"Come in! Come in!" Li Suhua quickly called everyone to come in.
"Mom! What are you cooking? It's so delicious." Zhou Bingyi was also very happy when his parents reunited.
Hao Dongmei put down her luggage, took the spatula from Li Suhua's hand, and said with a smile: "Mom, you and dad have a nice talk, and I'll cook."
When he entered the house and saw the empty room, Zhou Zhigang's face sank. Without saying a word, he walked to the chair against the wall in the east room and sat down. He leaned one hand on the small table next to him and took it out of his pocket. A plastic bag containing tobacco and rolling papers.
The rolling paper was small and rectangular. Zhou Zhigang lowered his head and tore off a piece of rolling paper, picked up an appropriate amount of shredded tobacco, and rolled it up skillfully.
Seeing this, the smile on Li Suhua's face disappeared. She walked to the table and took out the enamel vat, put tea leaves on it, made half a vat of hot water, walked to Zhou Zhigang, put the enamel vat on the table, and sat next to Zhou Zhigang.
Zhou Zhigang brought the cigarette that was about to be rolled to his mouth, stretched out his tongue and licked the edge of the paper, then rolled it again until the cigarette was fully rolled.
Putting the cigarette in his mouth, he took out a box of matches from his jacket pocket, lit the match, and took a puff. The strong smell poured into his mouth. Zhou Zhigang's eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze became profound. stand up.
After taking a puff of cigarette, he seemed to have calmed down, so he asked, "Where is Bingkun?" His voice was not loud.
Li Suhua looked at Zhou Bingyi and was a little nervous: "I'm busy working on the publishing house with Editor Shao who came to our house!"
"Publishing house!" Zhou Zhigang's words were full of displeasure, "He's like that, and he still wants to open a publishing house?"
Li Suhua quit immediately: "What do you mean he is like that? My old man graduated from a prestigious school. He is a great designer. He has been to Yanjing and Shenzhen. He is also a famous writer throughout the country."
Zhou Bingyi rarely said something fair: "Dad! Bingkun is indeed a famous writer in the country now. The few novels he wrote are very popular, and the company he works for has also developed very well in Jichun in recent years."
"Hmph!" Zhou Zhigang snorted and became sulky. The better his younger son performed, the more aggrieved he felt.
"You're celebrating the New Year, you finally came back from retirement, everyone is very happy, but you, you have a straight face as soon as you come back, who can show you!" Li Suhua was quite happy at first, but when she saw Zhou Zhigang's appearance , suddenly became very angry.
Coupled with Zhou Zhigang's disdain and belittling of his youngest son just now, Li Suhua felt even more unhappy.
In recent years, if it weren't for Wang Zhong and Zheng Juan, Li Suhua's life would not have been so comfortable. Moreover, Wang Zhong and Zheng Juan gave birth to three eldest grandsons and one eldest granddaughter to Li Suhua.
With children and grandchildren around her knees and three generations living under one roof, Li Suhua's life is so beautiful now.
All of this is the result of the youngest son and daughter-in-law, and Li Suhua knows it all in her heart.
This morning, both her grandchildren and granddaughter refused to follow her back to her old house, and Li Suhua was still feeling depressed.
"Who can I show it to? Show it to myself." Zhou Zhigang's stubborn temper got worse and he suddenly extinguished a few more puffs. The smoke he exhaled both choked his nose and smoked his eyes.
"Hmph!" Li Suhua jumped up in anger, glared at Zhou Zhigang, and angrily ran outside to the kitchen to cook with Hao Dongmei.
Seeing this, Zhou Bingyi shook his head helplessly, walked to Zhou Zhigang's side and said, "Dad, you are getting older. Smoking less is not good for your health."
"Hey!" Zhou Zhigang sighed, exhaled another puff of smoke, and actually put out the cigarette. He looked at Zhou Bingyi and asked, "How is your work?"
"I've been promoted to one level, but everything else is still the same, still in the original unit, not much has changed." Zhou Bingyi replied with a smile.
"Where's Dongmei?"
