"Come in! Get inside! Li Suhua hurriedly beckoned everyone into the house.

"Mom! What kind of food do you make, it's so fragrant. Zhou Bingyi was also very happy to be reunited with his parents.

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 good talk, and I'll cook." ”

When he entered the house and saw the empty room, Zhou Zhigang's face sank, and without saying a word, he walked to the chair against the wall in the east room and sat down, leaned on the small table next to him with one hand, and took out a plastic bag from his pocket, which contained tobacco and rolling paper.

The roll paper is not big, it is rectangular, Zhou Zhigang lowered his head and tore off a roll of paper, picked up an appropriate amount of tobacco, and rolled it up skillfully.

Seeing this, the smile on Li Suhua's face disappeared, walked to the table and took out the enamel jar, put tea leaves, soaked half a jar of hot water, walked to Zhou Zhigang's side, put the enamel jar on the table, and sat next to Zhou Zhigang.

Zhou Zhigang brought the rolled paper cigarette to his mouth, stretched out his tongue and licked the edge of the paper, and rolled it again, and a cigarette was rolled up.

Put the cigarette in his mouth, take out a box of matches from his jacket pocket, light the match and light the cigarette, take a puff, the strong smell poured into the cavity, Zhou Zhigang's eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze became deeper.

After taking a puff of cigarette, his mind seemed to calm down, so he asked, "Where is Bingkun?" "It's not loud.

Li Suhua looked at Zhou Bingyi and was a little nervous: "I'm busy working with the editor-in-chief Shao who came to our house to get a publishing house!" ”

"Press!" Zhou Zhigang's words were full of unhappiness, "Just like him, he still wants to open a publishing house?" ”

Li Suhua immediately quit: "What do you mean by him, my family is an old pimple, he is also a graduate of a famous school, a great designer, he has been to Yanjing, he has been to Shencheng, and he is still a famous writer in the country." ”

Zhou Bingyi rarely said a fair word: "Dad! Bingkun is indeed a well-known writer in the country now, and the novels he wrote are very popular, and his company has also developed well in Jichun in recent years. ”

"Humph!" Zhou Zhigang snorted and sulked, the better his youngest son performed, the more he felt aggrieved in his heart.

"This Chinese New Year, you finally retired and came back, and the big guys are very happy, but what about you, as soon as you come back, you will have a straight face, who will you show it!" Li Suhua was quite happy, but when he saw Zhou Zhigang's appearance, he suddenly became angry.

Coupled with Zhou Zhigang's disdain and belittlement of his youngest son just now, Li Suhua was even more unhappy.

Over the years, if it weren't for Wang Chong and Zheng Juan, how could Li Suhua's life be so comfortable, and Wang Chong and Zheng Juan also gave birth to Li Suhua with three eldest grandsons and a granddaughter.

With children and grandchildren around the knees, three generations in the same house, how beautiful Li Suhua's life is now.

All of this is the credit of the youngest son and the youngest daughter-in-law, and Li Suhua has a clear mind in his heart.

This morning, her grandchildren and granddaughters refused to follow her back to the old house, and Li Suhua was still depressed.

"Who can I show it, show it to myself." Zhou Zhigang's stubborn temper came up, and he suddenly extinguished a few more breaths, and the smoke he spit out was both choking and smoking.

"Humph!" Li Suhua was so angry that she swooped out, glared at Zhou Zhigang, and ran outside to cook with Hao Dongmei in a huff.

Seeing this, Zhou Bingyi shook his head helplessly, walked to Zhou Zhigang's side, and said, "Dad, you are old, and smoking less is not good for your health." ”

"Hey!" Zhou Zhigang sighed, spit out another puff of smoke, and really put out the cigarette, looked at Zhou Bingyi and asked, "How is your work?" ”

"I've been upgraded by one level, and the others are still the same, still in the original unit, and haven't changed much." Zhou Bingyi replied with a smile.

"Where's Dongmei?"

Speaking of Hao Dongmei, Zhou Bingyi's face showed a smile and said proudly: "Dongmei has just been promoted, and now she is the chief physician of the obstetrics and gynecology department of their city hospital." ”

Zhou Zhigang also showed a smile on his face: "Okay, you two are very competitive, give us the face of Old Zhou's family!" ”

"By the way, how is my mother's health?" In front of his eldest son, Zhou Zhigang has always been kind and pleasant, and Zhou Bingyi's words finally gave him a little comfort in his heart.

"My mother-in-law's health is okay, there is nothing wrong with it, but she is old, and some small problems that are common to the elderly continue." Jin Yueji is much older than Zhou Zhigang.

"That's good! As long as there is no illness or disaster, it is better than anything. "Father and son just talked about it." Your mother-in-law has a daughter on Dongmei's side, Dongmei's father is also gone, and she is the only one left, as a son-in-law, you can take care of it more. ”

"Don't worry, Dad!" Zhou Bingyi said with a smile, in fact, he did better.

