When he arrived in the room, Ning Yunxi now advocated that the child chooses clothes and exercises his own sense of independence.

Today, the foreign grandfather is coming, and Leilei is going to pick a better-looking piece of clothes. After listening to his mother's explanation, Leilei's little eyes were hanging here on the row of clothes in the wardrobe, and his little hand suddenly pointed: "That--"

Ning Yunxi looked over and saw that his son was referring to the military uniform that his father was hanging on. He quickly shook his head and corrected him: "That was worn by your father, you have to look at your own clothes."

Leilei tightened his brows and looked at his row of small clothes and pants hanging under the wardrobe. No matter how he looked, he was not as handsome as his father's clothes.

"You haven't grown up, you can only wear such a small piece of clothing." Ning Yunxi bent down and pointed at his son's short hands and feet.

Leilei flattened the corner of his mouth: Okay, it makes sense that his mother bullies others.

Ning Yunxi had no choice but to take out two sets of clothes for his son to show: "Which set do you want to wear?"

In that era, children's clothes were relatively simple. No wonder the kid only looked at the military uniforms worn by his father. In Leilei's little eyes, the two sets of clothes his mother took were basically the same, the clothes were clothes and the pants were pants.

Ning Yunxi took a look at him and it was true that the two sets of son's clothes were not distinguished by cartoon patterns, and they were not cut like adults. They were both of the same style of pullovers and pants. At that time, he wanted to make a new set of clothes for his son, but in the end he didn't have time to do it halfway.

Meng Chenhao walked over and looked at the mother and son, and suddenly thought of something. He walked to the front of the duffel bag he had brought back last night in the corner of the room, unzipped the zipper, and took out a set of clothes from it.

It was a green baby top and a pair of white shorts.

Leilei looked at the little baby's clothes in his father's hand, and his little eyes were shiny: "Dad!"

The kid was so excited that he rushed over and hugged his father.

Ning Yunxi asked in surprise: "Where did it come from?"

"It is said that Cao Ximin wore it. His mother packed his luggage for him in the past two days and suddenly found this set of clothes that their family made for their children back then. Now he definitely can't wear them. His mother took them over and asked the political commissar to give them to me. I guess Leilei should be able to wear them." Meng Chenhao said.

The clothes my brother was wearing? Leilei walked over, grabbed the baby's clothes my father was holding with his little hand, and tilted his little head and asked questions.

"This seems to be—" Ning Yunxi felt that this dress seemed a bit familiar.

"His mother knew that he admired his father back then, so she made it according to his father's military uniform. It took a long time to dye the fabric by herself," said Meng Chenhao.

Only Ximin's mother really loved her son. In those days, there was nothing, and there was so shortage of materials that there was not enough cotton. As now, cloth tickets have been cancelled. There are no bright colors in the fabric. Ordinary people who want to find a fabric of different colors need to dye it themselves.

"Maybe Ximin has forgotten to wear this set of clothes himself." Ning Yunxi looked at the clothes that a good mother had made for her son with great effort, "You have to show it to Ximin."

Leilei wants to wear his brother's clothes to show him? Leilei's little brain tries to understand what his parents mean.

"Put it on. Brother's clothes look good, right?" Ning Yunxi smiled when he touched his son's little head.
Chapter completed!