Speaking of Hao Dongmei, Zhou Bingyi showed a smile on his face and said proudly: "Dongmei has just been promoted and is now the chief physician of the obstetrics and gynecology department of their city hospital."
Zhou Zhigang also had a smile on his face: "Okay, you two are very up to date, and you have given us, Mr. Zhou, face!"
"By the way, how is your mother-in-law's health?" Zhou Zhigang had always been pleasant in front of his eldest son, and Zhou Bingyi's words finally gave him some comfort.
"My mother-in-law is in good health. She doesn't have any major problems. She is just getting older and has some common minor problems among the elderly." Jin Yueji is much older than Zhou Zhigang.
"That's good! As long as there's no illness or disaster, that's better than anything else." The father and son started chatting like this. "On your mother-in-law's side, Dongmei is the only daughter. Dongmei's father has also left, so she is the only one left. As a son-in-law, you have to take more care of her."
"Don't worry, dad!" Zhou Bingyi said with a smile. In fact, he did better.
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As the new year is approaching, Zheng Juan's private restaurant has closed its doors early and is now free. The children have also taken winter vacation. Wang Zhong has no intention of forcing the children to study even after the holidays. In terms of study, Wang Zhong rarely imposes any requirements. The children were basically in a free-range state, and the couple would take the children to learn skating on a frozen lake within a few days.
The two older ones, Zhou Cong and Feng Yue, have been involved in skating for a long time, and their skills are very good. Zhou Ming is a bit worse. He is good at sports, but his balance ability seems to be a bit poor, and his learning progress is relatively slow.
Zhou Ling, on the other hand, is very talented and can pick up the skills very quickly. She was able to circle by herself after half an hour of practice on the first day, and could keep up with Zhou Cong and Feng Yue's rhythm the next day.
Even the youngest Little Tails is more talented than Zhou Ming in skating and almost made Zhou Ming autistic.
In the evening, Zheng Juan supervised the children's winter vacation homework, while Wang Zhong continued writing at his desk in the study room as always.
Over the years, Wang Zhong has been busy with the company's affairs during the day, and Wang Zhong has not been idle at night. He will spend two hours every night to create.
Especially recently, Wang Zhong in the company has started to work as a hands-off shopkeeper. When he calms down, he has more time to write novels.
When I met Shao Jingwen last time, I didn't know what Shao Jingwen was thinking. He was obviously retired, but he suddenly proposed that he and Wang Zhong would open a magazine together to serialize novels, essays and poems.
It was just a matter of providing money, so Wang Zhong didn't think much about it and agreed directly. Wang Zhong was responsible for providing the money and producing the works. Shao Jingwen was responsible for all other matters.
Wang Zhong contributed 45,000 yuan, accounting for 85% of the shares, and Shao Jingwen contributed 5,000 yuan, plus management, accounting for 15% of the shares. Income from works is not included.
Of course, it was not a problem to open a publishing house with this amount of money in the past, but now it is possible to set up a small magazine. After all, Shao Jingwen has been the editor-in-chief of Golden Land for so many years, and he still has many connections in this industry. of.
Moreover, there is the golden brand name of 'Chongwen'. As long as the content is well done, there is no need to worry about lack of sales.
It had been several days since Zhou Zhigang arrived home. The first two days were fine. At least Zhou Bingyi and Hao Dongmei were with them. However, Zhou Bingyi and his wife had to take care of Hao Dongmei's mother and couldn't spend all their time on the film.
Especially recently, Jin Yueji had a minor illness, some cold and cough, and Hao Dongmei had to stay at Hao's house most of the time.
There was nothing to do at home, and as soon as Zhou Zhigang had some free time, he began to miss his grandchildren.
Especially the little grandson whom Zhou Zhigang had never met made Zhou Zhigang worried.
Li Suhua couldn't tell what the person next to her was thinking, but she didn't say anything, and didn't run to Wang Zhong's house. She just stayed here with the letters, or stayed at home sewing, cleaning, etc. Go out and chat with her old sisters, leaving Zhou Zhigang alone at home.
