MTL - It’s a Stepmother, Not a Sister [70s]-Chapter 86 poetry

When the other party was cutting vegetables, she didn't know what was possessed by her body, and suddenly began to ramble and tell her a lot of things.

Jiang Shuangling did not leave the kitchen, standing by the water tank with her stomach on her back, looking at her own reflection in the water.

She picked up the wooden scoop and made a few ripples in the water, but when she turned around, she saw a bunch of wildflowers in the vegetable basket opposite.

The fine flowers like gypsophila, with different colors such as beige, light pink, blue and purple, may not attract the attention of busy passers-by when they stay on the roadside. Gathering here for a while, it looks very beautiful.

There is no doubt who picked it up.

Jiang Shuangling walked over and picked up the bunch of wild flowers. She smelled a faint fragrance, picked out a light pink one, walked to Qi Heng's side, and used the soft petals slid in front of his nose.

"Didn't I say it? You don't need to make up the nine hundred and ninety words in the future."

"It's not what you asked, I want to say it myself, I want to talk to you more."

Qi Heng paused and rolled up his sleeves. He didn't talk about his day job, but talked about his childhood.

Qi Heng's childhood.

This person has been a child of someone else since he was a child. He has never been beaten or scolded. He has a clear and beautiful resume. He can reach this key position at a young age. It can be seen that he has a bright future.

Qi Heng has a long memory and is young and intelligent. When he was not even older, his eldest brother and his father passed away one after another. At that time, although he was young, he already understood the meaning of the death of his relatives.

…

Although she was listening to the other party's childhood, Jiang Shuangling also found that this person's childhood was boring and boring, there was basically no jokes and fun, it was about the same as his report on the job, the only thing that could be regarded as a disturbance Yes, it is the third and fourth brothers of the other party.

The third brother who almost burned down the house, the fourth brother who is indifferent... He is an excellent intercession tool brother.

Children who are noisy have milk to eat, but obedient children who don’t need to worry are easily ignored…

Jiang Shuangling listened to his words and wove the bunch of wild flowers into a wreath with both hands, but her thoughts could not help but run away.

She remembered her childhood, and was stunned.

In the past, she wanted to be an excellent person, to be praised by her parents, and to be recognized by others.

In the eyes of many people, she is a well-born eldest lady, never lacking in food and clothing, she is beautiful, a flower in the Academy of Fine Arts, and her parents are intellectuals, so she should be publicized in principle. confidence.

In fact, she is not very confident and very insecure.

She is rarely recognized by her parents. She has won awards again and again by relying on art in elementary school. She has great expectations and tells her family that she hopes to be praised by her parents, but most At times, all I get is that, although this kind of grades are acceptable, they are not as good as someone else's, and they should study like so-and-so.

Look at who's who on TV...

A basin of cold water was poured down.

In the parent's answer, she is always inferior to someone.

After experiencing disappointment again and again, she doesn't seem to need these things when she is an adult, but often, she wants to prove herself, so after graduation, she immersed herself in her career, She makes more money than her peers.

She has achieved what she should be proud of.

So-and-so has held art exhibitions abroad. His artistic level is high, and you can't be in the hall of elegance.

Colleague XX's child entered what department after graduation, and now it has been mixed with XX level, your social status is not as good as his.

Or who is who... so what, even in the end, she also heard that so-and-so married better than you.

…

After she came out of the house, she was physically and mentally exhausted. She wanted to go to friends for emotional support, but no one could understand her, because in the eyes of most outsiders: you are good enough, but you are still Come to me and say you doubt your own abilities?

…

At the age of twenty-nine, she felt that she was very tired, sometimes she felt excellent, and sometimes she felt inferior to others, like a poor loser.

—I don't want to be a good person anymore.

Who requires everyone in the world to be a good person?

How much do you have to achieve to be called excellent?

The most rebellious thing Jiang Shuangling has ever done is to give up her career and choose to rent a homestay. She wants to live a life without anxiety.

She also doesn't want to bear the expectations of others.

In the past twenty-nine years, Jiang Shuangling has never been in love, and she has never liked anyone. She has tried to get in touch with people who pursue her, but she has found it difficult to be with People build an intimate relationship.

It is difficult for her to trust a person, especially her close ones, after her expectations have failed again and again.

In this husband and wife relationship, others say that Qi Heng looks cold and hard to get along with, but he is affectionate, and the one who is really cold and cold is herself.

