It’s a Stepmother, Not a Sister [70s]

Chapter 22: Sweet Fragrance

Qi Heng stood at the door of the room, holding the hat in his hand, frowned slightly, raised his elbow, and sniffed at the cuff.

A faint scent lingers on the tip of the nose.

This dress…?

The strange thing is that when he smelled it carefully, it seemed to disappear, and when his brows loosened slightly, the sweet aroma that could not stop it came over again.

Never the smell of laundry soap.

Qi Heng’s eyes narrowed, and after scanning the door of the next room, he turned his head to another room. He raised his hand and pressed it on the neckline, and the aroma became stronger.

The smell is unbearable, he plans to go back and change a dress.

He was just about to push the door in, when the door of the next room opened, and a hairy head came out.

It’s Jiang Shuangling.

It was different from what he had imagined, there was no long black braid, and a long soft hair fell behind his head, but he just picked up a strand of hair at his temples and tied it behind his back.

Jiang Shuangling watched with a “thief’s eyes” and found that the situation was right. She looked at the person in front of her, and the corner of her mouth raised slightly, pretending to casually ask: “Why haven’t you gone out today?”

The man glanced at her lightly, then looked at the door in front of him, and said coldly, “I’m going to change my clothes.”

Hearing what he said, Jiang Shuangling immediately dodged out the door like a nimble rabbit, she moved closer to Qi Heng, in order to achieve her goal, she dared to push him shoulders trying to make him turn.

But the other party was like a rock, unable to move at all.

“The horn has already sounded, it will be too late if you don’t leave.”

“Not too late.”

It’s never too late.

“What is there to change the clothes, is this one bad?”

Jiang Shuangling, who didn’t want to work in vain, had to grab the other person’s wrist and drag him out begging for nothing, “Let’s go, anyway, you have to change your clothes after a day… Dress it up.”

“You—”

“What are you, didn’t you say you wouldn’t hit women, oh no, didn’t you say you wouldn’t hit me?”

Jiang Shuangling looked at the other party’s extremely stern expression, and she was not afraid at all—it’s not at all, it was probably the courage she borrowed from Teacher Yao, Sister-in-law Song, and Wang Xueshu.

“Get out.”

Under the blessing of wonderful fighting power, Jiang Shuangling pushed him out for the sake of a free vegetable garden in the future.

Jiang Shuangling supervised all the way, pushed him out of the courtyard door, closed the courtyard door quietly, waved her hand, and watched him leave with a smile.

She stood at the gate of the courtyard, like a gatekeeper. After she could no longer see Qi Heng, she completely relaxed and clapped the unnecessary dust on her hands happily.

—This is the retribution for pulling my young shoots.

It’s a wonderful collision between a tough guy and a girl.

A person who engages in art should have a creative heart that is not limited to the secular.

“There is no discord.”

Thinking about it carefully, Qi Heng’s handsome appearance and sweet fragrance are not too inconsistent.

If you replace the head next door, he will be the ultimate car accident scene.

Despite this, Jiang Shuangling covered her mouth and ran back to the room, laughing for a long time.

It was so much fun.

The ordinary life should be fun.

Master Zhou stood in the corner of the second floor of his house, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of this scene in the Qi’s courtyard. He watched in disbelief as the girl from the Jiang family took Qi Heng to… Boom (?) out of the courtyard .

It’s so early in the morning, shouldn’t I be dazzled?

He couldn’t help rubbing his eyes, and stayed on the second floor for a long time, until Yao Pinglang called him a few times before he recovered.

Yao Pinglang: “What are you looking at? Early in the morning, in a daze?”

Zhou Xianyong: “…”

“Why don’t you talk? Didn’t you say you were going out in a hurry? Why are you still so motionless now?”

Zhou Xianyong glanced at his wife and suddenly said suspiciously, “I think that girl from the Jiang family may be different from what you thought.”

Yao Pinglang laughed at him: “Do you know what your expression looks like now? It’s like seeing the sun come out from the west.”

“What’s wrong with the girl from the Jiang family, I don’t think she’s doing well.”

Zhou Xianyong: “This girl may be more fierce than the Lin family girl.”

Yao Pinglang snorted, “You’re presbyopia.”

Zhou Xianyong: “…I think it’s probably my presbyopia.”

After deputy battalion Chang Jiang Jian took three deep breaths, a big man took small steps to the opposite of Qi Heng, “battalion commander, what’s the matter with you today?”

As soon as the other party came today, he had a cold face and put on a posture that no one would enter. When the timid recruits saw it, he was about to have nightmares at night.

They basically don’t need to speak to the other party, they have already thought to themselves whether they have done something wrong.

Is this the prelude to the storm, or the beginning of devil training?

When Jiang Jian approached, Qi Heng frowned and stepped back, but Jiang Jian unexpectedly smelled a subtle sweet fragrance.