Looking at Zhou Zhigang, I almost couldn't help but run to see my grandchildren.
On the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, Zhou Rong and Feng Huacheng happened to return to Jichun from Yanjing.
Zhou Zhigang was overjoyed that his beloved daughter came home. After not seeing her for several years, he had so many longings in his heart. How could a father express his longing for his daughter just through letters?
In the afternoon of the same day, Feng Huacheng and Li Suhua went to Wang Zhong's house to take Feng Yue back to the optical film. At first, Feng Yue was a little reluctant. First, he couldn't bear to leave his uncle, aunt, Zhou Cong and his younger brothers and sisters. As he got older in his twenties, Feng Yue could not help but feel a little resentful about her parents leaving her alone in Jichun.
But he couldn't bear the presence of grandma Li Suhua, so Feng Yue could only reluctantly say goodbye to everyone, and then returned the photo album.
The twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, New Year’s Eve.
Zheng Juan took the children to prepare the New Year's Eve dinner at home. Dumplings were definitely a must. Zheng Juan rolled out the noodles, Wang Zhong prepared the stuffing, and gathered around the table with the four children, working together to wrap the dumplings.
Wang Zhong is originally from the south, and he knows the simplest way to make dumplings. However, he has been in this world for almost twenty years. In the past twenty years, he has spent most of his time either in Jichun or Yanjing, not to mention dumplings, but also pasta. Wang Zhong learned a lot of tricks.
Butterfly dumplings and Yuanbao dumplings are readily available.
We have a large family, so we can make as many dumplings as we want. They can store them even in the middle of winter. We don’t even need a refrigerator. We just put the dumplings on grates and place them outside in the corner. It’ll be fine even if they’re left all winter long, but the taste will be affected a bit. .
As soon as the afternoon came, the children gathered in the living room to watch TV, a big-ass color TV set from Sharp, a Sony video recorder, and various Hong Kong movie tapes.
However, those who can be seen by children have naturally been screened by Wang Zhong and Zheng Juan, so there will be no misunderstandings about children's values.
Among all the movie tapes at home, the children's favorite is the two-part "Plan A" by Uncle Long. They have watched it more than a dozen times, but they still can't get tired of it.
Snowflakes were flying outside and a cold wind was blowing. Even Dahei and Erhei hid in the doghouse and refused to show their heads. They only leaned over the rice bowl during meal time.
In the kitchen, the couple was still busy. Zheng Juan nudged Wang Zhong: "Would you like to call your parents over for the New Year's Eve dinner?"
"What's there to shout about? There are three members of Zhou Rong's family here, right?" Wang Zhong didn't take it seriously.
Zheng Juan sighed, feeling very helpless: "It's the Chinese New Year, so what's the point of not getting together as a family."
Wang Zhong suddenly said: "How about we call Guangming and the others over? It's fun when there are many people."
Zheng Juan glanced at Wang Zhong, but Wang Zhong's words made her feel sad again, "It's already here, has Qiao'er prepared the New Year's Eve dinner?"
"What are you afraid of? At worst, we can bring him over and eat together!"
Wang Zhong said with a smile: "Anyway, the space in our house is large. Isn't the west wing always vacant? Let's take Guangming and his family over to live there for a while. It will be a lively and lively place."
Zheng Juan's eyes also lit up: "Okay."
Wang Zhong took off his apron and put it on the table, "It's still early, I'll be there right away."
"Drive carefully." Zheng Juan warned quickly.
Wang Zhong walked to the door and waved his hand: "Don't worry!"
Cars couldn't drive into Taiping Hutong, so Wang Zhong could only park the car on the side of the road and walk to Guangming's house.
When Wang Zhong arrived, Guangming and Zhang Qiaoer were making dumplings with their children.
"Uncle!"
As soon as she saw Wang Zhong, Doudou immediately jumped down from the stool and ran to Wang Zhong excitedly. She looked behind Wang Zhong, but she didn't see the person she expected, and she suddenly felt a little disappointed: "Uncle, please." Didn't my brother and cousin come with you?"
