Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife

Cousins ​​do not interact frequently, and their affection is naturally weak, so weak that it is almost nonexistent.

Feng Qingxue was grateful to the three uncles and aunts for their kindness to her sisters. Over the years, they had given them a lot of things in private under the guise of Lu Jiang's comrade-in-arms, and they got along quite happily.

Accepting and repaying kindness lies with the elders and has nothing to do with the next generation.

Feng Qingxue can clearly distinguish who she should thank the most. She will only repay the benefactor herself. Just because her elders are kind to her, she must care for her peers. If her peers have frequent contacts and have good character, then it is another matter. .

Among peers, the one with the best relationship is still Wang Jiao, and the closest among the cousins ​​is Wang Dachun, the eldest son of Wang Zhengguo.

It's not that Feng Qingxue is estranged from her other two uncles, aunts, and their children, but that she doesn't have much contact with them. Although the two uncles and aunts are nice, their son and daughter-in-law are not so happy. They always argue with the two over trivial matters. The uncle and aunt were quarreling, so there was nothing important. Feng Qingxue did not interact with them. The people who often caused trouble were Wang Zhengguo and his wife and Wang Dachun brothers.

The cousins ​​of the second uncle and the third uncle's family are like this, let alone Chen Cancan, who is already married?

If they encounter a temporary difficulty, then Feng Qingxue will definitely lend a hand for the sake of their elders and will never stand by coldly, but isn't that the point now?

There were too many cousins, and she was too lazy to interact with them one by one and insisted on showing the deep affection between cousins ​​and brothers.

Father Lu and Wang Zhengguo were more attentive and should have noticed this situation long ago. Others probably didn't notice it.

Hearing Wang Fengqiao mention Chen Cancan's son, she smiled slightly and did not comment on Zhao Dabao. Instead, she followed her topic and said: "That was when my aunt had never seen Xibaopi. He was so ugly that I wanted to see him." Press him on the kang and give him a spanking."

Xibao suddenly shouted: "Huahua!"

Wang Fengqiao and Feng Qingxue turned to look at him at the same time, thinking that the voice had woken him up.

As a result, the mother-in-law only saw Xibao turning over, lying on his stomach with his buttocks raised, and continued to sleep soundly.

"It turned out to be a dream talk." Wang Fengqiao said with a smile, "Maybe he thought of Zhonghua and called his name in the dream. Speaking of which, we left in a hurry and didn't even have time to let him say goodbye to Zhonghua."

"It would be better if we don't say goodbye. If we say goodbye, we are afraid that the two of them will hold hands and look at each other with tears in their eyes, and no one will be able to leave the other."

Wang Fengqiao thought about it and felt it made sense.

Feng Qingxue had just turned Xibao over to lie down and covered her with a quilt when she heard a radio sound coming from outside. It seemed that a passenger was sick and was looking for a doctor to show up to help. She told Wang Fengqiao to take good care of the child and grabbed the first aid kit. Out of the box.

Gu Hong, the conductor who brought them hot water and took great care of them, also hurried over. Seeing her was like seeing a Bodhisattva. He grabbed her and said, "Comrade, you are dressed as a medical soldier, wearing a red cross armband and First aid kit, please come with me quickly, a passenger has passed out and we are all in a panic."

"Take me there quickly!"

This passenger was in the sleeper compartment and arrived quickly.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, the doctor is here!" Gu Hong's voice passed over, and the people surrounding the patient suddenly dispersed, making way for Feng Qingxue to have direct contact with the patient.

The patient is an old man, at least sixty or seventy years old, with gray hair, wrinkles on his face, and weak breathing.

. . . There is a visitor at home