Of course, Weiyang's father would rather not have a board than help him see wood with a full stomach full of flatulence.

He took Weiyang and walked home without saying a word, and when he got home, it was already more than ten o'clock in the evening.

Weiyang's father was so tired that as soon as he fell, he lay on the kang as if he were dead, and he planned to sleep until dawn.

Weiyang crawled on the edge of the kang, his head was stuffy, and he didn't make a sound, his face was full of pale blood.

After a while, his father took a nap, and only then did he vaguely remember that he had not yet gotten on the kang, and was squatting on the cold ground on the edge of the kang.

So, he turned over lazily, and then, with great difficulty, he hugged Weiyang onto the kang, helped him take off his shoes, and pulled the quilt to cover him.

After taking a nap, Weiyang's father felt much more sober, so he felt that his heart was empty, and he sat up straight, with nothing to do, so he found the radio in the dark and adjusted the channel in his hand.

This debugging is simply endless.

He twisted the volume buttons to the maximum, as if he was deaf, and in the music channel of the radio, Chen Shaohua's "Ninety-Nine Daughter Red" was flowing in a subdued tone, and when it reached the climax, it made a deafening muddy sound.

This year is 1990, and this song is the most popular one this year, and basically everyone can hum one or two sentences; Weiyang's father has already heard this song many times, and his ears are almost calloused.

So, he switched to the channel of the old Qin opera in our place.

At this time, the radio was playing "Three Niang's Godson", which is the famous opera of our place, and the children felt lively when they listened to it, and the adults not only felt lively when they listened to it, but also felt touching.

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Before this, Hu Huilan, the mother of Weiyang, ran out in a panic to find his grandfather.

The black cave made her have an ominous premonition in her heart, her right eyelid jumped unnaturally, even if she closed her eyes, she could clearly feel the muscles around her eyes twitching, and the upper and lower eyelids were fighting.

At seven or eight o'clock in the afternoon, Hu Huilan came back from picking up firewood from the ditch, and as always, she quickly used the picked firewood to make the rice.

Looking around, he saw that the father and son had not returned, so he simply ran out to look for them.

However, after looking for a long time, I never saw anyone. So, Hu Huilan expected that Weiyang would follow his father to do carpentry work for others.

When Hu Huilan thought about it in her heart, she became annoyed again, and when she got annoyed, she went back to eat by herself, and she didn't want to care about his father and son.

When Hu Huilan returned home, she quickly ate all the delicious dishes, leaving only two light steamed buns.

He used the firewood he to heat the kang again, sat on the kang, and casually pinched the needle and thread in his hand for a while.

In this way, unconsciously, more than an hour passed.

Hu Huilan saw that the father and son still hadn't come back, and her heart became inexplicably frizzy, and even, for a moment, she couldn't sit still in a panic, just sat down for a while, and then, feeling that something was wrong, she stood up again.

As soon as he stood up, he ran out again to find his father and son.

Hu Huilan follows her own feelings, and she has always trusted her instincts.

As soon as she went out, her right eyelid jumped unusually well.

It wasn't until she went door to door to find Weiyang that she learned from him that Weiyang's father and son left at ten o'clock after eating - it turned out that Weiyang's father was actually doing carpentry for his family.

So, Hu Huilan put down her hanging heart.

On the one hand, she was happy, and on the other hand, she was angry.

Fortunately, the father and son of Weiyang have their whereabouts.

What is angry is that when she couldn't get food last year, she stood at the door of Weiqi's house, like begging, and borrowed a small bag of wheat from him.

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