Dressed up as a Real Mom

The letter Wei Jianwei wrote to his home was taken apart and read together at night when the family was in the shade.

The letter wrote about his situation in the army, asking how his family is, whether his parents are in good health, and how the crops are growing.

Wang Chunhua was illiterate. Wei Zhenxing read the letter. She took it and carefully smoothed the wrinkles, with joy on her face.

"Jianhua will come back tomorrow, let him reply to Jianwei, Xiaoyun, do you want to write something, then let Jianhua take it out and send it together." She said to He Xiaoyun.

There is no mailing point on the brigade, and postmen are not often encountered. In the past, the letters to Wei Jianwei were to wait for Wei Jianhua to go home, let him write them, and send them to the commune when they went to school.

"Good." He Xiaoyun nodded.

Putting Wei Yuanhang to sleep at night, she lit the kerosene lamp, found the pen and paper from the drawer of Wei Jianwei's desk, and began to think about what to write.

The first line of title is difficult. If you write Wei Jianwei, it seems too serious and unfamiliar, but when you write Jianwei, she feels a little too intimate. Although she called him Jianwei in front of others, she didn't call him face to face. pass.

Thinking about it carefully, he didn't seem to call her either.

She couldn't help taking out Wei Jianwei's letter and wanted to see what his title was written. Although she had read it this afternoon, she didn't pay attention to it at the time.

He wrote Xiaoyun.

He Xiaoyun put the letter paper on the table, poked her with her hand, and said her heart is so intimate, is she familiar with you?

After struggling for a while, she awkwardly wrote the word Jianwei on the top line of the letter paper.

The greetings are also in a similar way. Wei Jianwei writes how is it recently? She also writes how is it recently.

On the first line, I wrote the letter and received it, and then answered Wei Jianwei's question about her current situation with the child, and then got stuck again, not knowing what to write next.

She stared at the short lines of words on the paper, and wanted to end there. The words seemed too shabby, and she wanted to continue writing. Nothing happened recently.

This kind of pain seems to be back when they were studying when the teacher asked them to write 800-character essays, but no matter how they made up, they only collected 600 words. They could only sit at the table and bite their pens and pull their hair, feeling that they were almost bald. Same.

The sleeping child made a babble or two. He Xiaoyun turned her head and looked at it. She made sure that he was not awake, and turned back sadly. Finally, she simply put the pen away, and went to bed first.

The next day, Wei Jianhua returned home, and as soon as he stepped into the door, Wang Chunhua pressed him to the table and asked him to write back to his brother.

"Mom, I'm so hot, let me rest for a while." Wei Jianhua wailed.

Wang Chunhua said, "Just write it and it will cool down, hurry up." After she finished speaking, she picked up the big pu fan to fan the younger son, and poured him a bowl of tea.

Faced with such a thoughtful service and the threat of his **** big broom, Wei Jianhua dared neither anger nor speak, so he had to start writing bitterly.

Wang Chunhua said one sentence, and he wrote one sentence, He Xiaoyun is by her side, pricked her ears to listen, trying to learn some experience.

"Everything is fine at home, you don't have to worry...you should eat well if you are outside alone...you can't sleep without covering the quilt at night because of the hot weather...you just got sweaty after training, so you can't take a shower right away..."

Listen and listen, He Xiaoyun is embarrassed. What Wang Chunhua said was what the mother said to the child. Even if she learned it, she could only tell the little fat man, not to Wei Jianwei.

She sighed rather distressedly.

After doing the housework and having no other work to do, she went back to the room, sat at the table, poked here and there with a pen.

Wei Yuanhang ran in with something in his hand, and said as if offering a treasure: "Mom, mom, my uncle caught me a seven-star worm!"

"It's Ladybug." He Xiaoyun still stared at the letter paper, correcting without raising her head.

The child tried to say it twice, but the word "dipper" really embarrassed his tongue. He couldn't read it correctly, so he didn't say it at all and tried to climb onto his mother's leg.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

He Xiaoyun stuck his armpit and lifted it up, let him sit on her lap, and said, "I will write to my father again, do you have anything to say to him?"

Wei Yuanhang pointed his head straight: "Yes, yes, I want to tell my father that my grandma caught the insect and turned into a butterfly. Yanyan still doesn't believe it. She is a stupid. Uncle said, this is a perverted sentiment. , Mom, what is a perverted intention? Grandma said that next time Dad comes back, he will bring me orange candies. I want him to bring many, many, many..."

He Xiaoyun was speechless as soon as he spoke, like an untightened faucet.

After the child said, he urged her, "Mom, write it quickly."

He Xiaoyun put him on the ground again, "I'm going to write, you can go and play with my uncle."

The little kid is verbose. It’s really not enough to write as he said. However, his words inspired her. These days, no major incidents have happened, but some trivial things can be written, just make up the number of words. , Who won't.

"That day you left early in the morning, and the little fat man woke up and didn't see you. Later, he found that all the cabbage butterflies in the wooden box were flying away, so he cried a lot. You said, did he cry for you or his butterfly? ?"

