February 14, 1991, Valentine's Day, is also the annual New Year's Eve.
Every household posted Spring Festival couplets, hung lanterns and set off firecrackers.
Children walk around the streets, occasionally lighting firecrackers, and laughing mischievously if they scare passers-by.
Those who left the Northeast because of difficulties in life also came back. The family reunited at the dinner table and in front of the fire bed, making dumplings together, chatting together, and watching the Spring Festival Gala.
Li Suhua was sitting on the kang, and Zhou Zhigang was sitting at the head of the kang. Opposite them were Zhou Rong and Hao Dongmei. There was a small square table between the four of them, and next to it was a white porcelain basin for dumpling fillings. This one rolled a spoonful of vegetable filling into the dough, and the other one put a spoonful of vegetable filling into the dough. Fold it, squeeze it toward the middle, and shape it into an ingot shape.
Zhou Bingyi was busy rolling out dough on the round table opposite. Feng Huacheng was leaning against the north wall, not working, wondering what he was thinking.
There was a rush of footsteps outside, followed by childish laughter, and vaguely heard dialogues such as "Don't run away", "Come after me", "Bah baa baa, I can't catch you".
Li Suhua's ears twitched: "Are they the two grandsons of the old Liu family? And... the youngest son of Sangazi in front?"
Hao Dongmei smiled and replied: "Mom, your ears are really good."
Zhou Bingyi raised his head and glanced at her, shook his head and said nothing.
At this time, Zhou Zhigang threw the dumplings he had just made into the bamboo strips and said in a strange way: "You don't understand what your mother means. You think our house is deserted."
"Dad, it's Chinese New Year, so please say less."
Hao Dongmei hesitated to speak. Zhou Bingyi took the opportunity to glare at her and swallowed the words that were stuck in his trachea.
They knew that Zhou Bingkun had returned to Jichun. The third generation of the Zhou family, Zhou Congcong and Feng Yue, were still at his place. If they did not go home during the Chinese New Year, they would look like they had lost their generation in the eyes of outsiders. To put it in the local dialect, it means being exterminated.
Zhou Zhigang also realized that this meant blaming Hao Dongmei for not having a child. As a father-in-law, it was difficult to explain, because it was better not to mention this matter. The more it was mentioned, the more hurtful it was, so he could only walk to Feng Huacheng and sit down. , opened the cigarette case on the coffee table, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, lit it with a match, narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Chemification."
"Huh? Dad."
"Didn't Zhou Rong just get a two-bedroom apartment?"
"yes."
"Now that the place to live is spacious, let's bring Yueyue back from Guangzhou."
Feng Huacheng looked at Zhou Rong and saw that she was pretending not to hear and continuing to make dumplings, so he nodded: "Well, it's time to bring Yueyue back to live. Staying with her uncle and aunt is not a long-term solution."
Zhou Zhigang received such a statement, and there was a smile of satisfaction on his face.
Over there, Hao Dongmei felt even more uncomfortable, but she knew very well that she couldn't say anything. If Zhou Zhigang knew that Zhou Rong had failed to go to Guangzhou to have a child, and was beaten by Zhou Bingkun, this year would be over.
"Grandma, grandma..."
At this moment, a voice penetrated into Li Suhua's ears through the crack in the door.
"Congcong?"
The old lady didn't dare to recognize it at first. When the source of the sound moved into the yard, she suddenly became energetic and quickly got off the kang.
"It's Congcong, my eldest grandson is back."
She knew about the return of her third son, but she was not sure whether he would come home to celebrate the New Year. After all, the father and son had been at odds with each other for more than ten years, and they were already at odds with each other to the point where they would fight each other when they met, and it was useless to persuade anyone. How about hoping that Zhou Bingkun's family, who has lived in the south for nearly ten years, will return to the photo to celebrate the New Year? To be fair, it's a bit overwhelming.
"Grandma."
With the sound of the door opening, a 10-year-old boy walked in from outside.
"Why."
Li Suhua agreed with a smile and hugged Zhou Congcong into his arms: "Let grandma see how big he has grown."
Speaking of which, she has a deeper affection for Congcong than Feng Yue, because when she woke up from a coma, Congcong was just over a year old, babbling all day long at the age of learning to walk, which was very fun, and it was also because of this little child. Grandson, her relationship with Zheng Juan has greatly improved.
Soon, Zheng Juan's figure appeared at the door. She first called Li Suhua "Mom", and after receiving a response, she called "Dad" to Zhou Zhigang sitting in the room. However, when there was no response, the old man raised his head and glanced. She didn't know. No matter what, they call each other first brother and then sister-in-law. Zhou Rong and Feng Huacheng are no exception. They act as if it is their business whether they should be called or not, and whether they are called sister-in-law or not is their own business.
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"Where's Bingkun?"
Li Suhua asked Congcong while stroking her head.
