Chapter 189 (1/2)

I'm very happy about new year's Eve, regardless of my aunt on Tuesday.

This year's new year's Eve got a pair of socks, the mood also did not fly up, but he thought for a long time, but his mother has not been willing to do it.

I didn't expect to have it done earlier, just for him to keep it.

Lin Qinghe also took the opportunity to teach this little boy a lesson. He told him to know that things are not just noisy. They will come naturally sometime.

On the second day of the first year, when Aunt Zhou came back, the third year family went out.

This year, big boy is a little fast, so Lin Qinghe goes to the old Lin's house to borrow another one. Zhou Qingbai takes big boy and two dolls, and Lin Qinghe takes three dolls.

Two bicycles from one family came to the city to play.

For her family to play in the city every new year, the villagers used to shake their heads and say that Lin Qinghe would not live.

But after upgrading from Lin Qinghe to Mr. Lin, that's another story.

The man envies Zhou Qingbai, and the children envies the big boys.

This life is called life, this day is called day!

After a day's play, I took the photos I needed to take, the restaurants I needed to go to, the movies I saw, and then I went back home.

”Mom, what about the previous photos? You get it for me. I want to see it. ” When they got home, they said.

The boy will be eight years old.

Lin Qinghe still remembers when she first came, at that time, the second child was only three years old, just a little older.

Not to mention him, even the big one is the same, much smaller than the three now.

Although Sanwa is only six years old, she is a little taller than his elder brother before.

Who told her that when she came, Sanwa was still young, and her nutrition could keep up with her, so she naturally pulled out her head quickly.

Now, of course, she is not short at all.

Go and get them the old photos, and the brothers will start to see them together.

”I used to look like this.” The youngest picture of Sanwa was when she was two years old. It was Lin Qinghe's first year here, and she also went to the city to spend time. Naturally, she took photos.

Although it's not the first time to see the previous photos, the brothers are still surrounded by a strange look. I have to say it once. Did I look like this before.

When Zhou Xiaomei and Stalin came over, they all looked at the pictures together.

Zhou Xiaomei, in particular, is really convinced. She has to take photos once a year. It's a luxury.

It's not cheap to take photos at this time. There are so many photos at a time. It'll cost dozens of yuan at least.

It's almost a month's salary for Stalin.

Lin Qinghe, who is not convinced, doesn't care. But it's only once a year. It's only tens of yuan. Why doesn't she spend it?

Life is not all about firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea, sometimes it needs some sense of ceremony to increase the happiness of the family.

In a blink of an eye, the Spring Festival of the year 74 is over.

After winter wheat and before spring ploughing, this is the most leisure time of the year for farmers. Many people choose a good day to get married.

On the 15th day of the first month, Lin Qinghe cooked a pot of dumplings for breakfast.

Zhimahua raw dumplings are satisfied with the big boys. Lin Qinghe is also in a hurry. She can't help it. She can't read books all day long. She can't make some delicious food. She has the right to mediate.

On the sixteenth day, Zhou Xi came.