When I wrote this paragraph, thinking of Wei Yuanhang's grievance that day when Wei Yuanhang burst into tears and bubbling his nose, He Xiaoyun still wanted to laugh.

She continued to write with a smile: "He told me just now that when he asked you to come back, he would bring him a lot of orange candies. You are a dad, and you have the status of orange candies in his heart, poor yo... There are some lotuses blooming over the pond. Your son wants to see it. I said I can’t pick it. He said that when my father comes back to pick it, see how good it is to you..."

"Second sister-in-law?" As he was writing, Wei Jianhua suddenly poked a head in from outside the door.

He Xiaoyun looked up at him, still holding a pen in her hand, "What's the matter?"

Wei Jianhua walked in with a book in his hand: "I finished reading the book I borrowed from my second brother last time."

She nodded, opened the drawer and let him put it in, jokingly said: "What books are still needed, you take it yourself, anyway, if your second brother is not there, he doesn't know if we sold all of his books."

"Second sister-in-law dare to sell, but I dare not. Second brother will hang me up and beat me when he comes back." Wei Jianhua smiled and took another book from the drawer, looking scared.

He Xiaoyun remembered that he had borrowed this book before, and couldn't help but said: "Didn't you read this book?"

"Ah? Ah..." Wei Jianhua's eyes flickered, "My classmate wants to borrow it."

He Xiaoyun asked casually: "A male student or a female student?"

"What male classmates and female classmates?" Wei Jianhua suddenly put on a very serious expression, "we are all pure revolutionary friendship, don't think too much about the second sister-in-law."

He Xiaoyun didn’t think about anything at first, but he can see that he has no silver three hundred taels here, and what else he doesn’t understand. At the moment, he screamed unkindly, and the ending was prolonged, "I know, pure. Revolutionary friendship, I understand~"

Wei Jianhua stabbed himself out of stuffing, so he looked at her pitifully, "Second sister-in-law, don't tell mom, otherwise she will miss me to death."

He Xiaoyun teased him enough, and then smiled and said: "Don't worry, I am not a person with a big mouth, but since you have said that it is pure, it must be pure to the end. You can't bully other girls."

Wei Jianhua nodded repeatedly, took the book and ran away.

He Xiaoyun turned her attention to the letter again, and only after looking at it, she realized that she just lowered her head and wrote, unknowingly, she had written a page full of paper, and she hadn't finished it yet.

She pondered for three seconds, then took out another piece of paper.

—I’ve written so much anyway, it’s okay to write more.

When Wei Jianhua is at home, he and Wei Yuanhang can turn the house upside down.

At dinner, He Xiaoyun knew that Wei Jianhua took his little nephew out in the afternoon and secretly picked the grapes from the backyard. The grapes were immature, green and sour, and the two of them could eat it too, and even had their teeth down. .

Now the family is eating, just the two of them are watching hard, and Wang Chunhua just sits and watches before letting them leave the table.

"I'll go and tell the family in a moment that someone in our family has stolen his grapes, and you will be shameless."

Wei Jianhua retorted in a low voice: "It wasn't secretly picked, the vines have grown out of the yard."

"It just grows in your mouth, that's someone else's!" Wang Chunhua said in a bad mood, "You also broke the Xiaohang, a person who is almost ten or twenty years old, not as good as a three-year-old kid, which is known by your second brother. See if he can beat you!"

Speaking of the second brother, Wei Jianhua shrank his neck and dared not speak.

Finally, Wei Zhenxing said, "Let’s eat first, and talk about it later."

The two who made the mistake obediently held up their jobs. Although they were approved to eat, they were not happy at all, because their teeth were really sour and the tofu couldn't bite.

"Mom, Fang is so uncomfortable." Wei Yuanhang groaned beside He Xiaoyun.

He Xiaoyun said ruthlessly: "Mom will feed you some grapes and it will be fine soon."

The little fat man groaned inwardly, and he didn't dare to act like a baby anymore, and ate grievously.

After the meal, He Xiaoyun folded the written letter and gave it to Wei Jianhua. The two letters were put in an envelope.

Although she couldn't see what she wrote, the handwriting appeared densely packed from the back of the paper. Wei Jianhua asked curiously, "Second sister-in-law wrote a lot, what did they say?"

He Xiaoyun pointed to Wei Yuanhang and brought him to the pot, "It's all what Hanghang wants to say to his father."

The child has a small breast and proudly said: "I have told my father a lot!"

"More than that, there must be some whispers that Xiaoyun said to Jianwei." Feng Qiuyue laughed when she heard it.

Wei Jianhua thinks so, and he especially wants to know, what would a person like the second brother say to the second sister-in-law? What will the second sister-in-law write to him?

Looking at the envelope in his hand, Wei Jianhua felt that his curiosity was about to move.

But within a second of the commotion, he remembered the fist of the second brother and the little braid that was only grabbed by the second sister-in-law in the afternoon, and that little sign immediately wilted.

Alas, life is not easy, I hit walls everywhere, my teeth are still aching, and I can be angry.