It’s the smell of a woman.

Wow, this is too sweet!

Jiang Jian’s chin was about to fall to the ground, and he said incredulously: “battalion commander, did you quarrel with your new sister-in-law?”

“Women, you need to coax more.”

Qi Heng glanced at him, “You, add training.”

Jiang Jiang: “…” So why should I come to this muddy water?

“Help me find a clean uniform to send.”

After he finished saying these words, his frowning brows did not loosen, he raised his hand and touched his shoulders, and then said: “Forget it, don’t look for it.”

“Is that more training?”

“…I was wrong.”

After eating breakfast with the children, Sister Song came to find her to pick bamboo shoots on the mountain. Jiang Shuangling readily agreed and asked the two children whether they would stay in the yard by themselves or play with the children of the Song family.

Two children said they would listen to the radio at home.

Jiang Shuangling brought the back basket sponsored by Sister Song, and followed Sister Song and two other military sisters to the nearby mountains to pick bamboo shoots.

Sister Song’s family is not easy. Although her husband’s salary is good, their hometown is heavy, and they have to send money back every month. In addition, they have to raise five children. How bitter, but life is relatively tight.

However, Sister-in-law Song is also good at running a business.

There are many natural bamboo shoots on the mountain at the moment, and the taste is good, so she thought about pinching a little more, so that she can add a meal to the children, and she can also make dried bamboo shoots for preservation.

Before crossing, Jiang Shuangling had no experience in finding bamboo shoots on the mountain, but Jiang Shuangling in the 1970s had. After the experience, it really is a big piece.

The crispy and tender bamboo shoots can be broken with bare hands without any effort.

Jiang Shuangling happily followed Sister-in-law Song to pick bamboo shoots.

“Choose the tender ones, they won’t taste good when they get old.”

“I see, Mrs. Song, look here, there are more here.”

“It’s all over the place, and there’s no end to it. When it rains, it’s bound to come out one after another.”

Jiang Shuangling picked most of the bamboo shoots in the basket and stood beside the basket to drink water to rest. Sister-in-law Song looked at her and smiled, “You look better when your eyes are still not red.”

“Like a bunny before.”

Jiang Shuangling: “…”

The culprit of my red eyes is you, sister-in-law.

Qi Heng is an unlucky bearer.

“Cry less in the future, I may indeed feel homesick when I come here. When I first got married, I felt uncomfortable…”

Sister Song also came to her side to rest for a while, “By the way, I just remembered one thing, didn’t you graduate from high school, you are going to recruit a primary school Chinese teacher from the military recently. You can go for it.”

“You graduated from high school, so you have an advantage.”

The houses are all newly built in the past few years.”

“The two children of your family are also suitable for elementary school. It is suitable for you to be a teacher, and it is convenient to take care of the children.”

“Huh?” Jiang Shuangling was stunned, asked her to try to become a primary school Chinese teacher?

“What are you? It’s not good to be a teacher? If I were as literate as you, I would also like to be a teacher.”

Jiang Shuangling smiled shyly, “It’s fine to be a teacher, it’s still a language teacher, I’m afraid I’ll mislead my children.”

She doesn’t want to be a primary school teacher, especially a primary school Chinese teacher. Although her two little guys are very cute, there are not many obedient and sensible children like Jiang Che, although Qi Yue is arrogant But he is also very good at coaxing, not crying, two children who don’t like to cry are serious.

Taking care of two children is hard work, and teaching a bunch of little devils is even more troublesome.

Besides, even if Jiang Shuangling really wants to be a teacher, she should also be an art teacher.

Teaching a few art classes a week is about the same.

However, no one will ask her to be an art teacher now.

“You really don’t want to?”

“I’ll think about it.” Jiang Shuangling smiled vaguely.

She doesn’t plan to be a Chinese teacher in this primary school, but Sister Song’s words also reminded her that there is no age limit for children in this era, and they can send their children to lower grade classes to follow Study and see if you can keep up.

The two children went to school, and Jiang Shuangling just had more time to spare and could practice painting in the homestay.

At this moment, she is grateful for the particularity of the homestay that can be reset, at least there is no shortage of painting tools.

The people who study art or musical instruments are very able to endure lonely and boring life. practise.

After graduating, her works have a strong commercial color, and she rarely completes a work at will.

Now it is also a chance to take a break and draw something you like without any purpose.

Jiang Shuangling and Sister Song pinched a large basket full of bamboo shoots. Jiang Shuangling only had one big basket, while Sister Song had more and tied two more bundles.

Jiang Shuangling didn’t dare to pick more, she was full of baskets, even the bamboo shoots were very heavy, she didn’t get tired when she walked back.

She suddenly thought of Qi Heng who was carrying luggage with one hand, and she was envy and jealous again.

“I have to peel off all the bamboo shoots when I go back.”