At the gate of the Song family---

Snow is flying and the night is peaceful.

Song Haiming's "son" shouted so loudly that it could almost resound through the world.

Immediately, another voice sounded in the courtyard: "Who is coming, why are you so loud?"

is a woman, needless to say, it is Song Zhichao's mother Wang Jinfeng.

Song Haiming was already so excited that he couldn't care about a lot, so he directly stuffed the dumpling bowl he was holding to Du Chunmei, the little girl, hugged Song Zhichao tightly into his arms, and said loudly: "I said that the child is his mother, our family Ah Chao is back!"

"......" There was a pop in the courtyard, as if someone had fallen.

Immediately, I saw Wang Jinfeng running out of it with half of his body covered with snow, and when he saw Song Zhichao, he said loudly: "Son, it is really our family Ah Chao!"

At this time, Song Haiming had already let go of Song Zhichao, who was confused--- before Song Haiming let go, Song Zhichao took a breath, and his mother Wang Jinfeng had already stepped forward and hugged him.

Song Zhichao: "......"

I didn't have time to react at all.

"Ah Chao, you're finally back, but you want to kill your mother!" Wang Jinfeng hugged Song Zhichao and cried.

Song Zhichao: "......"

I don't know what to do.

He has never been soft on dealing with enemies, and he has always been at ease, but this is his family, his mother, and he is a little helpless for a while.

At this time---

"Brother, you're back!" A crisp female voice saw a girl about the same age as Du Chunmei, jumping out of it like a sparrow, with a pair of beautiful big eyes, looking at Song Zhichao incessantly--- needless to say, this is Song Zhichao's little sister Song Yuqing.

Song Zhichao continued to look confused--- feeling that his jeans were about to be wet by Wang Jinfeng's tears.

"My son is finally back, I'm happy!, why are you crying?" Song Haiming said to his wife.

"Ah Chao is back, am I happy to be a mother! It's not a piece of meat on your body that falls off, of course you don't care. Wang Jinfeng let go of Song Zhichao and said to her husband with tears in her eyes.

"Why don't I care? I care so much! Hurry up, it's cold outside, hurry up and let Ah Chao go in to warm up!" Song Haiming said and urged Song Zhichao to enter the house.

……

This is a very chic two-storey bungalow--- in this era, the average person built a brick house, not many people can build a bungalow, to be precise, it is not a 10,000 yuan household that can build a bungalow, but also a capable person in the village. And there are even fewer like this, which are covered with two layers at once.

The middle hall is very spacious, and the front is a big red table of eight immortals, on which are placed rape used for the New Year, as well as dumplings that have not been wrapped in the pot.

Behind the table of the Eight Immortals is an old carved jujube red long case, the long case is placed with the porcelain statue of Guanyin Niangniang, there is an incense niche in the front, there are incense candles, smoking curling green smoke, smell it, but it is a very good smell of sandalwood.

On the wall behind the long case, there is a painting of the middle hall of the New Year's celebration: but it is the three great men, ***--- three people standing on a large grass, a round of red sun rising behind, flowers around it, the verdant is strong, three horses are leisurely eating grass on the side, and the three people are wearing windbreakers, facing the morning sun, pointing to the mountains and rivers.

On both sides of the painting in the middle hall are couplets, the upper couplet is: the magnificent opening of the mountain to welcome the dawn, and the lower couplet is: the merry figure in China.

Heng Pi is --- great leader.

Song Zhichao had already changed his clothes at this moment, wearing a thick gray padded jacket, this padded jacket was made for him by Wang Jinfeng, and it was full of thick cotton--- wearing this clothes, Song Zhichao was cold or cold, but the original tycoon temperament was completely covered by this bulky gray padded jacket.

So, one piece of clothing destroys everything.

Buddha relies on gold, and people want clothes, which is definitely a wise saying.

No matter how rich you are, when you wear the clothes sewn by this mother, you will immediately become a sling.

It was really lonely to sit in this middle hall, so Song Zhichao got up and slipped into the back room--- which was obviously where Song Haiming and Wang Jinfeng stayed, and at this moment Song Yuqing and Du Chunmei, the two little girls, were sitting on the bed, watching the Spring Festival Gala happily.

In front of them,It's a long black desk with paint off,There is a color TV series of Changhong brand on the desk,It's about 21 inches,The channel is not very clear,Compared with the kind of high-definition TV in the future,It's weak。

Song Zhichao knocked on the door and asked, "Can I go in?" As soon as the words came out, he realized that he was wrong, this is his own house, why can't he enter?

Seeing his sister Song Yuqing and the little girl Du Chunmei staring at him with wide eyes, Song Zhichao hurriedly said, "Oh, I mean--- this place is very small, is there a place to sit?"

The two little girls immediately moved their buttocks together on the bed, vacated a space, and pointed, "Sit here!"

Song Zhichao took a look, the place was too small, and he was afraid that he would sit next to them.

But everyone is innocent, why should they --- Song Zhichao walked over, sat down, and sure enough, it was too tight.

Looking at TV again, the Spring Festival Gala in 1993 has just begun, and what is being staged at this moment is the comedy sketch "Shoeshine" performed by comedy star Huang Hong and his partner:

Huang: If you have a drum, you have to play a score if you have money. You don't care what I'm doing, I can hire a nanny at home, believe it or not, I won't believe it I'll call you down to see, nanny, nanny, nanny,

Wei: Come, come, come, what's the matter, man

Huang: Who do you call a man, you're an hourly worker, you're a man, you know?

Wei: I know, man.

Huang: No, you can't talk, don't you?

Wei: No,

Huang: I work here from 10 o'clock to 12 o'clock, and you are not allowed to call your buddy during this time.

Wei: I get it...... Milk is hot on the fire

The classic lines and wonderful interpretation made Song Zhichao can't help but like it.

At this time, my mother Wang Jinfeng came in with a special steaming dumpling and stuffed it to Song Zhichao: "Eat quickly, it's hot!"

Song Zhichao: "Where's my dad?"

"He's cooking two dishes for you, and you'll have a drink later." ”

"No, I don't drink much. ”

"Who are you fooling, you used to steal your father's old wine. Wang Jinfeng smiled and patted his son on the head, and asked him why he didn't make a phone call when he came back, and he wore so little.

Song Zhichao said, I want to surprise you--- I didn't expect it to be so cold here.

Wang Jinfeng touched his son's head distressedly.

Song Zhichao felt a little awkward, and he was not a child.

Fortunately, at this time, my father Song Haiming shouted outside: "Come and eat!"

His mother, Wang Jinfeng, urged him, "Go quickly, don't let your father wait." ”