She is accustomed to draw a clear line before others hurt her, and clearly distinguish herself from others.

Wang Xueshu once asked her about Qiyue as a child, so she would not worry that he would not recognize her as her stepmother in the future. In fact, Jiang Shuangling never expected or believed it at all.

Qi Heng, Jiang Che, Qi Yue, maybe she never really wrote them into her life plan, she was always ready to run away with a bag, she was used to herself since she was a child Shrinking in a corner to comfort herself, she no longer needs anyone else, she only believes in herself and relies on herself.

She maintains a certain distance from everyone and maintains the surface peace.

Because of this, she can be very optimistic.

—I don't believe anyone.

Including my lover, I don't trust him.

Do I really believe that I can spend the rest of my life with him?

"Shuangling... What's the matter with you?"

Tears rolled down the corners of her eyes, leaving two water marks on her fair cheeks. Looking at her, she wondered if she said something wrong again.

"Sorry."

Draw the other person's eyebrows in your mind.

It was me who made trouble without reason, but it was you who apologized.

The wreath of wild flowers, of different sizes and colors, is dotted on the ring made of cyan vines, and one red petal is stained with water drops.

For a long time in the past, she was conceited and inferior, afraid that she was not a good person, not worthy of being loved, she cared about negative-evaluation, it was difficult to trust people, even herself parents don't trust them.

Twenty-nine years old, she has never been in love, she is gentle to anyone, and she is not open to anyone, the man in front of her, who is not yet twenty-four years old, is a few years younger than her When I first met, I thought he was cold and difficult to get along with and had a bad temper, but he was obviously stupid and easy to bully in front of her, and he treated her very carefully, and he wouldn't get angry if he fed him things he didn't like, and he was very skilled. But he never used force against her, and would secretly buy things for her, and now he has learned to send flowers.

Jiang Shuangling smiled and kissed his chin on tiptoe.

How fortunate to have met you in this life.

You can be trusted.

Although we have come to such an era of lack of clothing and food, we have to wait for a special day to eat some meat. There is no running water, no air conditioner, refrigerator, computer, mobile phone, toilet, and living conditions. However, these days, It was the most relaxed, happy, bright and happy life she lived.

She was reluctant to leave them.

"Qi Heng, if I don't make progress in the future, I'll be lazy at home and do nothing, don't want to cook, don't want to make clothes, and don't want to paint, do you still like me?"

“Like.”

"You don't want to do it, I'll do it, you do what you want to do."

Jiang Shuangling closed her eyes and smiled, "Actually, I like to draw, cook, and make clothes."

She doesn't want to hold art exhibitions, and she doesn't want her paintings to sell for a lot of money. She doesn't want to be a leading cadre, nor does she want to marry a rich man.

I don't have much career and don't want to make any money.

She doesn't want to bear other people's expectations, she just wants to do what she wants to do.

"Qi Heng, I want to rely on you, you have to take care of me for the rest of my life."

"I promise."

Jiang Shuangling hugged his waist, remembering the appearance of the puppy's legs when the other party came back, it didn't look like something he did at all.

She is still used to the way she is.

"Qi Heng, don't look for that dog-headed military sergeant from Head He, he quarrels with the old king next door every day."

Qi Heng: "…"

The two families really can't hide from each other.

"To be honest, I'm really curious about how Qi Heng coaxes people? And why is he angry with you?"

Jiang Shuangling was drying dried radishes in the yard and ignored her. Wang Xueshu pushed her elbow and urged: "Tell me, why are you two quarreling?"

Jiang Shuangling spread out a few pieces of white radish, and said curiously: "Sister Xueshu, I'm actually curious why you and Head He are quarreling every three or five minutes?"

Occasionally they heard a few words from the next door.

"He was mad at me on purpose."

"Why the quarrel?"

Wang Xueshu lowered her head and pondered for a while, and then said, "I don't know why, but talking to him makes me angry."

"The gas comes and goes fast."

Jiang Shuangling nodded, "Then I'm the same as you. Maybe men and women think differently sometimes, which is easy to misunderstand."

"We want to be comforted by the answer determined by the other party, but the man thinks this is impossible, and he is not willing to say a word of comfort to you, so he is perfunctory."

Wang Xueshu nodded, "Almost, sometimes all I want to hear is a soothing sentence."

