When the pears are green

Chapter 244 Lost Friendship

After the snow melted, the temperature gradually warmed up.

Song Li held Jiang Huan in her arms and sat on a rattan chair, discussing with Jiang Qingzhou which relatives and friends to invite to Jiang Huan's hundred-day banquet.

In fact, the two had already drawn up a list after returning from the Song family, but they were troubled about whether to invite Master Li and Li Yi, the grandparents and grandchildren.

The relationship between the Jiang family and Master Li's grandchildren is not stable. Last year, when Li Yi and Master Li lived in the Jiang family, Song Li had thought that it would be nice to wait until Jiang Qingye and Li Yi were old enough to get married.

But since the end of spring this year, Jiang Qingye gradually stopped mentioning Li Yi in front of Song Li, and Song Li could no longer remember when was the last time Jiang Qingye mentioned Li Yi.

Song Li couldn't help but shake her head and sigh, lamenting that the childhood sweetheart she once had high hopes for had become a stranger in just half a year.

Jiang Qingzhou asked the distracted Song Li: "Xiao Li, why are you shaking your head and sighing all of a sudden? Are Master Li and the others inviting us or not?"

"Well, after Huan'er was born, Master Li came to see Huan'er. He must have been invited. As for Li Yi, it's enough to just mention him in passing. It doesn't matter whether he comes or not." After Song Li finished speaking, she used her palm to block the sunlight shining on Jiang Huan's eyes.

Jiang Huan opened his squinting eyes and stretched out his little hand to poke Song Li's palm.

Song Li laughed tremblingly, and hurriedly handed the naughty Jiang Huan to Jiang Qingzhou. She stood up and went back to the east room to get out the sewing basket and continued to alter clothes for Jiang Qingye and Song Xing.

The weather was clear and windless. In order not to disturb Song Li, Jiang Qingzhou carried Jiang Huan out of the yard.

Twelve-year-old boys grow very fast, and even a loose piece of clothing will become too small after two or three months.

Song Li deftly opened up her trouser legs, took out the prepared cotton and spread it out evenly, then cut a piece of cloth of the same color and sewed it on with fine stitches.

After only altering two pairs of cotton trousers, Jiang Qingzhou hurriedly returned home carrying the crying Jiang Huan.

Song Li hurriedly dropped the cotton coat she had just received, reached out to hug Jiang Huan and asked, "What's wrong? Are you hungry?"

"That's right. He was fine just now, but suddenly started crying. I touched his diaper, and it wasn't wet." Jiang Qingzhou reached out to wipe the tears from Jiang Huan's face. Jiang Huan sucked his little mouth and burrowed into Song Li's arms.

Song Li walked towards the east room while comforting Jiang Huan. Jiang Qingzhou picked up the cotton coat thrown on the rattan chair, picked up the sewing basket on the stool beside him, and followed him into the room.

Jiang Huan fell asleep after feeding, and Song Li had time to alter the other two cotton coats.

Jiang Qingye and Song Xing returned home after school. Song Li handed the altered clothes to them and asked them to go back to their rooms to try them on.

Jiang Qingye's cotton-padded coat sleeves are a bit short, while Song Xing's cotton-padded coat sleeves are a bit long.

Song Li scratched her head embarrassedly, and said somewhat awkwardly that she might have made a mistake in putting the two people's clothes together, and she would make some modifications tomorrow.

"Sister, you don't need to alter mine anymore. It's warmer when it's longer." Song Xing said as he rolled up the extra sleeves.

Jiang Qingye pulled hard at his sleeves, which were two fingers shorter, but still failed to cover his wrists.

Seeing this, Song Li hurriedly stopped Jiang Qingye: "Qingye, go change your cotton-padded clothes quickly, I will change it for you tomorrow. Later, you and Xiaoxing go to the kitchen to help me cook."

Jiang Qingye nodded, quickly went back to the west room to change clothes, and then went to the kitchen to help cook.

Song Li arranged for Jiang Qingye to cut cabbage, and then mentioned to Song Xing and Jiang Qingye about inviting Master Li and Li Yi to come home in a few days to attend Jiang Huan's hundred-day banquet.

