Reborn as a widow in the 70s

Capital New Year's Eve

Song Xiuxiu heard a deafening scream while she was still sleeping, which scared her so much that she immediately sat up from the bed.

Just when she was pulling on her slippers and preparing to go out to see what was going on, Lu Aiguo opened the door and walked in.

Seeing his calm and calm look, Song Xiuxiu couldn't help but ask: "What happened just now? I seemed to hear a scream!"

Lu Aiguo handed the hot milk into her hand, and then said: "It snowed heavily all night outside yesterday. When Xiao Shitou and the others saw it, they screamed with joy."

After knowing the whole story, Song Xiuxiu felt relieved.

"Let's make breakfast later today. I'll take the kids to clear the snow!"

"Row!"

Although there are cleaning staff in the community, you still need to clean the snow in your yard yourself.

When Lu Aiguo walked out of the house with his four children, Song Sanhong and Song Lijun's family had already started clearing the snow.

In Sanhong's house, Liu Donglin and his son Xiaoshao were working, while in Song Lijun's house, Meng Zibin and Meng's father were working.

Since Song Lijun gave birth to the child, Meng's father and Meng's mother came to the capital to help take care of the child.

With her father-in-law and mother-in-law around, Song Lijun didn't worry about the child. After the confinement, she returned to her pre-pregnancy state, and she and Meng Zibin were busy with their careers every day.

Four-year-old Meng Xiaobao followed behind his grandfather and father, holding a small broom and working in a decent manner.

The three families were close together, separated by iron fences, so each other could see what was going on in each other's yards.

Seeing Meng Xiaobao there, Miaomiao immediately waved to him and shouted: "Xiaobao, come to sister's side quickly!"

When Meng Xiaobao heard the shouting, he immediately threw away the broom in his hand and ran over in a hurry.

Although Meng Xiaobao is a boy, he is fair and delicate, and has a calm and introverted personality following Meng Zibin, so the first impression he gives to others is that of a quiet little girl.

For this reason, he is also very popular with adults!

Miaomiao was young and a little girl. Lu Aiguo didn't expect her to work, so Miaomiao took Xiaobao to the side to play in the snow.

Hearing the sound of playing, Xiao Wan'er, who had been hiding in the house because of the cold, ran out and played with the two of them.

Seeing this, Xiao Shitou cast an envious look at them. He wanted to sneak away and play together, but when he turned around, he saw a pair of sharp eyes staring at him.

So under Lu Aiguo's supervision, Xiao Shitou obediently picked up the broom and started sweeping the snow.

The courtyard is not big, and the snow inside was quickly swept away.

When Miaomiao saw a high snowdrift piled up in the yard, she immediately ran over, hugged Lu Aiguo's arm and begged.

"Dad, can you help me build a snowman?"

For Lu Aiguo, who has always been a slave to his daughters, he has always responded to their daughters' requests, so he readily agreed.

He first used a shovel to smash the snow pile into the snowman's body, and then took some snow from elsewhere to make the snowman's head.

Just when he squatted down to roll the snowball, he saw Little Stone tiptoeing behind him, and then stuffed a fist-sized snowball directly into his father's collar.

"what……"

Lu Aiguo was shocked by the ice, and then reached out to take out the snowball from the collar of the back of his neck.

The little stone's prank made the children in the yard laugh!

After Lu Aiguo took out the snowball, he pretended to be angry and glared at the little stone, and then accurately threw the snowball in his face at his face.

The little stone couldn't dodge and hit the forehead.

The little stone who was hit was unconvinced and grabbed another ball of snow from the ground, then shaped it into a snowball and attacked his father.

Lu Aiguo was rarely in the mood to go crazy with the children today, and a group of children also joined the snowball fight.

An adult led a group of children, and they all agreed indiscriminately.

The small courtyard in winter was instantly filled with the children’s laughter!

Tang Wanru stood at the door of the room, holding a camera in her hand, and kept pressing the shutter to freeze this happy scene forever!

……

Song Xiuxiu soaked soybeans last night, and after getting up today, she started grinding soy milk in the kitchen.

There are children playing outside, and the steaming soy milk in the kitchen is rolling in the pot...

After Lu Aiguo finished playing with the children, each of them drank two large bowls of hot soy milk for breakfast, which immediately dispelled all the fatigue from clearing the snow in the morning!

After eating, the whole family began to get busy.

Zhao Xuewen used to write Spring Festival couplets every year at home. Later, he went to the army, so Lu Aiguo had to go to the street to buy them during the New Year.

This year, Lu Aiguo originally wanted to buy something written on the street, but his father stopped him.

“Spring couplets must be written by yourself to make sense!”

So Sheng Minghai's main task today is to write Spring Festival couplets.

After all the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were ready, Sheng Minghai rolled up his sleeves and started splashing ink.

After writing a couplet, Sheng Minghai proudly asked the children: "How is grandpa's calligraphy?"

I thought I would get a lot of praise from the children, but I didn't expect to see Xiaoshu standing aside with his hands behind his back, like a little old man, with his eyebrows knitted together, sighing and shaking his head!

"Why, grandpa didn't write well!" Sheng Minghai asked in disbelief.

I have been practicing calligraphy for decades. Although I am not as good as everyone else, I am still much better than those who sell calligraphy on the street!

"Grandpa, do you want to hear the truth or a lie?" Xiaoshu asked calmly.

Sheng Minghai said curiously: "What if I want to hear lies!"

Xiaoshu: "Compared with my elder brother's handwriting, your handwriting is still a little less sophisticated!"

Hearing this, Sheng Minghai was shocked!

That Zhao Xuewen is only 20 years old this year. How can his calligraphy by a young boy compare with his own, which he has practiced hard for decades!

The key is that it’s still a little undercooked!

But when he thought that what he had asked Xiaoshu to tell just now was a lie, he suddenly felt much better.

"What if I want to hear the truth!"

As soon as he finished speaking, before Xiaoshu could answer, Xiao Shitou spoke first.

"The truth is, grandpa, your level is not even close to that of my elder brother!"

The little tree on the side nodded affirmatively!

Seeing this situation, Sheng Minghai was a little bit dumbfounded!

It turns out that they were still caring about their own face when they told lies just now!

"It's useless if your eldest brother writes well. He's not at home right now, so I can only let grandpa do it this year."

"Just work together and watch!"

After saying that, I stopped paying attention to these two brats and continued to calm down and write!

Outside, Lu Aiguo took a broom to clean up the loose soil on the wall, and then went into the kitchen and took out the paste that Song Xiuxiu had cooked.