Reborn as a rough guy in the 1970s, Jiaojiao is blessed with good fortune

When Xiuxiu slowly regained consciousness, a mourning hall had been set up at home, and her sister was lying in a high coffin. She remembered that she was holding her sister tightly, but they still put her sister into the cold coffin.

People in the village came in and out to express their condolences. In the first two years when Sister Qinghua became the factory director, she took good care of her aunts and sisters within a few miles, and there was an endless stream of people paying their condolences.

Xiuxiu knew that her sister would be very happy to see so many people still thinking about her.

She didn't dare to read her sister's last letter, as if she still had some kind of connection with Sister Huahua even if she didn't open the letter.

On the day Qinghua passed away, it snowed all day and all night. In the ice and snow, the mourning hall was full for seven days. On the first seven days of the funeral, it was Zhang Jiancheng and Zhao Xiaosheng who personally carried the coffin to see Qinghua off.

Xiuxiu stayed on the bed where Qinghua died, constantly thinking about the past ten years of being dependent on Sister Huahua in her mind.

She helped her sister get divorced, helped her make clothes, raised Dandan together, went to the city to find sales, set up a factory in the village, and watched her sister and brother Xiaosheng get married and have children.

She thought that her sister had been busy, hardworking, busy and happy, but she didn't expect that her sister had suffered from heart ailments over time and worked silently for more than ten years. In the end, she felt that her health was not good, and she still had to use her last remaining energy. Help her keep a child.

Xiuxiu remembered what her sister once said, "As a woman, I can only do this much." Now she thought about it, and she was a jerk. She was shocked at the time, but she didn't realize that her sister was mentally ill.

Xiuxiu remained silent and mournful for the whole day, not moving or calling anyone. Finally, Feng Yingying came in and called "Sister" to wake her up.

Feng Yingying stood in front of her, thin and tall, and shouted: "Sister! I'm back!"

Xiuxiu's eyes were blurry, and she felt a little unfamiliar with the long-haired girl in front of her.

"I'm Yingying! Don't you recognize me?" Feng Yingying squatted in front of her and took her hand.

"Yingying?" Xiuxiu slowly woke up and touched her sister's face: "Are you back?"

Feng Yingying's eyes were red and she nodded.

The past suddenly became clear like a spring. At that time, Feng Yingying was still a little girl, and she and Sister Qinghua were still very young.

Now Feng Yingying has grown into a twenty-four-year-old girl. She has been away from home for ten years and has never come back once. Now that Sister Qinghua is gone, she is back.

Xiuxiu felt like the world was spinning. She pulled Feng Yingying up, shook her hard, and started crying: "You still know how to come back? Why did you come back! Why didn't you come back for so many years? It would be great if you came back earlier! It would be great if you came back sooner. !”

Feng Yingying let her sister shake her. When her sister could no longer cry, she hugged her and said, "I'm sorry, sister! It's my fault! It's all my fault!"

Xiuxiu screamed in Feng Yingying's arms: "Sister Huahua is gone! No more! She was dragged to death by me! She was dragged to death by me!"

"No! Sister! Don't think so! Sister Huahua loves you the most! She will love you until her death!" Feng Yingying hugged her sister and kept comforting her, then took out a letter and handed it to Xiuxiu:

"Huahua left me a letter. She asked me to take care of you, and let me tell you that she left very easily, but she can't worry about you. She can only be relieved if you live a good life without crying or making trouble!"

Xiuxiu clutched the letter, tears falling on the paper: "You didn't even see Sister Huahua for the last time... Why did you come back now..."

"I saw you. I came back the day you had a mental breakdown!" Feng Yingying wiped her sister's tears and explained:

"I saw Sister Huahua for the last time. I have to take care of little Hua'er in the hospital. Little Hua'er's condition is not very good and she was transferred to the city hospital. I have to take care of little Hua'er in the city hospital..."

Feng Yingying still remembers receiving a call from Feng Laogen ten days ago. Her father said on the phone that the family was in troubled times. If she didn't come back to help this time, she would never come back again, and she wouldn't need to use the surname Feng again.

Only then did Feng Yingying know that something big had happened at home. Sister Qinghua's life was in danger, Brother Jiancheng's company was under investigation, and there was a newborn baby waiting to be fed. She almost immediately started on her way home without even thinking.