Jiang Shuangling: "...I think I'm quite unreasonable, isn't it unpopular?"

Wang Xueshu rolled her eyes, and in front of her, she didn't care about her image at all. After leaving the little sisters of the art troupe, Wang Xueshu began to let go, "The old king next door to you is the ancestor who made trouble."

Jiang Shuangling: “…”

The Pharaoh next door is too strong.

The little Jiang next door admired it.

"Do you think I'm not attractive?"

"No, Sister Xueshu, this is your true temperament."

Wang Xueshu glanced at her in disgust, and said with disgust: "So Xiao Jiang, you are sometimes really hypocritical when you study art."

Jiang Shuangling: "...Am I being hypocritical? The old Wang next door is learning dancing. Isn't Lao Wang studying art?"

Wang Xueshu: “…”

"It's because of this that I see more of you hypocritical little sisters." Wang Xueshu's tone was very confident.

If it changes, I just find something to scold and I will feel better."

"It's not too much of a panic to think about what to do."

Jiang Shuangling smiled and envied the other party's free and easy, "Okay, Sister Xueshu, I will learn from you."

Wang Xueshu looked down at her belly, then at Jiang Shuangling's belly and face, "Why do I feel that your belly is not big, and you haven't gained much weight, even your face has not changed. "

"I've grown a lot."

Jiang Shuangling thought, "Maybe I didn't exercise much before."

long place.

"What does that have to do with that? Could it be that I ate too many mooncakes?!"

Jiang Shuangling: “…”

"Forget it, I now hope to give birth to the child as soon as possible, whether it is like me or old He, I recognize it."

Jiang Shuangling nodded and said, "I recognize it too."

"What do you know? I'm going to call for help."

Jiang Shuangling laughed, "Don't act too much, if you look like Qi Heng, I'll call for help."

"What are you saving? If I were you, I would die of laughter like Qi Heng."

"Tsk tsk." Jiang Shuangling sighed, "Then you may not be able to laugh."

"Yeah, I can't stand it like that."

Jiang Shuangling: "I like his character."

Wang Xueshu: "You... what kind of pot goes with what kind of lid."

"I think he's cute."

Wang Xueshu shivered all over. The appearance and behavior of Qi Heng, the evil star in the crowd, cannot be linked to cuteness at all. She judged: "Xiao Jiang, there is something wrong with your preferences."

Jiang Shuangling: "You said it yourself, he is the right pot for me."

"It's just..."

Wang Xueshu's mouth twitched: "Just what?"

"I think he may not be a pot."

—It's a vat.

Wang Xueshu: "...isn't it a pot or a cup, you are the lid?"

"No, he's a vat!"

"What about your cylinder head?"

Jiang Shuangling felt suffocated when she heard the word cylinder head: "I don't want to admit it."

The two chatted for a while, and Jiang Shuangling asked Wang Xueshu curiously, "When you are about to give birth, will your elders help you at home?"

"My sister, come here and take care of me, I haven't brought any children, why? Do you want someone to come?"

Jiang Shuangling shook her head: "No, there is no one in my family, it's Qi Heng's mother."

Wang Xueshu didn't take what she said seriously, and replied casually: "Your mother-in-law is coming? Qi Heng his mother? Qi Heng's mother must like you like this."

Jiang Shuangling: "???Why?!"

Jiang Shuangling chatted with Wang Xueshu about Qi Heng's mother for a while, but didn't say anything about it. After listening to Wang Xueshu's words, she went to Mr. Yao. She wanted to know the situation of her mother-in-law. After the mother-in-law came over, Try your best to get along well, and don't cause conflicts.

Who knew that when Teacher Yao saw her, she would say the same thing as Wang Xueshu, "She likes a daughter-in-law like you, so she doesn't need to pay attention, you just do it."

"You're fine."

Jiang Shuangling is inexplicable: "????"

I am like this, what am I like? !

"What is it?"

"...that's it."

Jiang Shuangling: “…”

She suddenly began to suspect that others were perfunctory comforting her.

Mr. Yao gave her an idea: "How about you perform and paint in front of her?"

"She likes you as literary and artistic."

Jiang Shuangling: "??!"

According to what she pointed out, Qi Heng's mother was the widow of a martyr and raised several children, so she should be a relatively strong woman, how could it be... Oh yes, his mother likes calligraphy, I guess she really has Romantic literature cells.

