What bad intentions does the old mother have? I just wanted to add this pretty and outrageous little girl to the family photo.
During the New Year and the holidays, when those Aunt Li, Aunt Wang, Aunt Liu, Sanjie, etc. came to visit again, she would directly place the newly-taken family portrait on the coffee table in the living room, and win half of it without saying anything.
“Nan Shu, after dinner, I’ll go for a walk with my aunt.”
“Okay.” Feng Nanshu nodded obediently.
Half an hour later, dinner was over. Yuan Youqin put the dishes in the sink and greeted the whole family to go downstairs.
The weather in Jeju is cooler than that in Linchuan City, especially in the evening. Even in midsummer, there will be a slight breeze.
The sky had just darkened at this time, and the orange color of the setting sun still remained on the horizon, which looked magnificent and dreamy.
Because it is a resettlement community, most of the elderly in Hongrong Home still maintain the living habits of living in the countryside. After dinner, they will take a mat and a cattail leaf fan to get together downstairs. Some people play chess and some play mahjong. There are also chatting about the shortcomings of the east and west.
Jiang Zhenghong and Yuan Youqin walked in front, while Jiang Qin walked behind with Feng Nanshu. The appearance of a family of four instantly attracted the collective attention of the “Hongrong Home Information Center” in front of them.
“Hello, Fourth Aunt, I’m Nan Shu.”
“Hello, Grandma Wu, I’m Nan Shu.”
“Hello third grandpa, cousin, cousin, Benben, good evening, I am Nan Shu.”
“Hello Uncle Six, hello Aunt Six, I’m Nan Shu.”
The little rich woman was as pure and beautiful as an elf in the night. She was calling people everywhere with a cute and quiet look on her face. Jiang Qin was dumbfounded and dumbfounded.
The residents living in the resettlement community all lived in the same village. They may have different surnames, but most of them are related by relatives.
A junior like Jiang Qin has to greet you several times when he goes out. If you don’t say anything, people will say that the boy from Jiang Zhenghong’s family is uneducated.
But because of the complicated relationship, Jiang Qin couldn’t tell who to call whom.
When you see an old man, you think you should call him grandpa, but upon closer inspection you find out that he is of a younger generation, so you can just call him brother.
To be honest, Jiang Qin wanted to cover his face every time he went downstairs, saying that he loved someone, but I couldn’t remember any of them anyway, so you could just treat me as a thief.
But he didn’t expect Feng Nanshu to be so handy. Every time, he walked by obediently, calling this and that in a soft voice. Every name he called was accurate. He even knew the person’s seniority and last name. Chu, in exchange for countless smiles.
Jiang Qin was in a daze, wondering, am I the one from outside? Am I a stranger in this neighborhood?
“Little rich woman, have you secretly memorized our family’s genealogy?”
Feng Nan Shuqing shook her head coldly: “I haven’t memorized it, but every day after dinner, my aunt will take me out for a walk and teach me how to call me, but some of them will remember my name incorrectly.”
Jiang Qin’s breath was stagnant, and he thought to himself: How many holes did my mother dig and how many nets did she lay while I was away?