Jiang Qingye remained silent. Song Xing quietly walked over to Song Li, who was putting steamed buns into the pot, and whispered, "Sister, Qingye and Li Yi are having a conflict. They haven't spoken to each other for a long time, and they acted like strangers when they met."

Song Li turned her head and glanced at Jiang Qingye who was chopping cabbage, and thought that she could no longer eat the pork stewed with cabbage, so she could only make stir-fried cabbage and stir-fried shredded pork separately.

Song Xing's voice is similar to Song Changhe's. Even though he intentionally lowered his voice, it still reached Jiang Qingye's ears.

Jiang Qingye turned his head to look at Song Xing, who covered his mouth and continued to light the fire.

"It's not that he and I have a conflict, it's that he doesn't get along with me anymore." Jiang Qingye frowned, sniffed and shouted at Song Xing.

Song Xing used a fire poker to pound the stove and responded to Jiang Qingye: "Yes, yes, yes."

Song Li covered the pot, walked to the wooden table and sat down. Looking at the broken cabbage on the chopping board, she asked, "Qingye, why don't you make up with me? I haven't heard you mention Li Yi for a long time. You used to nag me about her every day when you came home."

Jiang Qingye cut the other half of the cabbage and replied, "Sister-in-law, ever since Zhang Feng entered the lecture hall to study, Li Yi has gradually stopped talking to me. Not only did he not talk to me, he also gave the picture book I gave him to Zhang Feng. I went to reason with him, but he said I was stingy. I used to think he was cute, but now I think he is very stingy."

After listening to the whole story, Song Li smiled and asked Jiang Qingye: "Qingye, when you were close to Li Yi before, would you want to tell her about the books you read and the scenery you saw, and would you be willing to share everything with her?"

Jiang Qingye put down the kitchen knife and thought for a while, then shook his head and replied to Song Li: "Sister-in-law, he and I usually only share the contents of the comic books."

"Oh, so that's it! After cutting the cabbage, cut the pork in the bowl. I'll make fried cabbage and pork stewed with cabbage for you later. I'll go see Huan'er to see if he's done anything naughty." Song Li said as she stood up and walked out of the kitchen.

Song Li did not intend to mediate the conflict between Jiang Qingye and Li Yi, and felt that it was more appropriate to let it take its course. Moreover, Jiang Qingye had always treated Li Yi as a boy, and the friendship between the two should be pure.

This is the narrow-mindedness of many adults, who always try to interpret the friendship between children as love.

When Song Li arrived at the east room, Jiang Huan was lying on Jiang Qingzhou's shoulder and playing with Jiang Qingzhou's hair. The hair that was originally combed meticulously was now as messy as withered weeds in winter.

"Xiao Li, stop laughing and come save me." Jiang Qingzhou handed Jiang Huan to Song Li with a wry smile. Jiang Huan was still holding a strand of Jiang Qingzhou's hair in his hand.

Song Li pried Jiang Huan's little hands open, and Jiang Qingzhou was able to rescue the hair from Jiang Huan's hands.

Song Li put Jiang Huan on the bed, and while carefully checking whether there was any hair in Jiang Huan's mouth and on his fingers, she told Jiang Qingzhou, who was combing his hair, about what happened between Jiang Qingye and Li Yi.

Jiang Qingzhou tapped Song's head gently with a wooden comb, then smiled and told Song Li: "Xiao Li, you are really good at thinking nonsense. Qingye has always regarded Li Yi as a boy, that's why he is so close to him. If Qingye knew that Li Yi was a girl, he would definitely not have any intersection with Li Yi. They are both children, what can they understand, just like Ping An and Qing Wan, if you ask Ping An whether climbing a tree or Qing Wan is more important, Ping An will definitely say climbing a tree is more important."

Song Li laughed out loud at Jiang Qingzhou's last sentence. She picked up Jiang Huan and went to the kitchen to cook.

In five days, Jiang Huan will be 100 days old. Jiang Qingzhou took advantage of the good weather to visit the relatives and friends he wanted to invite one by one.