"Why are you two kids standing at the door, why don't you hurry in? Lingling, too, why don't you let the guests in?"
Sun Huifang interrupted the conversation between the two people, and Qiao Jinling realized that she was blocking the door and had not let Song Yishan in.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Welcome distinguished guests."
Qiao Jinling made a gesture of invitation. It had to be so grand to satisfy her mother.
"You kid, you're almost in junior high school, and you're still so unstable. Look at Yishan, who is young and mature. He's only in the second grade of junior high school. You know all the etiquette, and you even help your mother carry things. How can you compare with them?
Nothing is better."
What Sun Huifang is best at doing outside is suppressing her own children and praising other people's children. Only in this way can she appear humble.
"Huifang, I think Lingling is very good. I just like this child. He is lively and cute, with a sense of aura. Unlike our Yishan family, who is old-fashioned and has no energy at all like a child."
Song Jingyan followed closely behind. It seems that belittling their children is a common problem for all parents.
"It's better for Aunt Song, who can see my strengths. Unlike my mother who only sees my shortcomings, and who says stability must be an advantage? We each have our own strengths."
Qiao Jinling regained her liveliness. She had always only half-listened to and half-disdained what the adults said.
"I haven't seen Lingling for several years. She has really grown into a big girl. When I first saw her in Beiheyan Village, she was still climbing on the wall. She was so small. Now if I see her on the street
, I really don’t dare to admit it.”
Song Jingyan is much mellower and richer. One look at her mental state shows that she is doing well now.
It is said that I found a doctor in a hospital, but none of them had children, but they were able to live in peace and harmony.
After Song Yishan entered junior high school, he no longer lived with her. He went to and from school by himself and kept the house in order.
"Oh, I think your Song Yishan is good-looking. The young man is really energetic and his head is not bad."
The adults on both sides complimented each other and came to the living room to sit down. Yang Guixiang and Qiao Xiangxiu heard the noise and rushed over from the kitchen.
"Is this Dr. Song? Oh my, it's been so many years since I last saw you. When you were in our Beiheyan Village, I could tell that you were a powerful person. Sure enough, my guess was right."
When Yang Guixiang talks about flattery, she always does it in the same way.
"Auntie, you are still in good health. You must have a good time when you come to Beijing this time. I will take you to the hospital for a full body check-up, so you can feel more at ease."
Song Jingyan's eyes were filled with smiles. She was still happy to see her old acquaintances again after turning fifty.
Yang Guixiang agreed, turned her head and saw Song Yishan next to her, her eyes widened with disbelief on her face, and she said in surprise: "Is this the boy from your family? What's your name? Good boy, you really have no worries.
Long, if you have bones, you will grow flesh. Who dares to recognize this? He looks really good."
"Grandma, my name is Song Yishan."
Song Yishan stepped forward and let Yang Guixiang's experienced hands caress him. Yang Guixiang's dry bark-like hands tightly held Song Yishan's big hand, greeting him as if he were his own grandson.
"Okay, good boy, grandma hasn't seen you for a long time, so I'll give you a red envelope. It's not much money, so don't be surprised."
Yang Guixiang trembled and took out a red envelope from the hidden pocket in her lapel, which contained ten yuan.
"Grandma, I can't accept this money."
Song Yishan wanted to refuse, but he couldn't ask for the old man's money.
"It's okay, Yishan, just accept it! It's all the old man's wish."
Qiao Qianqian comforted him by saying that he would give the money to Yang Guixiang afterward anyway.
"Okay then. Thank you grandma."
Song Yishan took the money from Yang Guixiang and stuffed it into his trouser pocket seriously.
Everyone introduced themselves to each other, and Qiao Jinfeng huddled in the corner. She was a little frightened about this kind of situation. She envied Qiao Jinling for being able to talk to everyone with ease and without being afraid at all.
"By the way, this is my uncle's sister, her name is Qiao Jinfeng. She is amazing. She was the top scorer in the college entrance examination in Anqing City this year and was admitted to Capital Medical University. Aunt Song, Sister Jinfeng will be like you in the future.
Doctor."
Qiao Jinling noticed Qiao Jinfeng in the corner, took her hand and introduced her to Song Jingyan.
"Okay, this girl looks smart at first glance. She must be very good if she can get the first prize. Jinfeng, right? Studying medicine is not an easy task. If you have any questions in the future, you can ask me. We are all acquaintances.
Don't be polite to me."
When Song Jingyan first saw Qiao Jinfeng, she fell in love with this quiet and steady girl, who had a completely different temperament from Qiao Jinling.
"Okay, Aunt Song."
Qiao Jinfeng nodded and cast a grateful look at Qiao Jinling. This sister knew her too well and could always help her resolve embarrassments.
"The food is ready, how about we talk while we eat?"
Qiao Xiangxiu took Xiaoxue over and thanked Song Jingyan in various ways.
"Come, ladies, sit together, Xiao Song and I will sit together."
Qiao went forward and arranged for everyone to sit down. He asked Song Yishan to sit next to him.
I don’t know why, but it was a bit funny for Qiao Jinling to hear his father call Song Yishan Xiao Song. He was quite aloof at first, but this call made him very down-to-earth.
Song Yishan saw her smiling and cast an imperceptible look. He knew what this girl was laughing about.
The wine has passed three rounds, and the food has passed the five flavors.
At the dinner table, everyone gradually relaxed and lost the restraint they had when they first met.
"Brother Qiao, did Lingling also go to the middle school that Yishan went to? That middle school is very good, the teachers are serious and responsible, the teaching level is also high, and Yishan is in that school, Lingling will definitely not be bullied."
Song Jingyan took a bite of the dish and nodded, it tasted good.
"Yes! I also took a fancy to this. Neither of us, as husband and wife, can be with our children in Beijing. We are alone in school. With someone familiar with us, we can feel more at ease. We will have a lot of trouble in the future."
Song took good care of our family Lingling."
Qiao Qianqian didn't drink much, but his face was red. He patted Song Yishan on the shoulder and put his daughter out of reach. He was still a little worried.
"Don't worry. Uncle Qiao, I will take care of her."
Song Yishan put down his chopsticks and looked at Qiao forward, looking very serious.
"You children, you have to take care of each other outside. And Jinfeng, after entering college, it's not as good as at home. You have to worry about everything by yourself. Children are getting older. I think they are still those little girls back then. How come all of a sudden?
Are you about to leave home?"
Joe turned his face away, not wanting others to see his tears.
A grown man can't help but cry when he mentions his daughter. He is always worried that his child will suffer hardship outside.
"Look at you, aren't I still in Beijing? This is my child's home. Don't worry, as long as I am here, I will take care of our child until he is fat and healthy."
Qiao Xiangxiu couldn't stand it anymore. This younger brother was just a slave to his daughter. His daughter was so good that she wished she could wear it on her belt every day.