The couple made a living in the 1950s.

Her two little granddaughters have different personalities.

Both are lively and cute, but the younger granddaughter is somehow a little more playful than the older one.

At night, Dabao coaxes his son to sleep.

She kissed his sleeping little face before putting him to sleep in his crib.

Meng Xiaoou held the hand he extended to her, and they both lay down on the bed.

Dabao turned over and looked into her eyes, and couldn't help but lean over and kiss her.

He could never get enough of looking at his wife's little face.

She is obviously a woman as elegant as a chrysanthemum, but she is also charming in her bones.

What he liked most was to see her forget herself for him.

Now that he had plucked this delicate flower with a high collar, he could never bear to let it go.

"Don't...Qingyi..."

Meng Xiaoou raised her hand in a daze and slapped the man on her body.

Still couldn't arouse his sympathy.

In a trance, she heard his low and pleasant voice in her ears.

"Wife, we haven't done it for too long."

"You feel sorry for me too."

The next morning, Meng Xiaoou went downstairs to make breakfast.

Li Fanglei had already put breakfast in the pot and was waiting for it to be cooked.

After breakfast, Lin Hanyu rode his bicycle to work as usual.

Because the eldest son was on vacation at home, Ah Heng did not go to the Post Office nursery with his mother.

Instead, stay at home and be taken care of by your father.

Everyone in the family went to work one after another.

Dabao was sitting under the arbour, staring at his eldest son in his arms.

The little guy didn't cry, just looked at him with his big eyes blinking.

His heart melted when he saw it.

dong dong dong...

Dabao was watching his son intently when he heard a knock on the door outside the Moon Gate.

He was not in a hurry to open the door, but held his eldest son in his arms and walked towards the door.

When he opened the moon door, he saw Zhu Lili standing outside with a hint of doubt in her eyes.

Zhu Lili saw that it was him who opened the door and couldn't help but stare at him for a while.

The eldest son of the Bai family looks so much like his father, as if they were carved from the same mold.

She couldn't help but be dazed.

They arranged a blind date and got married, but they didn't expect that the couple didn't end up together.

She had a little daughter in this marriage.

Now that I think about it, my little daughter was my only comfort during those years.

Dabao met Zhu Lili's gaze and raised his eyebrows slightly out of habit.

Is this person looking at others through himself?

Thinking of this, his eyes gradually became complicated.

Zhu Lili came back to her senses a little and spoke with a smile.

"Qingyi, wait for your mother to come back."

"Tell her I'll come visit you in the evening."

"I want to ask her something."

She saw Dabao nod, then turned and walked home.

At this time, in the Beijing Public Security Bureau.

After Lin Hanyu finished the work in her hands, she put down the abacus and sat at her desk to knit a sweater.

The sooner you prepare winter clothes for your eldest grandson, the better.

The office was quiet and everyone was doing their own thing.

Ever since the last suspicion, someone in the bureau wanted to open and read her correspondence.

She never noticed anything suspicious in the correspondence again.

This matter was left unresolved.

Zhang Liyan, out of the corner of her eye, saw Lin Manyu sitting there.

The days seemed peaceful and quiet, but she felt jealous and uneasy.

She raised her hand and gently stroked her belly, and the complexity that flashed across her eyes was impossible to capture.

If there was a child here, she wouldn't be so passive in front of her husband.

I have never been so lucky. Lin Hanyu's family connections are enough to make people wary.

Otherwise, her husband would fall in love with a woman who is nearly 20 years older than her.

I really became a joke.

Lin Manyu doesn't even know about Zhang Liyan's little thoughts.

But even if she knew, she wouldn't care.

At this moment, she was reading the letter sent back by her little daughter.

Their little girl lives well in the military compound.

The letter only contained some trivial matters.

There is warmth in the ordinary words.

Lin Hanyu looked at the letter in his hand carefully, afraid of missing a single word.

She didn't know yet that her little girl's peaceful life was beginning to be disturbed.

At this time, the Finance Department of Yang City Post and Telecommunications Bureau.

Everyone was working on their own tasks, and for a while the office was filled with the sound of abacus beads clacking.

At noon, Sanbao and Wang Lihong went to the cafeteria to line up for food as usual.

Today, the queue that Sanbao is in is faster than Wang Lihong's.

She looked at Wang Hongli while holding her lunch. There were more than ten people in front of her before she could get her lunch.

Sanbao quickly turned around and looked for an empty seat for the two of them to have lunch.

As soon as she sat down, a woman in her forties sat down on the other side of the table.

Time has not been kind to her, and the wrinkles between her brows and at the corners of her eyes have become deeper.

Wang Guifang looked at the girl in front of her.

There was a flash of displeasure on his face. His son was handsome and had a good job.

