The couple made a living in the 1950s.

Dabao noticed his mother-in-law's gaze and raised his eyebrows slightly out of habit, with a hint of understanding in his eyes.

He smiled and held his wife's little white hand.

Bring her the brown sugar water on the coffee table.

Li Mingyu was relieved when she saw that her son-in-law did not take her second daughter's behavior seriously.

Wang Jiaan sat next to Meng Xiaojuan and saw that his mother-in-law valued her new son-in-law.

His eyes sparkled with envy.

Meng's parents had never paid so much attention to his thoughts.

They looked down on him from the bottom of their hearts.

I do a good job and I look good too.

No matter where he is, he would be an excellent marriage partner, but only the Meng family is so blind.

Thinking of appearance, Wang Jiaan couldn't help but take a look at Dabao's handsome profile.

Liu Aiguo was holding his youngest son and sitting next to Meng Xiaolin, and couldn't help but glance at Wang Jiaan.

A look of helplessness flashed across his face.

He was the first son-in-law of the Meng family to get married, and he worked in a research institute with a good salary.

After paying for the living expenses of my wife and children, there is still some money left over from my monthly salary.

Plus his wife's salary from working at the Commercial Bureau.

Every year, their family can save a lot of money.

Both of his parents work in government agencies, although they are clerks.

But they are sensible people and have always gotten along well with his wife over the years.

He now has healthy parents, a lovely wife, and children around him.

Very happy and satisfied.

Dabao watched all of this without showing any emotion.

When the couple had lunch and returned from the military compound.

Erbao and Li Fanglei had already been at home, and the Bai and Li families lived in the same courtyard.

Li Fanglei is similar. She can see her parents and two younger brothers every day.

There was a period of time when she first got married that every time she came home from get off work and passed by the door, she would find no one at home.

She would always unlock the door and go into the house, take a look around the house before locking the door and going home.

At this moment, the little daughter was preparing dinner in the kitchen with her two daughters-in-law.

Lin Hanyu and Bai Ye sat on the sofa, looking at their little granddaughters lying in the stroller.

Joy slowly overflowed from her heart.

These two little ones look like my second son, and sometimes I look after them myself.

Suddenly, it was as if we were back to when the three treasures were still little.

Bai Ye sat aside, looking at his wife with eyes full of doting.

With the birth of these two little granddaughters, he and Manman became grandparents.

He couldn't help it, so he reached out and touched his still smooth face and gently raised the corners of his lips.

Now he is happy that Hanhan applies those skin care products on himself every day.

In addition, she would cook some soup for her family from time to time.

I am still in my early thirties and don’t look old.

Otherwise, you will stand with your own wife in the future.

The two of them might not seem to match in appearance.

"Ahhh, come on, Ayun Yiyi, look at grandma and smile."

"Who among you will smile for grandma first?"

When Dabao came down from upstairs, he saw his parents and younger brother sitting on the sofa playing with their two little nieces.

He walked forward with a smile and took a little niece out of the stroller.

"Uncle, look who you are hugging this time, our A-Yun or our Yi-Yi."

Because of this, the two little granddaughters can easily tell who is who.

When my family members play the game of guessing who is the older sister and who is the younger sister.

You have to deliberately ignore the small red moles at the corners of the two children's eyes.

On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, Dabao left home and returned to the research institute to work.

After this year, the days seem to pass faster.

By early April, Sanbao's transfer certificate had been completed.

Lin Hanyu and Bai Ye also took leave and sent her to Yang City together.

They are going to take the train after get off work tomorrow. Tonight, Lin Hanyu lay in bed but couldn't fall asleep.

She lay in Bai Ye's arms, playing with his fingers from time to time.

"I'm going to bring some new fabrics that our family has purchased in recent years to Liu Yanan and Wang Ying."

"From now on, our little girl will live there."

"There are two local people I know who can look after her if anything happens."

"okay."

Bai Ye raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, then picked up the watch on the bedside table and took a look at it.

It's almost half past nine.

He lowered his head slightly and looked at his wife who was playing with her fingers.

"Hanhan, tomorrow is Saturday and you have to go to work."

"Let's go to bed first."

After saying this, he withdrew his fingers.

He turned over and held Lin Hanyu in his arms, preventing her from moving.

Lin Hanyu struggled for a while, found a comfortable sleeping position in his arms, and then fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Lin Hanyu and Bai Ye went to work as usual.

Sanbao followed her grandmother and mother-in-law to check the things she was going to take to Yang City at home.

She only kept one of the quilts she made when she married Mingbo at home.

She started mailing the remaining bedding and pillows to Yang City Military Region half a month ago.

It should have been mailed by now.

The new curtains her mother had made for her, as well as several quilt covers, sheets, pillowcases and pillowcases were also mailed along with the bedding.

In fact, most people's homes are still short of cloth.

When she was a child, she observed that neither Aunt Meimei's house nor Aunt Meijia's house used quilt covers.

If the quilt is dirty, you need to take it apart and wash it.

Not convenient at all.

She always felt that only her mother could make quilt covers and pillowcases.

At this time, Yang City Military District.

"Report."

Jiang Mingbo was sitting alone in the office reading military documents.

Then I heard the voice of attendant Zhao Aiguo coming from the door.

He resealed the document in his hand before looking up at the door.

"Come in."

"Report to the Political Commissar, the logistics department said that there is a package for you today."

"I'll come get the key and take the package back to your family compound."

Jiang Mingbo lowered his head and pondered for a while, remembering that his wife had said in the letter last time that she would mail the bedding from home to him.

He stood up, looked at Zhao Aiguo, and motioned for him to follow him out.

"There are too many things. I'll go with you to get them."

When Zhao Aiguo heard what the political commissar said, he followed him towards the sentry room with a smile.

As Jiang Mingbo walked, he couldn't help thinking about going to the train station to pick up his wife and his father-in-law and mother-in-law tomorrow.

Ever since he returned to the team after recovering from his last injury, everyone knows that there is no problem with his legs being able to train normally.

You can't go out on missions anymore.

Because of this, he was awarded the second-class merit and recovered huge losses for the country.

The army promoted him to regimental political commissar with the rank of colonel.

The salary for a cadre at administrative level 13 is 177 yuan per month.

He will no longer be able to carry out missions, and his promotion speed will definitely not be as fast as his comrades who are out on missions.

However, he does have more time to spend with Qingshu now.

In the courtyard, Lin Ai saw his eldest daughter-in-law sitting on the sofa in a daze.

I couldn't help but mutter to myself.

Her daughter-in-law is such a blessing. Lin Yuyu really loves her daughter.

Unlike her, nowadays those students outside like to flatter their teachers and hold criticism meetings.

Her family was afraid of getting into trouble.

Haven't been here for a long time.