The female supporting role is a heartthrob in the chronology

"Brother Jianjun doesn't come here very often. He is busy with work, and the wife in the lobby comes here once in a while. Xiaocheng is busy with work now, so he is not as diligent as when he was in school. Xiaozhou and Xiaoxin are a little more diligent. One is in college and the other I'm in high school, and I'm going to school in Kyoto, where brother Jianjun works, in the suburbs."

Aunt Fang said with emotion that these children have grown up in a blink of an eye.

In another ten years, the children who have been watched since childhood are either married or have graduated from college.

"Mom, do you think it's going too fast?"

Aunt Fang nodded her head in agreement, "I think it's going by so fast. That year, the food shortage began, and there was little food at the food station. Your father went to queue to buy food. Your second aunt was old when she gave birth to your little sister, and she had little milk. When your father sent malted milk back, it was all at night."

It seems that those old things are reappearing in front of my eyes.

"Afterwards, there was a drought, and the food shortage in our city was even worse. Your father sent your two brothers back to their hometown, and your uncle and second uncle even pooled some vegetables and food to send. Otherwise, I don't know how to survive the next three years. of."

The big pot of rice hit the drought again.

The brigade was backed by the mountain again, and the second brother led a brigade of young people into the mountains to hunt, and the lesbians dug some wild vegetables.

No matter how difficult it was, it was better than in their city. At that time, the porridge could reflect the shadows of people.

Many people even eat Guanyin soil when they are hungry.

But this stuff is indigestible, not to mention swollen stomach, and it is easy to die, and even starve to cause swelling all over the body.

There are also many people who scrape off the bark and cook it to drink.

"At the beginning of the drought, your uncle and second uncle led the brigade and many villagers survived, unlike other brigades, because of the drought, many people did not survive."

"Mom, it's all over, and today's days are thriving."

Aunt Fang nodded, "Yes, life is getting better and better these days, and many things don't require tickets."

When it was getting dark, they went home one after another, but Xiao Yuer and his siblings were still walking around.

Not tired?

Still practicing?
Mr. Zhao just saw a few young ones practicing martial arts, said hello to Mr. Fang, and went back.

After the elders washed up, the younger ones came to rest. Fang Youyou massaged their legs to relax.

"bath."

"Mom, when will you teach us that move again?" Brother and sister Little Moon persisted for more than half a year.

"Next week, you should study hard."

"it is good."

Ye Qinghe bathed his two sons, and Fang Youyou bathed his daughter.

It's a hot day, and the room at home is completely enough.

"Auntie, Brother Wu, you guys haven't slept yet?"

When Fang Youyou carried Little Moon over, she saw that they hadn't gone to sleep yet.

"It's still early, it's still early."

Aunt Fang looked at Little Moon. The little girl was very similar to her niece when she was a child.

When my niece was young, because of the drought, she could only eat half full. How could Little Moon be fat? It was only after the drought passed that the niece gradually began to gain weight.

"Grandma, can I sleep with you?"

Aunt Fang smiled and nodded, "Of course, come on, let's go to sleep."

The little girl is soft and recognizable.

"Go!"

Xiao Yuer takes the little dolphin to sleep, the two brothers share a room.

"Xiaoyou, are you free this weekend?"

Fang Youyou thought for a while, "Squeezing can still squeeze out time. Now that my aunt is coming to the capital, the parents of the two parties will meet. You can arrange it then."

This kiss is more intimate.

PS: Eating Guanyin soil, boiling bark, digging wild vegetables, this is true, I heard it from the older generation.