If I really marry a witch like this, I'm afraid she won't be able to persuade me for long and will have no place to stand in the house.

She tried hard to force a smile on her face and stared at Sanbao with her triangular eyes.

"Are you the little girl who often hangs out with Wang Hongli?"

"What's your name and where do you live?"

"I'll pick one for our Huaijun in case he doesn't find a suitable daughter-in-law by then."

"I'll ask the matchmaker to go to your house to propose marriage."

As Sanbao listened to her words, his expression became increasingly cold.

It reminded her of Zhou Guoping, whom she met in Beijing before.

Ever since he was beaten and couldn't come to work, I haven't paid any attention to him.

Later, she and Mingbo got their marriage certificate.

Little by little, I forgot that there was such a person as Zhou Guoping.

Now, she looked at the woman sitting in front of her and chattering.

My heart sank as well.

"Who is your son, that he is planning to destroy a military marriage?"

Wang Guifang was stunned when she heard this and stared at Sanbao without blinking.

"What military marriage?"

“My husband is a soldier.”

As Sanbao spoke, he raised his hand, picked up the chopsticks and started eating.

Today, the cafeteria has one meat and one vegetable dish, including stir-fried pork slices and roasted eggplant.

The braised meat slices made by the chefs are delicious.

In her opinion, he was more likable than the inexplicable woman in front of her.

Wang Guifang saw her eating meat happily and couldn't help swallowing her saliva secretly.

“Are you married?

When Sanbao nodded, she immediately stood up and walked out of the cafeteria.

My eldest son is the most promising child in the family.

You can't ruin your future because of a woman.

When Wang Hongli came to find Sanbao with an aluminum lunch box.

Wang Guifang had left a long time ago.

Sanbao swallowed the stir-fried pork in his mouth, raised his hand and looked at Wang Hongli.

"Are you still in contact with Zhang Huaijun?"

Wang Hongli was slightly stunned when she heard this.

Just then I remembered who Zhang Huaijun was.

She quickly shook her head, "My mother has already agreed with the matchmaker not to associate with him."

My family is now looking for someone else for me.

Sanbao nodded when she heard that, but she didn't stop eating without saying anything.

Until the two of them finished lunch and returned to the department, they did not meet Zhang Huaijun and his mother again.

Time always passes quickly in the afternoon when there is no work to do.

Sanbao put down the enamel teacup in his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist.

There are still twenty minutes until the end of get off work.

After get off work, she took her small wooden stool and went to the entrance of Zhongjie Department Store to wait for the military vehicle to take her home as usual.

She saw from a distance that the military vehicles were parked at fixed positions.

A group of military dependents were standing next to the military vehicle and talking.

When she got closer, she saw Zhang Cuiyan was also there.

A trace of doubt flashed through her mind. Are the students already on summer vacation?

At this moment, Zhang Cuiyan also saw Sanbao.

He waved her over.

"Just got off work?"

"Well, what about you? No classes!"

"Political Commissar Jiang's family doesn't have any children, so it's normal that they don't have the latest news about the school."

"This morning, the troops arranged for primary school students to watch the soldiers train."

"I'll go home from school after watching the training."

Before Zhang Cuiyan could speak, a female comrade standing near them spoke first.

Sanbao tilted his head slightly to look at her, his expression darkening.

This is a strange woman, I have never seen her before.

Seeing that Sanbao was unhappy, Zhang Cuiyan took her hand and found a good seat on the military vehicle to sit down.

Two people sat together.

"The person who just spoke is Fu Chunying, Aunt Fu Xiaomei."

"She also works in the art troupe, and her husband is Gu Deren, the head of the 34th troupe."

"They live in the family building next to us."

When Sanbao heard this, he smiled and nodded.

A flash of understanding flashed through his mind, Fu Xiaomei is Mingbo's bad love interest.

Before Mingbo submitted his marriage report, several female comrades in the art troupe were optimistic about him.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Zhang Cuiyan took out a handful of peanuts from her pocket and put them in her hand, indicating that she should be polite.

Sanbao looked at the peanuts in his hand and was slightly stunned.

He looked up at her with a smile and started eating peanuts.

She and her brothers started high school at the age of seven, and apart from Leilei, they had no other friends of the same age.

Since childhood, classmates in the class disliked their young age and didn’t like to play with them.

The older brother and the younger brother didn’t meet some like-minded friends until they were in college.

She was not so lucky. The only new friend she made when she grew up was her elder sister-in-law.

In Yang City, I get along pretty well with Wang Hongli.

Then there is Zhang Cuiyan in front of us.

After a while, everyone got on the bus one after another.

In addition to the soldier driving the military vehicle, there is also a guard sitting in the passenger seat.

in case the emergency.

There were still not many people in the car today, and the military families were sitting together in groups of three or four.