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The New Year is approaching, Zheng Juan's private restaurant is also closed early, empty, and the children are also on winter vacation, Wang Chongke has no holiday and forces the children to study.

Zhou Cong and Feng Yue, the two older ones, have been in contact with skating for a long time, and their skills are very good, Zhou Ming is a little worse, and the sports are okay, but it seems that the balance is a little poor, and the progress of learning is relatively slow.

It's Zhou Ling, this girl is highly talented, and she can get started very quickly, she can go around in circles by herself after practicing for half an hour on the first day, and she can follow the rhythm of Zhou Cong and Feng Yue on the second day.

Even the smallest little tail is more talented than Zhou Ming in skating, and he almost didn't make Zhou Ming shut up.

In the evening, Zheng Juan urged the children to do some homework during the winter vacation, while Wang Chong continued to write books in the study as always.

Over the years, he has been busy with the company's affairs during the day, and Wang Chong has not been idle at night, and will spare two hours of work every night to create.

Especially recently, Wang Chong on the company's side has begun to be the shopkeeper, and 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 thought, he was obviously retired, but he suddenly proposed that he wanted to open a magazine with Wang Chong, serializing novels, essays and poems.

It's just a matter of money, Wang Chong didn't think much about it, and directly agreed, Wang Chong is responsible for the money, the works, and other things, Shao Jingwen is in charge.

Wang Chong contributed 45,000 yuan, accounting for 85% of the shares, Shao Jingwen contributed 5,000, plus management, accounting for 15% of the shares, and the income from the works was not counted.

Of course, this amount of money was not a problem to open a publishing house in the past, but now you can get a small magazine, Shao Jingwen has been the editor-in-chief of Jindi for so many years, and there are still connections in this industry.

And there is also the gold-lettered signboard of 'Chongwen', as long as the content is done well, there is no worry about no sales.

It has been a few days since Zhou Zhigang arrived home, and the first two days were fine, at least Zhou Bingyi and Hao Dongmei were with him, but Zhou Bingyi and his family still had to take care of Hao Dongmei's mother, and they couldn't spend all their time on light words.

Especially recently, Jin Yueji also had a minor illness, some colds and coughs, and Hao Dongmei had to stay at Hao's house most of the time.

There is nothing to do at home, and as soon as Zhou Zhigang is free, he begins to miss his grandchildren.

Especially the little grandson who has never met, which makes Zhou Zhigang even more worried.

Li Suhua couldn't see the thoughts of the people next to the pillow, but she just didn't say anything, and she didn't run to Wang Chong's house, so she just stayed here, or stayed at home to sew and mend, clean or something, or go out, chat with her old sisters, and leave Zhou Zhigang at home alone.

Seeing Zhou Zhigang, he couldn't help but run to see his grandchildren,

On the twenty-eighth day of the lunar month, Zhou Rong and Feng Huacheng happened to return to Jichun from Yanjing.

His most painful daughter came home, but Zhou Zhigang was so happy, he didn't see it for a few years, he had too many thoughts in his heart, just through letters, how can he say a father's lovesickness for his daughter.

In the afternoon of the same day, Feng Huacheng and Li Suhua went to Wang Chong's house to take Feng Yue back to the light character piece, at first Feng Yue was still a little reluctant, first, he was reluctant to let his uncle and aunt and Zhou Cong and his younger brothers and sisters, twenty As she grew older, Feng Yue inevitably complained about her parents leaving her alone in Jichun.

couldn't bear to have Li Suhua's grandmother here, Feng Yue could only reluctantly say goodbye to everyone, and then returned to the light word piece.

Twenty-ninth of the lunar month, Chinese New Year's Eve.

Zheng Juan took the children to prepare the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner at home, dumplings are definitely indispensable, Zheng Juan rolled the noodles, Wang Zhong and the filling, and the four children gathered around the table, working together to wrap the dumplings.

Wang Chong is originally a southerner, and dumplings will be the easiest way to wrap them, but he has been in this world for almost 20 years, and in the past 20 years, most of the time has either stayed in Jichun or Yanjing, not to mention dumplings, it is pasta, Wang Chong has learned a lot of tricks.

What butterfly dumplings, ingots dumplings, that's easy to come by.

The family has a large population, how many dumplings are wrapped, and they can be put in winter, and they don't even need a refrigerator, so they are stacked on the grate and placed under the corner of the house, even if they are put on a winter, it is no problem, but it affects the taste a little.

In the afternoon, the children gathered in the living room to watch TV, the big-ass color TV of the island nation Sharp, Sony's VCR, and various Hong Kong movie tapes.

However, if it can be seen by the children, it is naturally screened by Wang Chong and Zheng Juan, and there will be no misunderstanding of the children's values.

Among all the movie tapes at home, the favorite of several children is Uncle Long's "Plan A" two-part, and they have obviously watched it more than a dozen times, but they still don't get tired of watching it.

There were snowflakes floating outside, and the cold wind was blowing, and even Da Hei and Er Hei hid in the kennel and refused to show their heads, so they came to the edge of the rice bowl when they were eating.

