang, come, write a few words." Wang Yang silently took the paper and pen, spread the paper on his knees, and started writing.

Then, my uncle said, "Cuixiao, come here and see if the words written by Wang Yang are OK?" Cuixiao responded with a "oh" and then stood up and walked over, looking down, oh!, OK, it was very fast.

As soon as he finished speaking, my uncle took the paper and pen and put it back into the original white bag.

After a while, the uncle suddenly said, "Let's just talk about Xiaoying?" Xiaoying is pretty?" Wang Yang said nothing, staring at Cui Xiao.

After a while, the door opened with a sound. A girl in purple skirt came in. She was tall, with a round face, white and tender skin, long shoulders, and her hair was covered with permed eyebrows. She looked at her beautiful talent and her autumn waves shining and moving.

She walked past Ding Cuixiao with Qingyun's steps, and said politely: "Let's go and play with us."

Ding Cuixiao said, "No, I won't go. Let Wang Yang go with you." Xiaoying didn't even plead with him and insisted that Ding Cuixiao go with her, so Ding Cuixiao had to go.

Along the way, they talked about the scenery while walking, and soon arrived. When they opened the door, there was a thin aunt in the room with short hair and a haggard face. She smiled and said, "Uncle Second, you are here, sit in the room." The uncle responded and walked in, and the aunt greeted him enthusiastically.

During dinner, my aunt didn't know what happened? She always brought the vegetables into Ding Cuixiao's bowl, which made Ding Cuixiao embarrassed.

Xiaoying glanced at the aunt, put the bowls and chopsticks on the table, and ran out of the door in anger. Ding Cuixiao also followed and asked, "Xiaoying, what's wrong with you? Why are you just a small bowl?" Xiaoying said, "I'm full."

Ding Cuixiao returned to her position and continued to eat. After the meal, the aunt put away the dishes and chopsticks. Ding Cuixiao, Xiaoying, Wang Yang and the three of them walked out.

There is a hole at the top of the village, and there are many sasa with red cloth veils at the entrance. Ding Cuixiao walked past them and couldn't help but have a cold war.

Entering the cave, a cold air rushed over, and the wind was terrible. Wang Yang walked in front with a flashlight. Before he could walk far, Ding Cuixiao could not see them. Ding Cuixiao was very scared, so she started crying on the road. She kept calling Wang Yang's name, but no one answered, and Ding Cuixiao cried even louder.

Wang Yang heard the crying and came to her with a flashlight and said, "Give it to you the flashlight, hurry up."

Ding Cuixiao rubbed her eyes, held the flashlight to illuminate it, and Wang Yang grabbed her hand. When she arrived at the edge of the cliff, Zhu Yang said, "Cuixiao, I'll pull you." Ding Cuixiao was pulled up by him. Wang Yang turned around to pull Xiaoying, Xiaoying waved his hand and said loudly, "Oh, get out of the way, get out of the way." She didn't let Wang Yang pull it, she seemed jealous. She was jealous of Ding Cuixiao.

Wang Yang pushed hard, and Ding Cuixiao was almost fell to the ground. Ding Cuixiao looked at him and wanted to cry. Ding Cuixiao clamored to go home. Xiaoying refused to let him go back with her tomorrow. Ding Cuixiao held back her inner grief and swore that from now on, she would no longer like Wang Yang, the man.

Fifteen years later, Ding Cuixiao's daughter graduated from college, went to work, had money, and became in love.

Ding Cuixiao didn't know that he was busy working all day long.

Later, a white car slowly drove up and stopped in the yard. Ding Cuixiao realized that she thought her son-in-law was the first to get out of the car to pick up fruits. She hurried out to greet her.

The daughter shouted in the room: "Mom, don't recognize the wrong person, it's not him, he is my cousin. The one behind him is." Ding Cuixiao responded with "Oh".

Hang Hang walked behind his cousin, and Ding Cuixiao walked over and called them into the room. His cousin was a head shorter than Hang Hang and seemed very sensible. He put the fruit next to the sofa. Ding Cuixiao put tea on them and turned around and went into the kitchen.

The rice was ready and people ate it on three tables. Hanghang's child is very diligent. He just arrived at our house and either took out a bowl or served the dishes. My mother was happy.

Hang Hang said: "Tang Piao?, aunt Tang Piao?" Ding Cuixiao handed him the little Tang Piao. The ladle was too small and there was no bigger one at home.

Ding Cuixiao felt embarrassed. After dinner, Xiao Jiayu painted her classmates' thrush and made nails. Hang Hang was with Xiao Jiayu, and his cousin and his cousin went to Uncle Wu Wei's house to play mahjong.

Ding Cuixiao went back to the house to sleep before they could come back. She had to go to work tomorrow morning.

Xiao Jiayu and others played all night, and Hanghang drove back to the township overnight.

Ding Cuixiao was worried and often called to greet them. Xiao Jiayu said, "They are good."

On the Dragon Boat Festival, Xiaojiayu went home on holiday and reviewed and read books. Grandma scolded Ding Cuixiao, how did you be a mother? Xiaojiayu and Hanghang broke up. They didn’t know how to comfort her. Ding Cuixiao Huaining, it may be because Hanghang thought our family was poor. She wanted to talk to Jiayu, but was kept cautious by her grandma. Don’t bother her, she got the certificate transfer exam.

My family is the world of grandma. Grandma is in her eighties this year, she is fat and has no trace of white hair, and looks very young.

She lives a happy life, without worrying about food and clothing, and every day she has a granddaughter making money for her. She is the happiest old man in the village.

My wife gets up early and goes to bed late every day, and doesn’t even have to eat breakfast. It looks so pitiful.

It is impossible to live a good life at home, but remarrying is not suitable.

Thinking about the time when she married Xiaozhi, she would not be afraid that Xiaozhi would die so early, which made her become a widow at a young age.

However, she still has Jiayu, who is sensible and filial.

As a woman, what she hates the most is that men are unfaithful, and men are playing with mistresses outside. Ding Cuixiao has hated this since she was a child, and she is most afraid of extramarital affairs.

Ding Cuixiao works every day and doesn't have a penny. As soon as he gets his monthly salary, he is transferred by Jiayu. He exchanges it for cash to give his grandmother. Cuixiao feels useless.

It’s so annoying to think about it, but what can it do? She must be the child’s grandmother, who specializes in fighting for profit for money.

What's wrong with this world? It makes people puzzled and think hard.
Chapter completed!