This military vehicle shed is surrounded by rainproof cloth and is usually only used by military dependents and soldiers returning to the unit.

When a car is driving on the road, it will inevitably attract more glances from people.

Fu Chunying sat at the outermost seat, afraid that people under the bus couldn't see her.

I don't know, she can sit in the car.

Sanbao looked at her smug look and suddenly felt relieved about her rudeness just now.

I don't want to associate with such a person.

By the time the military vehicle stopped at the gate of the army, it was almost half past six.

Sanbao got out of the car and saw Jiang Mingbo standing not far from the door.

She said goodbye to Zhang Cuiyan with a smile and walked towards him.

I go home every day as long as Mingbo is not working.

He would always wait for her where she got off the bus.

Jiang Mingbo looked at his young wife who was slowly walking towards him.

I couldn't help but take a few steps forward and secretly touch her little hand.

The two of them walked home while talking.

Jiang Mingbo lowered his head slightly and looked at the person next to him.

"Tonight, there is pickled cabbage and pork in the cafeteria."

"I'll fry another plate of eggs so we can eat when we get home later."

Sanbao looked at Brother Mingbo in front of him, who was waiting for him to praise him, and his heart softened.

Taking advantage of the setting sun and the surrounding trees to block the view, she smiled, stood on tiptoe and reached out to touch his hair.

My mother was right when she said, a man remains a boy until he dies.

As soon as they walked downstairs to the family building, they heard a noise coming from upstairs.

Sanbao and Jiang Mingbo looked at each other tacitly before going upstairs.

Today, the kids from this family and that family had a fight in their building.

Tomorrow this family will throw a green onion and the other family will throw a garlic.

From time to time, they would quarrel over one thing or another.

Liu Dahua's family moved in late and were assigned a middle-class household.

She has always been upset because her house is smaller than the two houses to the east and west.

She felt that her husband was the head of the regiment, and Zhang Cuiyan's deputy commander Liu An was the deputy head of the regiment.

They should not be allowed to live in the middle household.

In fact, all three houses have two bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen and a bathroom.

The area difference is about three or four square meters.

Now, there are no empty houses in the army that can be exchanged for them.

Liu Dahua knew that her needs could not be met in a short time.

In the family building, I don't like anyone.

When the couple went upstairs, they heard Pan Zhaodi crying.

Sanbao thought it had nothing to do with them, so he took Jiang Mingbo's hand and continued to go home.

"Commissar Jiang's family, please wait a moment."

Just as they were about to go upstairs, Pan Zhaodi's voice came from behind them.

Sanbao glanced at Jiang Mingbo, then quickly walked home and closed the door.

"Political Commissar Jiang, why are you alone?"

"Where's your wife?"

Jiang Mingbo frowned slightly and looked at Pan Zhaodi.

Seeing this, she couldn't help but swallow the rest of the words in her mouth.

"Qingshu, go home and cook."

"What's wrong with you?"

"No no…"

Jiang Mingbo watched her go downstairs before turning around and going home.

When he opened the door, he saw the food already placed on the table in the small living room.

The person sitting at the table was looking at him with a smile.

"What does she want from me?"

"I didn't say it."

"Would you like to wash your hands?"

Jiang Mingbo saw his young wife nod and took her to the bathroom.

Sanbao looked at the man standing behind her, helping her wash her hands carefully.

She turned around, stood on tiptoe, and kissed his chin.

"Brother Mingbo, I want a child."

"If you want to have a baby, we will have one."

Sanbao felt the momentary stiffness of the person behind him and his slightly trembling voice.

He lowered his head, looking puzzled.

Brother Mingbo was a little excited.

She didn't look in the mirror, so she naturally missed the slight curling of the lips of the person behind her.

Jiang Mingbo saw that both people had washed their hands clean.

Then he took Sanbao to the dining table and started eating dinner.

"Wife, why do you want to have a baby?"

When Sanbao heard his words, he swallowed the food in his mouth.

Looking at him seriously, Brother Mingbo always thought that he didn't want to have children?

Jiang Mingbo met Sanbao's gaze and felt inexplicably guilty.

"Then I stopped using birth control products, and I really did want to make you pregnant."

"I always thought that you didn't remind me to use birth control products because you forgot about it."

"Ha ha……"

Seeing his anxious look, Sanbao finally laughed out loud.

"So, you always thought I didn't want to have children?"

"When we first got married, you always reminded me to use birth control no matter what the situation was."

"So, I thought you didn't want to have a baby yet..."

"That is, every time we don't use birth control products."

"You took advantage of my lust and deliberately didn't use it."

Sanbao looked at the sadness that flashed across Jiang Mingbo's eyes.

My heart is filled with intense pain.

Unable to help herself, she reached out and touched his hair again, "Why would I not want to have a child for both of us?"