Listening to her explanation, Xiuxiu suddenly felt dazed: "Little Hua'er? Who is it?" she asked.

"Is this the child that Sister Huahua left for you?"

"Little flower?"

"Yes! It's a girl. I called her that. She doesn't have a name yet. My brother-in-law said I have to wait for you to come up with a name. You can come up with the best name!"

Xiuxiu's hands were trembling, and she murmured: "Is it a girl?"

"Yeah! She's a little flower. She's so beautiful. She's as beautiful as Sister Huahua!"

"Is she alive?"

"You're alive and well! Erya is taking care of you over there now. I'm here to pick you up. Let's go to the city hospital to pick up Xiao Hua'er and take her home, okay?"

Under Feng Yingying's persuasion, Xiuxiu regained her energy. Sister Huahua is no longer there. She has now become everyone's only sister. She cannot let herself fall.

Zhang Jiancheng gave Xiuxiu some sleeping pills at the hospital and let her sleep peacefully for two days. After she regained her energy, she went straight to the city hospital.

Xiu Xiu met Xiao Hua'er for the first time in the city hospital. The baby girl was smacking her mouth in Erya's arms. When Xiu Xiu touched her little face with her fingers, the baby girl turned her head and raised her lips.

Erya said with tears in her eyes: "Sister! Look at Xiao Hua'er smiling at you, she knows you are her mother!"

After hearing this, Xiuxiu suddenly felt guilty, sad and resistant. She shed tears, took two steps back and said, "I don't want to be her mother..."

Feng Yingying took the baby, put it in her arms, and said to the baby, "Little Hua'er, this is your mother!"

The child actually laughed again!

Xiuxiu hugged the child and felt weak all over!

Feng Yingying asked: "Sister! Have you decided on a name?"

Xiuxiu was stunned for a moment. She subconsciously raised her head and looked at Zhang Jiancheng who was standing next to her. Zhang Jiancheng nodded to her: "Get up! Get up as you like! Call whatever you want!"

At the right time, the sunshine outside was bright and dazzling, shining on Zhang Jiancheng's dignified face. Xiuxiu looked out the window along the sunshine. The cloudy day had passed and the sun was clearing.

Hope penetrated people's hearts through light, and also penetrated into Xiuxiu's thoughts. She murmured: "Her name is Qingqing! Qingqing on sunny days! Changqing, she should be sunny, painless and disaster-free throughout her life!"

……

The Spring Festival of 1991 was extremely sad and difficult for the Feng family.

After all the funeral arrangements were settled, Zhao Xiaosheng fell seriously ill and was bedridden.

Zhang Jiancheng's company has been watched closely by Cheng Guoqiang, hovering on the verge of being detected and having problems, and is always being summoned.

Feng Dachuan rushed around all day taking care of the company's affairs and had no time to take care of his family.

Xiuxiu takes care of Zhao Xiaosheng and Qingqing while taking care of the three boys at home.

After Qingqing was full moon, Feng Yingying left. She said she would go back to Shenzhen City to settle her affairs and come back to help Xiuxiu get through the difficulties during this period, but she went back to Shenzhen City and never came back.

Chang'an was thirteen years old, Zhao Weiping was nine, and Zhao Weiyang was six. They happened to be on winter vacation. Sometimes they suddenly thought of Zhang Qinghua, and the whole family burst into tears.

Despite being so busy, Xiuxiu quickly got rid of her sadness and suddenly became extremely strong, managing family affairs neatly.

But she couldn't blame the children. The pain of sudden emotional rupture could not be forcibly suppressed, but could only be released.

As an elder, Feng Laogen quickly accepted birth, old age, illness and death, and he was already an old man who looked at life comprehensively.

As soon as the three boys started to feel sad, Feng Laogen would put his tobacco bag on his back and take the boys to dig the soil in the fields. He would always say in a sonorous and unquestionable tone:

"This man came from the soil and returned to the soil. If a living person misses his old friend, he will come and dig up the soil to ensure a good harvest next year. In the beginning of spring, those green buds that emerge from the soil are all Thoughts sent by an old friend."

The children didn't believe it, but they read it very seriously.

It was the middle of winter, and there was still lingering snow. The soil was so hard that it was impossible to plow it, but the children still managed to plow it for a long time.

Only in this way can all the strength of the boys be released, and they will not be unable to fall asleep due to longing at night.