Hey hey, I heard the chronic aunt behind me shouted sharply, who is next to you?
Almost forgot, this time I accompanied not only the child's father but also my mother-in-law to my mother's home. Because it is a long-distance marriage, this is also the first time my mother-in-law came to my house.
Mother-in-law. I rushed to introduce each other, aunt.
Your mother-in-law? Aunt tone obviously increased, then praised: your mother-in-law is so young and beautiful ah.
Mother-in-law heard, the face of the smile lines rippled, not young, are more than sixty.
Sixty? Aunt half-convinced, looking up and down the mother-in-law as if looking in a Western mirror, mouth recited, less than fifty, right?
I looked toward my mother-in-law, brown slightly curly short hair, a long crimson suit lined with a white turtleneck sweater, black wide-legged pants, a slightly chubby body, and usually at home no different. Her face was still a little tired from the long car ride.
I was in a hurry to get home, while walking back to my aunt, than you older than a dozen years.
I arrived home just after drinking my mom poured us boiled water, not yet pleasantries, the door one after another people greeted.
You're back? I heard that your mother-in-law is also here?
The great thing about being in the countryside is that whichever family has a guest, word spreads through the village in seconds, at typhoon-like speed.
I'm sure they're not here to see me, they're here to see my mother-in-law.
Sure enough, they all asked me the same question: Is your mother-in-law really over 60?
How can you misrepresent your age? I repeated the affirmation over and over again. I wonder if they would still ask me that if I told them that my mother-in-law's hair was dyed brown just because it was white.
Your mother-in-law is so young, you can't tell she's in her sixties.
Forty-something is more like it.
You didn't say anything, you thought it was your sister.
......
They talked about it all, coming to much the same conclusion.
I am only sixty this year, a few years younger than your mother-in-law, look at me, Auntie Flora broke me, sighing, looks more than a few years older than your mother-in-law.
I compared my mother-in-law with Auntie Flora, and at a single glance, I could tell the difference.
Aunt Flora's standard melon face with a thin figure is vaguely recognizable as a handsome young man, but the old, cross-breathing green autumn clothes seem to have not been washed for many years, as in the mother-in-law's red and white configuration of some of the eclipsed.
The main thing is that Auntie Hua is always sighing and sad, and the whole person seems to have a heavy heart.
As for my mother-in-law, every crow's feet at the corners of her eyes blossomed into a spring breeze.
It turns out that the young face can only be stored in the album of the years, or the temperament from the inside out is more and more new. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the color of your skin and the color of your skin.
The so-called "white hair wearing flowers, you do not laugh, the years from the undefeated beauty" is so.
I think Auntie Flora knows, but she may not be able to do it.
2
Alas, the life of the laborer, there is no way. Auntie Flora sighed with envy and self-hatred.
Who in the world is not a laborer?
My father-in-law died of a heart attack years ago. My mother-in-law is a rural woman, in order to pay off the tens of thousands of debts owed by my father-in-law's medical treatment, and to raise her underage siblings, she has sold insurance, worked as a cleaner, nanny, waitress, and hawker ...... life is a mess.
Even so, the mother-in-law will pick up their own clean, the younger sister to dress up beautifully to go to school, never because of the difficulties of the family and lazy daily chores.
Even now that times are better, Granny is just as busy. Going up and down the mountain, running the household, looking after the grandchildren ...... at home and outside the home are a handful. As the standard of living has risen, the quality of life has also risen, mother-in-law is more clean and beautiful than before.
In her words: the good life is their own busy out, of course, can not lose their own.
As I recall, Auntie Flora was a flower in the village when she was young, and her dress was one of the most colorful, standing out from the crowd.
Now that the living conditions are better, why has she lost her style?
Auntie Flora, I still like the way you looked back then, it's not about being young and beautiful.
When I was old, I had a lot of bad things to worry about, and I didn't have the heart for it. Auntie Flora still sighs.
What's the point of thinking so much? The mother-in-law comforted Auntie Hua, old, do not meddle in the matter, do not worry about, have time to go to the square dance, sweat and detoxification, prolong life ah.
3
An old woman in the countryside wearing such a little bit of a little ...... I heard the crowd of anachronistic voices muttering.
What should an old rural lady wear at sixty? Shouldn't wear decent? Don't deserve to dress well? Who said that? Don't you think that good-looking things are pleasing to the eye in any place at any time?
Love of beauty is in everyone, regardless of age, gender or urban or rural areas, okay? With such a low voice, she must have felt that she had no courage to say this, right?
Flowers want to be clothed and clouds want to look good.
When a person who is neatly and generously dressed and a person who is unkempt stand together, who do you like to see? You can't be sure that you'll be able to get a good look at them.
It is envy and jealousy.
My mom was worried that some of her words would be hurtful, so she made up an excuse to thank her husband.
Mother-in-law laughed and stopped.
She said, "I don't dress well for others to see.
Yes, living in the eyes of others will never make you who you are. After all, there are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people.
Mother-in-law, may the rest of your life, as always, love beautiful love life.