…Like literature and art?

Am I artistic?

Artistic?

Why would a mother-in-law who likes literature and art raise such a temperament as Qi Heng?

“Should I read poetry in front of my mother-in-law?”

After listening to Mr. Yao's words, Jiang Shuangling still made some preparations, including a few Chinese paintings and Western paintings, as well as a few Chinese and foreign poems.

Jiang Shuangling: “…”

I always feel that my preparation for meeting my mother-in-law is not right.

Is the mother-in-law drama on TV prepared for this?

I want to talk with my mother-in-law about the stars, the moon, ancient and modern, poetry and painting? ! Literati, qin, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, camellia?

Guqin Jiang Shuangling can't, she can only play the pipa.

"...I can only play the pipa." I will also order the piano, zither and cucurbit.

Qi Heng pushed open the door and walked in, vaguely heard her words, and a "?" popped out of her head.

Jiang Shuangling is still thinking about her piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, camellia.

Playing chess, in order to learn Chinese painting, she deliberately learned Go and calligraphy. They studied art, and their calligraphy skills are not weak. Can't write poetry, how many games can Feihualing play, wine? No drink, tea? She can make tea, flowers? First you have to have flowers...

Jiang Shuangling: “…”

She felt like she had gone the wrong way.

This should not be the beginning of a normal mother-in-law routine.

"I must have misunderstood something."

Qi Heng frowned and walked to her side, hugged him in his arms, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with you?"

At this time, Jiang Shuangling was holding a small book of poems she copied.

"Qi Heng, which poems does your mother like?"

Qi Heng: "…"

"Unclear."

"You should know something."

"There are many of Li Du's. When she practiced calligraphy, she would copy poems."

Jiang Shuangling: "...Well, I have a small book here, Qi Heng, come and read it to our children, and by the way, give them prenatal education."

Qi Heng took the book in her hand, lowered her eyes and read the poem in her hand.

Jiang Shuangling listened, drowsy, Qi Heng's voice was very nice and hypnotizing. I guess I secretly went to learn a few skills from the announcer on the radio recently, but fortunately I haven't been able to. Learn to express emotions that are particularly exaggerated and passionate.

"I will use this tone to read in the future." It is gentle and hypnotic, with a subwoofer tone, which is very suitable for listening before going to bed.

Don't imitate the radio announcers of this era.

Too much!

If Qi Heng made such a sound, she would probably be able to show him a sitting up from a dying sickness.

"Good."

Jiang Shuangling closed her eyes and listened to his voice, thinking in her heart whether she should make another small book, copy some famous love poems from ancient and modern China and abroad, and let Qi Heng read it in her ear under hypnosis.

What if he's so good at flirting?

…

Let's have a daughter.

Listen to more love poems, so that you will not be deceived by other men's rhetoric in the future.

But what if she listens to her father's emotionless love poem, and if she falls in love with the particularly emotional tone of the radio anchor in the future.

"...Forget it, don't read it."

Qi Heng who was reading a poem: "What? Don't you like it?"

"No, no, I mean don't read love poems."

"It can be harmful to children."

Qi Heng: "…"

Qi Heng put down the book in her hand, and put her warm palm on Jiang Shuangling's bulging belly. Her belly now seemed to be filled with a small leather ball.

This little guy was quiet today, listening to his father recite poetry, he didn't come out to be restless.

"Qi Heng, do you want to bring some music to the child?" Jiang Shuangling suddenly said in a whimsical way.

Qi Heng nodded, picked up the harmonica, and played slowly.

Jiang Shuangling turned her body sideways, feeling that she was really asking for guilt, she wanted to cover her ears, but even if she could cover her ears, she couldn't cover her stomach.

The child began to move violently after hearing the sound of the harmonica.

"Hi-" Jiang Shuangling took a deep breath.

"What's wrong?"

"Boy it kicked me."

Jiang Shuangling felt that the current form was not right, and the child in her belly suddenly became so excited. Did he think that his father was playing too ugly, or did he like the sound of his harmonica?

In case he also inherited his father's musical talent.

The birthdays of Qi Heng and Qi Yue are both in November, one of them is on the 24th of the ninth month of the lunar calendar, the other is on the 27th of the ninth month, Qi Yue is on the 24th, Qi Heng is on the second seventeen.

This child Qiyue is very proud and feels that he was born a few days earlier than his father.

Birthdays first.