Parental Love: Jiang Weimin's Life of Lying Down

In the blink of an eye, the year has come to 1974. Jiang Weimin is already fifteen years old this year, and he has been in this world for a whole year, living a happy and comfortable life.

After school that afternoon, Jiang Yafei saw her mother An Jie walking in from outside with a letter in her hand.

"Mom, who sent the letter?"

"It was sent by your uncle."

Jiang Yafei couldn't wait to ask: "What does the letter say?"

An Jie laughed and scolded: "I just received it, and I haven't had time to open it and read it yet."

Jiang Yafei urged her mother: "Then open it and take a look!"

Anjie said helplessly: "Let me wash my hands first. Can't you be a little patient, kid?" After that, she went into the house to wash her hands.

After washing his hands, Anjie carefully opened the envelope and read the contents of the letter carefully.

Jiang Yafei stood by and waited anxiously. After a while, An Jie finally finished reading the letter, and Jiang Yafei asked hurriedly: "Mom, what did the letter say?"

Anjie smiled and told her: "The letter said that your uncle and his family will come to our place next month. Now you know it, you are satisfied, hurry up and do your homework! I want to cook!"

"Is that so?" After listening to this, Jiang Yafei put down her schoolbag and ran into Jiang Weimin's room, saying mysteriously, "Mom just received a letter~"

She deliberately dragged out her voice, but Jiang Weimin did not respond. Jiang Yafei stared at him anxiously, but Jiang Weimin did not respond to her.

Jiang Yafei couldn't help but get anxious: "Jiang Weimin, aren't you curious?"

Jiang Weimin replied calmly: "It's just a letter, what's there to be curious about?" Jiang Yafei rolled her eyes and suddenly thought of a way, and smiled proudly: "This is a letter from home~"

"A letter from home?" Jiang Weimin asked puzzledly.

"Yes, it's a letter from home!" Jiang Yafei replied with a smile.

Jiang Weimin thought for a moment and said calmly: "Oh"

Jiang Yafei kept it a secret: "Do you want to know? If you want to know, then call me sister."

Jiang Weimin shook his head: "I don't want to know. But I can tell who the letter is from by counting on my fingers."

Jiang Yafei looked unconvinced and asked, "Then who is the letter from?"

Jiang Weimin closed his eyes and pretended to be mysterious while pinching his fingers: "I calculated with my fingers, it should be a letter from my uncle."

Jiang Yafei couldn't help but feel shocked: "Ah! How did you know?" Jiang Weimin saw Jiang Yafei's reaction and laughed secretly in his heart.

But he still pretended to be confident: "I told you to count with your fingers, of course I can figure it out!"

Jiang Yafei asked doubtfully: "Is it true? I don't believe it! Tell me now!"

Jiang Weimin said with a wicked smile: "Call me brother and I will tell you."

Jiang Yafei immediately became angry: "Jiang Weimin, watch this!" The two of them started fighting.

In recent years, the relationship between Jiang Weimin and Jiang Yafei has been getting better and better. They are always playing and joking around. Now, whenever Jiang Yafei gets first-hand information, she will always share it with Jiang Weimin first.

In the end, Jiang Yafei didn't get any information out of Jiang Weimin until dinner time, when An Jie announced that his uncle An Tai would come next month.

"Sister-in-law, we haven't seen your sister-in-law for many years. I miss them so much!" Jiang Dehua smiled with a face full of memories.

"Yes! Dehua, I haven't seen you for a long time." Anjie went back to Qingdao once two years ago.

"Mom, Jiang Weimin knew it was from my uncle without even reading the letter. I asked him how he guessed it, but he didn't tell me." Jiang Yafei complained.

"I should have not told you, letting you want to know everything and keeping it from you." Anjie glared at her.

"Mom~" Jiang Yafei called out coquettishly.

"Jiang Weimin, how did you guess that?" Jiang Weidong turned to look at Jiang Weimin and asked.

"Well..." Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Jiang Weimin.

"Hurry up and speak, don't speak in official language." Jiang Weidong urged anxiously.

Jiang Weidong hesitated for a moment, then said, "It's actually very simple. Jiang Yafei told me."

"Don't talk nonsense, I didn't tell you." Jiang Yafei retorted with her eyes wide open.

"You forgot, you told me it was a letter home." Jiang Weidong reminded.

"Yes! What did I say?" Jiang Yafei was still puzzled.

"You just told me that." Jiang Weidong smiled proudly.

"How can you say that the letter from home is from my uncle? Who are you trying to fool?" Jiang Yafei still didn't understand.

Jiang Weimin patiently explained: "You have to learn to analyze and learn to reason. Let me give you a hint. Does Dad still have family in his hometown?"

Jiang Weidong thought about it, and suddenly realized: "Oh, I understand."

She shouted excitedly, "You and Jiang Weimin were talking about a family letter, but Dad has no relatives in his hometown, and Mom's only relatives are her uncle and aunt, and her aunt is in Heishan Island, so this letter was sent by her uncle. Jiang Yafei, it was you who told Jiang Weimin."

"Is that so?" The whole family suddenly realized.

"Third brother, you are so amazing. You can even deduce this," Jiang Yaning said admiringly.

"That's nothing. I can even predict that my uncle will bring a lot of delicious food, such as Tietong biscuits, milk candy, chocolate and so on."

"Really? Third brother, I'm really looking forward to my uncle coming."

"Jiang Weimin, you are talking nonsense!"

"How can that be nonsense? I calculated it, and I also know why my uncle and others came." Jiang Weimin had a mysterious expression on his face.

"Isn't it normal to come visit relatives?"

"No, no"

"Third brother, please tell me quickly!" Jiang Yaning looked anxious.

"Do you know how old our cousin is this year?" Jiang Weimin said in a pretentious manner.

"Mom, how old is my cousin this year?"

An Jie thought for a while and said, "I should be 16 years old this year!" Then he immediately understood what was going on and turned to look at Jiang Defu.

"Okay, stop talking and eat. The food is getting cold."

At night, An Jie tidied himself up and got into bed, looking at Jiang Defu.

"Do you understand what Wei Min means?"

"Uh-huh"

"That's what I said. They keep asking for trouble and keep pushing. How can they never be satisfied?"

"Why aren't you talking?" An Jie asked Jiang Defu, who was adjusting his watch without answering.

"What do you want me to say? I won't fall for it if I join you in badmouthing your mother's family.

You can say bad things about them, whatever you say is fine, but if I say it, you will quit and side with them again, and I don’t know you yet.”

"It's true that no one knows a wife better than her husband." An Jie looked proud.

"Hey, you said I could introduce her to Political Commissar Zuo, so she can study medicine at the General Hospital."

"They are constantly pushing their limits, so why do you care about them?"

"Of course I have to take care of her. I only have one niece. Can I not take care of her?"

"You are so capable, there is nothing you can't take care of."

"Then I'll call Political Commissar Zuo!"

"Why do you call him? He knows who you are!"

"I am Jiang Defu's wife. Who is he? He is just a political commissar of the General Hospital. He even disowned his old comrade."

"I really admire you. You remember all my old comrades and classmates. I have forgotten where they are. It's really hard for you."

"You are stupid if you don't remember, idiot. This is a precious treasure, you can't waste it." After saying that, An Jie crawled into Jiang Defu's quilt.

"Well, with you here, no wealth will go to waste. I can rest assured about that."

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing?"

"To sleep with you!"

"Hey, hey, hey, are you using a honey trap?"

"Am I still beautiful? Can I still use beauty tricks?"

"What do you think?"

“I think it’s okay!”

"Please get out."

It’s a last resort when you reach middle age!