"mom!"

A smart figure ran out from the kitchen, which was Cheng Shaojun dressed in a cook. She saw that her face was filled with excitement and excitement, and she had a big spatula in her hand, so she didn't have time to put it down.

"Shao Jun." Aunt Cheng was so excited when she saw her daughter she had not seen for a year.

Since Cheng's father went to Baodao many years ago, he has left the orphan and widowed mother to depend on each other for many years. He has never left so far before, but now he has been separated for more than a year. You can imagine how excited Cheng's mother is.

"I've lost weight, I've lost weight. Look at you, this is much thinner than when I was at home."

It is worthy of being an old mother. After being excited, she held her daughter's hand and looked back and forth, just like looking at a model, and she said a few words from time to time and became thinner.

"Mom, I haven't lost weight, I've gained two pounds."

Facing her mother's words, Cheng Shaojun was amused and crying. Since she lived in Beijing, her weight has become heavier and heavier. The main reason is that she has not been dancing for a long time. She no longer needs to be as good as in the past. In order to make her dance moves look good, she must keep her weight at the same weight.

Although I exercise regularly now, I mostly focus on shaping dance and movement. There are few people who practice dance for a long time like when I was in the Rongcheng Art Troupe.

"Have you been fat? But why did I see you getting thinner? Your cheeks are so thin that they are indented." Cheng's mother looked at her daughter's cheeks carefully and found that her face was round before, but now she has lost a lot of weight.

"Mom, it's not because she's losing weight, she's wearing makeup." Cheng Shaojun felt very funny when she heard her mother's words. This was the new shadow shape she saw in a magazine recently. Unexpectedly, her mother mistakenly thought that her face was so thin that it was concave.

"Makeup?" Cheng's mother was a little confused. Rongcheng was located in an inland city, and the trend of coastal cities had not yet completely swept over, so her thoughts were still in the 1960s and 1970s. In her intuitive impression, makeup was the stage makeup for performing on stage such as blush on her face.

I didn't know that women's makeup has already kept up with the fashionable makeup of idol celebrities in Hong Kong and Taiwan.

"Look, the mother and daughter are so touching. What's the point of having a son? It's all the time to not go home all year round. I finally met and I won't talk to my mother for a few more words. As expected, the old man said it well, and my daughter is a caring little cotton jacket."

When Dong Qiuhua saw Cheng Shaojun snuggling beside her mother, she was so envious that she wanted to give birth to a daughter. However, during the Cultural Revolution, the factory was shut down and the streets were filled with Little Red Guards. In addition, something happened at the next house made Dong Qiuhua and Li Jianguo and his wife not have the intention to give birth to another daughter.

When he heard his mother talking about him, Li Yange was so amused that he was not considered mentally, he was already in his twenties, not to mention that before he was reborn, he was almost in his sixties. How could he still snuggle up to his mother like a child and act coquettishly?

However, looking at his mother's envious gaze, Li Yange smiled and said, "Mom, it's easy for you to want a daughter, Shao Jun will be your daughter in the future."

"Really?" Dong Qiuhua's eyes lit up. She naturally knew that her son's intention was not to really recognize Cheng Shaojun as a fucking daughter, but to have another identity - the daughter-in-law.

Hearing this, Cheng's mother next to her hadn't reacted yet, but Cheng Shaojun's pretty face turned red and glared at Li Yange. Perhaps he felt a look at him and looked sideways. Dong Qiuhua nodded and stared at him with a smile.

With a swish, Cheng Shaojun's face turned redder, and even his ears were filled with a nice blush. Others didn't know that it was cold in Beijing in winter.

Dong Qiuhua was naturally satisfied with Cheng Shaojun's attitude and expression. He blushed, and blushing means he had a chance with his son. Thinking of this, Dong Qiuhua said happily: "Okay, okay, why are you staying outside? Come into the house and take a look. The winter in Beijing is really cold, much colder than in Rongcheng."

Although the grandfather and grandmother behind him didn't know what was going on, they both came from their youth. When they saw the little movements between their grandson and the daughter of the Cheng family, they also understood something. They looked at them silently from behind, smiling without saying a word.

Cheng Shaojun reacted and knew that this was the best time to get rid of the embarrassment, so he hurriedly said: "Yes, go into the house, enter the house, grandparents, uncle and aunt Li, let's go into the house and talk, there is a fire bucket in the house that can burn the fire."

After entering the house, Cheng Shaojun wanted to go into the kitchen to bring boiling water to pour tea. When Li Yange saw it, he naturally followed closely and prepared to help him. However, as soon as he entered the house, Cheng Shaojun pinched the soft flesh on his waist tightly.

He was very strong and trembled so much that he was so painful. If he weren't afraid that the people in the house would hear it, he would have to scream out.

"hiss……"

"Shao Jun, can you relax your hands? It hurts too much."

"Hmph, what did you mean just now?"

"It's not interesting. Look at the future when we get married, aren't you my mother's daughter-in-law? As the saying goes, a son-in-law is half a son. This daughter-in-law can be considered half a daughter, right?"

"You still said!"

When Cheng Shaojun was embarrassed and pretended to give Li Yange a good look, he saw that he had already expected to pick up the boiled water in the kitchen and ran out of the kitchen.

Not to mention Cheng Shaojun who was embarrassed and angry in the kitchen, Li Yange, who ran out of the kitchen, was holding a kettle in his hand, and was proud and a little happy.

It seems that my mother understands me and knows what the words mean. Looking at my mother's satisfied smile just now, she should be almost certain. Now it depends on Aunt Cheng's side.

...

...

There were only five days left before the New Year in 1989. Li Yange originally wanted to take his family to play around in this old Beijing after the New Year. But after breakfast in the morning, my grandparents were tired of getting into the house to rest because they took a train for a few days. Li Jianguo was a little impatient to ask his son to take him around the big Beijing city.

In the eyes of the post-80s, Beijing is the capital of the country, and in the eyes of the post-90s, Beijing is a first-tier city, the kind that can get extra points in the college entrance examination.

In the minds of people born in the 1940s like Li Jianguo, Beijing is a synonym that is both solemn and sacred. It carries not only a first-tier city but a national political center, but more of the beliefs of their generation and the unswerving thoughts of the workers and peasants' revolution.

From October 1, 1949, what Beijing represents is the arrival of an era and the establishment of a new China.

"The east is red, the sun rises..."

Countless childhoods born in the 1940s almost grew up listening to the song "Oriental Red". In their minds, Beijing has long been classified as the same as the revolutionary leader.

In the 1960s and 1970s, when Rongcheng was able to go to Beijing, they were all models of labor in various factories. This made Li Jianguo, who had been a worker for a lifetime, envied many times.

Although that era has passed, the blood that has been imprinted in Li Jian’s heart in China is indelible and indelible.

Before leaving, Li Jianguo specially brought a badge of a model worker issued to him by the factory in 1968. That year, Li Jianguo was selected by the first wool spinning factory, so he was qualified to go to Beijing to attend the model worker conference, but the outbreak of the special situation that year made him miss the opportunity to go to Beijing this time.

Nearly twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye, and finally set foot on the land of Beijing. Li Jianguo was very excited. He finally came to the city he had always dreamed of - Beijing!

Following his son, he came to the ** that he had only heard and watched on the radio and newspapers. Li Jianguo was excited and looked at the city wall, feeling a little disappointed.

As for what you are losing?

Li Jianguo himself didn't know it either. Perhaps it was his youth he had laid out in the wool mill, or perhaps it was the people and things of that era...
Chapter completed!