"In the back."
As soon as she finished speaking, Lin Yue dragged Yue Yue into the main room.
Before he could speak, Zhou Zhigang said with a straight face, "Why are you here?"
"Then I'll go."
When he was about to leave, Yueyue turned around without saying a word. Originally, she didn't want to go back to the postcards to celebrate the New Year. She always felt that she didn't know how to face Zhou Rong. Her grandfather's words over there made her uncle angry, so it was just right for her to leave. mind.
"What are you talking about? You're celebrating the New Year." Li Suhua angrily said to his wife, walked over and took Yueyue's hand: "Yueyue, show me to grandma, oh, you were only a little over ten years old when you came back last time, and now you are so tall She’s become a big girl.”
Feng Huacheng walked out and smiled at his daughter, but it looked awkward no matter what.
Zhou Rong did not move, still maintaining the same posture as before, making dumplings there. Zhou Zhigang noticed her abnormal behavior and frowned.
Facing the pleading looks of Li Suhua and Zheng Juan, Lin Yue was not as knowledgeable as the old man. He pointed to the compartment where the bed was placed: "Don't you still have unfinished homework? Go study first."
Yueyue didn't want to meet Zhou Rong, so she walked over with her schoolbag in hand.
Lin Yue conveniently picked up the leather bag placed at the door: "Mom, these are the new year's goods brought to you from the south. They include bacon from Hubei, white-cut chicken from Guangzhou, beef balls from Chaozhou, and yak meat from Qinghai, all from the north. No."
"Open it quickly and let me take a look." Li Suhua happily played with the new year's goods brought back by her youngest son from the south.
Over there, Zheng Juan had already washed her hands and started to help Hao Dongmei and Zhou Rong work.
In order to have a peaceful Spring Festival, everyone tacitly said only auspicious words and did not mention the unpleasantness that happened in the past.
However, I don’t know whether it was because watching Lin Yue and Li Suhua chatting and laughing was not pleasing to the eye, or because he had been holding back a lot of words and could not find a chance to vent them, and because he was so hot after a few glasses of wine, Zhou Zhigang couldn’t hold it back in the end and ignored Zhou Bingyi’s words. The look in his eyes signaled, and he was taught a lesson at the dinner table.
"I heard that you helped a Hong Kong businessman named Li contract the Red Star Timber Processing Factory? You are quite proud of it. Do you know the nature of this? Before liberation, he was a comprador for foreigners and capitalists. He was an out-and-out bad guy. Embryo.”
Lin Yue put down his chopsticks and argued with reason: "You are unhappy when I do this, aren't you? Well, tomorrow I will ask Li Xianrong to divest his capital and return the wood processing factory to the workers. If wages cannot be paid next month, Let them look for you, a good guy, as long as you can support everyone, ok, no problem!"
One sentence made Zhou Zhigang stupid.
"What? You don't dare to agree? Just shut up if you don't dare to agree."
Li Suhua slapped his hand: "Why are you talking to your dad?"
Lin Yue said nothing again.
"Look, look, this is the good son you have grown up with, how unfilial."
Yes, he didn't get any advantage from Lin Yue, so he pointed the finger at Li Suhua: "If he had integrity, filial piety and ambition, he wouldn't be like this."
"Hey, it seems you are very satisfied with big brother."
"You just came back, and you don't know yet. Your eldest brother is now the deputy mayor of Hayang City. Let's look at what you have done."
Lin Yuexin said that the boss is now the deputy mayor. Even if he is the mayor, as long as he makes investments on behalf of Shencheng Group, he not only has to welcome the guests, but also has to treat guests to dinner and say nice things to avoid losing etiquette.
"My eldest brother is filial and motivated, but he doesn't have a son. When you die in the future, there will be someone to watch your funeral and lay down flags. What about him? Why don't you point to my son and hold the ashes to make the scene?"
Zhou Zhigang and Zhou Bingyi almost died of anger at the above sentence. While Hao Dongmei was unhappy, she was also complaining about Zhou Zhigang in her heart. Who doesn't know that Zhou Bingkun can choke people to death when he talks? It's okay if you say that you, a father, are not convinced and go to tease him. Well, why did you bring your eldest son with you? Isn't this a group looking for abuse?
"Bingyi doesn't have Congcong and Yueyue. Times have changed, and my daughter is also a descendant."
Zhou Zhigang was breathing heavily, his eyes wide open, and he looked like he was going to beat someone up.
Hao Dongmei's expression changed, Zhou Bingyi's expression changed, Zhou Rong's and Feng Huacheng's expressions also changed.
This old man doesn't care about anything. He has tricked his eldest son and dragged his daughter and son-in-law into trouble. If Zhou Rong wants to live a stable year, she can hide what happened in Guangzhou. Zhou Bingkun Woolen cloth? That is a master who never suffers.
