The couple made a living in the 1950s.

In the Bai family's living room, Bai Ye concealed the emotions in his eyes.

Weiwei leaned back on the sofa, looking sullen and not saying a word.

The overwhelming sense of oppression around him hit him head-on.

Sanbao sat a little further away from his father, holding the tea set.

She seemed to be brewing the Pre-Rain Longjing tea that she had just asked from her mother.

It was Lin Manyu again, seeing that Jiang Mingbo, who was sitting on the other side of the sofa, was really uneasy.

Then he turned his head slightly and placed his hand on Bai Ye's arm.

Then he looked at Jiang Mingbo with a smile, "Mingbo, how long can you stay at home this time?"

When Jiang Mingbo heard the question, his originally tense mood relaxed a little.

He glanced at it calmly and poured tea for everyone.

Just sit there, sipping tea.

Sanbao, who didn't even look at him, had a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

He turned his head slightly, met Lin Hanyu's gaze and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

"Auntie Yu, I'm leaving on the tenth."

"Well, it's not easy for you to come here this time."

Lin Yuyu reached out and picked up the magnolia cup on the coffee table.

He raised his head slightly to glance at Jiang Mingbo, then lowered his head to carefully sip the Rain-Predawn Longjing tea in the cup.

When Jiang Mingbo heard Lin Manyu say this, his hands, which were originally placed flat on his knees,

I couldn't help but gently grip my knees, then quickly let go.

At that moment, Bai Ye quickly caught the uneasiness and tension in his eyes.

Sighing slightly in his heart, he turned his head slightly to look at the person sitting on the sofa on the other side.

Although she seems not to care, her little girl is actually always paying attention to her every word and action.

A feeling of relief passed through my heart.

He suddenly felt that it was rather meaningless for him to deliberately try to make things difficult for someone his little girl liked.

The children have grown up, and the three treasures will eventually live the lives they want.

He and Hanhan have always been living a life that belongs to them alone.

Bai Ye leaned forward slightly and restrained his aura.

The living room seemed to return to temperature in an instant.

Erbao was sitting at the round table peeling eggs, and should have been sleeping soundly on the kang.

Dabao, who was now sitting with his younger brother, also breathed a sigh of relief.

They are both in their twenties and don't want to see their sister crying every day.

Bai Ye reached out and picked up the magnolia cup on the coffee table, then lowered his head and took a sip of the tea in it.

The whole person was leaning lazily on the sofa.

"If you want to get engaged, go home and ask your dad to come over."

Jiang Mingbo's originally tense body relaxed in an instant.

He bravely met Bai Ye's cold eyes, the surging joy in his eyes was unfathomable.

Bai Ye was shocked by what he saw.

"Uncle Bai, when do you think it would be a good time for my dad to come over?"

"Come over one day after the New Year and tell Sanbao in advance."

Bai Ye lowered his head to hide his inner emotions and stopped talking.

After Jiang Mingbo left, Lin Hanyu looked at the New Year gifts he brought and nodded slightly.

No one at home smoked, so he didn't follow the trend and send cigarettes.

Dabao sat next to his mother.

He did not touch the two bottles of Moutai, two cans of malted milk and apples that Jiang Mingbo brought.

Instead, he reached out and opened the box next to him, revealing a Tiger Head brand flashlight inside.

Bai Ye sat aside and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Flashlight tickets, although not as rare as the four major items.

But it is not easy to get.

Erbao’s hospital is equipped with flashlights for doctors who work on night shifts.

Nowadays, most homes still use kerosene lamps for convenient lighting.

The children didn't need to buy flashlights, so he and Hanhan didn't care whether they had one at home or not.

Having it this time is like icing on the cake.

At this time, in the Jiang family's living room.

Their whole family was sitting together, discussing going to the Bai family to get engaged after the New Year.

Aunt Jiang took the opportunity while Lin Ai went to the kitchen to make tea.

He leaned close to Jiang Jiadong's ear and whispered.

"Nowadays, people advocate a revolutionary wedding where people get engaged and then get married."

"It can't be compared to the level of attention paid to it in the past when there were three matchmakers and six appointments."

"How much do you want to give to the Bai family for Mingbo's marriage?"

Hearing this, Jiang Jiadong turned around and looked at his mother seriously.

He doesn't even know how much money his family has saved over the years.

Is it his decision as to how much dowry to give to the eldest daughter-in-law?

Aunt Jiang met her son's puzzled eyes, then reacted and sat up straight with a wry smile.

Jiang Mingbo sat aside, watching the little actions between grandma and dad, with a smile in his eyes.

After a while, Lin Ai sat back on the sofa.

Jiang Jiadong turned his head slightly and looked at his mother.

He smiled and said, "Our betrothal gift is three thousand more than Qingshu's dowry. What do you think?"

Aunt Jiang glanced at her daughter-in-law's unhappy face, then looked at her son and nodded.

She was calculating the family's money in her mind.

It will take a few more years for my grandson to consider getting married.

After my eldest grandson gets married, I can save up some money for the youngest grandson’s wedding.

Jiang Mingbo looked at his mother and felt relieved that she did not question his father's decision.

He reached out and patted his brother who was sitting next to him, causing him to smile brightly.

In a blink of an eye, it is already the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month.

At this moment, Dabao was sitting at the round table in the living room, carefully writing Spring Festival couplets for the house.

He looked up and saw that he was fully dressed.

My sister walked down the stairs happily, with a hint of pampering in her eyes.

Sanbao walked up the last flight of stairs and just as he looked up he met his eldest brother's eyes.

She walked to the round table, sat next to her eldest brother and watched him continue writing Spring Festival couplets.

There are three brothers and sisters in the family, and they started learning calligraphy at the age of four.

Gradually master the basic knowledge of Chinese characters, correct calligraphy skills and methods.

At that time, their parents wouldn't let them write.

They say their bones are too soft and haven't grown fully yet.

Starting at the age of six, the brother and sister had endless big characters to write every day.

Parents are extremely strict with them in this regard.

She still remembers her father’s serious face when she was in junior high school and cried because she was dissatisfied with the heavy schoolwork and refused to practice calligraphy.

That was the first and only time Dad got angry with her.

Since then, she never dared to be clever and not work hard again.

Her brothers initially learned both running script and regular script, but she had to learn one more style, the hairpin-flowered small regular script, than her two brothers.

Later, I don’t remember when it started.

The eldest brother likes to write regular script more and more, and the younger brother likes to write running script more and more.

I am best at writing small calligraphy with hairpin flowers.

At that time, mom and dad just smiled and never asked them to write other fonts well.

Now whenever I think of my own handwriting, it is as beautiful as my mother's.

She was extremely proud.

Over the years, she had wanted more than once to thank her father for not being soft-hearted when she rubbed her red little hands and cried.

Dabao put down his pen, turned around and looked at his sister who was sitting next to him in a daze, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

With a smile in his eyes, he said, "If you don't go out, Mingbo will be anxious."

When Sanbao heard his eldest brother talking, he met his eyes blankly.

My vision gradually became clearer.