Travelling Back to 20 Years Ago and Adopt Myself

Chapter 47

Ji Linqiu didn't notice that Jiang Wang was unusually quiet behind him, still watching the new clothes following his mother's movements.

　When Peng Xingwang was jumping around them earlier, he was laughing in his heart that a child could be so happy about such a simple thing.

　But at this moment, he actually felt exactly the same happiness.

　I also have new clothes from my mother.

　What a great time to celebrate the New Year.

　Ji Linqiu could actually tell that her mother's angry words really meant what she said.

　Several members of their family may appear to be very talkative to outsiders, but in fact, their personalities are more twisted than the others.

　"It would be great if you had done this earlier." He whispered: "I have always wanted to ask before, do you have to press for marriage every time you call me?" Chen Danhong coughed unnaturally and defended: "

　You If you are not married when you are thirty, people will think you are abnormal."

　The concept of abnormality is like a plague in small cities and rural mountains, and everyone avoids it.

　Ji Linqiu turned to look at her, angry and funny.

　"You listen to what others say?"

　Chen Danhong was stabbed and raised her coat as if seeking cover: "Try, do the new clothes look good?"

　Ji Linqiu took the clothes, still looking at her, and asked again calmly.

　"Mom, don't you feel annoyed when people put their eyes and hands into our home and point fingers?"

　He didn't let the topic continue. He just unfolded his coat and tried it on in the mirror. The shoulder line and waist fit perfectly.

　Chen Danhong was stunned for a long time and hurriedly praised him for his good looks and the clothes that made him look good.

　Ji Linqiu smoothed the collar of his clothes, turned around, opened his hands, and held the old man in his arms.

　He patted her back again, his voice low and calm.

　"Mom, Happy New Year."

　On New Year's Eve, someone was setting off firecrackers at around four o'clock in the morning, and the crackling sounds were like exploding mountains.

　Jiang Wang watched TV until about two o'clock last night and continued to sleep with the quilt on his face.

　After six o'clock, the skylight began to leak through the gaps in the curtains, and there was gradually a sound of movement in the corridors and stairs.

　Jiang Wang buried his head deeper and slept until nine o'clock regardless.

　Ji Linqiu and his sister finished pasting the Spring Festival couplets with the words "Fu" together, then went upstairs to wake him up, knocked on the door and came in to see a ball of quilt.

　He laughed dumbly and sat on the edge of the bed, tapping someone who looked like a rice cake with his knuckles.

　"Get up, it's Chinese New Year today."

　The rice cake ball twisted a little.

　"It's still early, let me sleep a little longer."

　Before he finished speaking, three or four strings of red hanging whips roared simultaneously in the side yard opposite the door, as if they were about to explode into the sky.