Doudou's nickname is Ping'an, and his name is Guangming. He hopes that this kid can live a safe and smooth life.
Wang Zhong smiled and said: "They are all at home!"
Doudou was stunned for a moment, then let out a disappointed sound, looking listless.
"But my uncle is here to take you and your parents to his house to play with your cousins!"
"Really?" Doudou immediately became energetic again and looked at Wang Zhong excitedly.
"of course it's true."
Wang Zhong said to Zhang Qiaoer and Guangming again: "You two, stop doing this and pack your things quickly. This year's Spring Festival will be spent at my place."
"Ah?" Guangming and Zhang Qiaoer were both caught off guard.
"Ah what? What's wrong, you don't want to go?"
"No, no!" Zhang Qiaoer was dumbfounded by Wang Zhong: "Isn't this too sudden? We have almost made all the dumplings."
"What's the matter? Let's take it together. There are so many people in our family, so just a few dumplings are not enough."
Although Guangming was happy in his heart, he was also speechless: "Brother-in-law, can you tell me in advance next time?"
Wang Zhong smiled awkwardly: "It won't be the same next time. It won't be the same next time. Isn't this because there are more people to have fun together?"
Zhang Qiaoer moved very quickly. He packed a new set of clothes for Doudou, wrapped the dumplings, dough and fillings, and found a paper box to put them in.
Wang Zhong was holding the paper box, Guangming was holding Doudou, and Zhang Qiaoer was carrying a rattan basket on his shoulder, which contained clothes and socks for Doudou.
Wang Zhong's car is a Santana, and he spent over 200,000 yuan when he bought it. This price is naturally not expensive in later generations, but now, when the monthly salary is several hundred yuan, it is tantamount to a huge sum of money. The courtyard of Wang Zhong's family is considered All kinds of upper decorations only cost more than 10,000 yuan.
This is because many materials are relatively rare and custom-made is expensive.
Santana parked on the road outside Taiping Hutong was nothing short of a beautiful scenery, extremely eye-catching, and many people gathered around to watch.
Wang Zhong used to live in Taiping Hutong, and many people knew him.
"Bingkun, you are crazy!"
"I made a little money, a little money."
"This car deserves a lot of money!"
"so far so good!"
Some also joked: "This is to take my brother-in-law over to enjoy the blessing!"
Wang Zhongdu replied one by one: "Let's get together during the Chinese New Year, it will be lively when there are many people!"
After getting in the car, Wang Zhong breathed a sigh of relief. The neighbors were too enthusiastic and curious.
Doudou was also very curious about the car Wang Zhongxin bought. Although he had ridden in it a few times, he could only say that neither men nor boys had much resistance to cars, weapons and other things.
Guangzi Film is right next to Taiping Hutong. The news that Wang Zhong drove his car to pick up his brother-in-law and his family to have New Year's Eve dinner together quickly spread throughout Guangzi Film and Taiping Hutong.
No matter what age it is, the fire of gossip will never go out.
Soon the matter spread to Lao Zhou's family.
Neighbors passing by, when they meet the Zhou family who go out to use the toilet, or see Zhou Zhigang who can't help but run into the courtyard to smoke, can't help their curiosity and ask: "I heard that Bingkun drove his car to him." My brother-in-law and his family have all gone to have New Year’s Eve dinner together, why didn’t you go?”
Li Suhua was fine after hearing this. After all, she had been living with Wang Zhong and Zheng Juan for these years.
But when Zhou Zhigang heard this, he only felt uncomfortable all over his body, as disgusting as if he had swallowed a fly.
Zhou Rong is a little better, she just disdains it and doesn't want to hear the name 'Zhou Bingkun'.
Zhou Zhigang was the one who felt the most uncomfortable. After hearing those words, he could even imagine the lively scene of Wang Zhong's family gathering together to have New Year's Eve dinner.
But the more this happened, the more uncomfortable Zhou Zhigang felt and the more aggrieved he felt.
Those are my eldest grandchildren!