In the kitchen, the two were still busy, and Zheng Juan pushed Wang Zhong: "Do you want to call your parents over to eat together for Chinese New Year's Eve?" ”

"What's there to shout, isn't there still Zhou Rong's family of three!" Wang Zhong didn't care.

Zheng Juan sighed, very helpless: "What is it like for the family not to get together for the New Year." ”

Wang Chong suddenly said, "Why don't we call them over?" There are many people, and it is lively. ”

Zheng Juan dug Wang Chong's glance, but Wang Chong's words said that her heart was upset, "It's all here, will Qiao'er already prepare for the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner?" ”

"What are you afraid of, it's a big deal to bring me over and eat together!"

Wang Zhong smiled and said: "Anyway, the family is big, isn't the west wing always empty, let's take the Guangming family over and live for a while, just so lively." ”

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 go over." ”

"Drive carefully." Zheng Juan hurriedly advised.

Wang Chong, who walked to the door, waved his hand: "Don't worry! ”

The car couldn't drive in Taiping Hutong, so Wang Chong 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 he saw Wang Chong, Doudou immediately jumped down from the stool, ran to Wang Chong excitedly, and looked behind Wang Chong, but he couldn't see the person he expected, and he was a little lost: "Uncle, didn't my cousin come with you?" ”

Doudou's big name is Ping'an, and his name is obtained by light, so he thought that this kid could be safe and smooth for the rest of his life.

Wang Zhong smiled and said, "They are all at home!" ”

Doudou was stunned for a moment, and then let out a disappointed sigh, looking listless.

"But my uncle came here this time to pick you up and your parents to go to your uncle's house and play with your cousins and cousins!"

"Really?" Doudou immediately came to his senses again, and looked at Wang Zhong excitedly.

"Of course it's true."

Wang Chong said to Zhang Qiao'er and Guangming again: "Don't get it, you two should pack up your things quickly, the Spring Festival will be over with me this year." ”

"Huh?" Guangming and Zhang Qiaoer were both a little caught off guard.

"Ahhhh What's the matter, you don't want to go? ”

"No, no!" Zhang Qiaoer was made a little crying and laughing by Wang Chong: "Isn't it too sudden, our dumplings are almost wrapped." ”

"What's this, bring it together, there are so many people in our family, it's not enough to eat dumplings like this."

Although Guangming was happy in his heart, he was also speechless: "Brother-in-law, can you say it in advance next time." ”

Wang Zhong smiled embarrassedly: "Don't take it as an example, don't take it as an example, don't you want to have more people together." ”

Zhang Qiao'er acted very quickly, packed a new set of clothes for Doudou, wrapped the dumplings, dough and filling, and found a carton to put it.

Wang Zhong was holding the carton, Guangming was holding Doudou, and Zhang Qiaoer was carrying a rattan basket on his shoulder, which contained clothes and socks for Doudou.

Wang Chong's car is Santana, and it cost 200,000 yuan when he bought it, this price is naturally not expensive in later generations, but it can be placed in the current salary of several hundred yuan per month, which is tantamount to a huge amount of money, and Wang Chong's courtyard house only spent more than 10,000 yuan when it was decorated.

This is also because many materials are relatively rare, and the price of customization is expensive.

Santana stopped on the road outside Taiping Hutong, which is tantamount to a beautiful scenery, which is extremely eye-catching, and there are many people around to watch.

Wang Chong used to live in Taiping Hutong, and many people knew him.

"Bingkun, you're sending it!"

"Earn a little money, a little money."

"This car has to pay for the old nose!"

"It's okay, it's okay!"

There are also jokes: "This is to take my brother-in-law over to enjoy the blessings!" ”

Wang Chongdu replied one by one: "The New Year's gathering is lively when there are many people!" ”

After getting into the car, Wang Chong breathed a sigh of relief, the neighbors were too enthusiastic and curious.

Doudou is also very curious about the car that Wang bought again, although he has also sat a few times, it can only be said that whether it is a man or a boy, there is naturally no great resistance to things such as cars and weapons.

The light word piece was on the edge of Taiping Hutong, and Wang Zhong drove the car to pick up his brother-in-law's family for Chinese New Year's Eve dinner together, and the news soon spread all over the light word piece and Taiping Hutong.

No matter what era it is, the flame of gossip will never be extinguished.

Soon the matter spread to Lao Zhou's family.

The neighbors passing by, meeting the Zhou family who went out to the toilet, and seeing Zhou Zhigang, who couldn't help but smoke and ran to the courtyard to smoke, always couldn't help but ask curiously: "I heard that Bingkun drove a car to take his brother-in-law's family to eat Chinese New Year's Eve dinner together, why didn't you go?" ”

Li Suhua listened to it, after all, she has lived with Wang Chong and Zheng Juan all these years.

But when Zhou Zhigang heard it, he only felt uncomfortable, as disgusting as swallowing a fly.

Zhou Rong is slightly better, she just disdains it and doesn't want to hear the name 'Zhou Bingkun'.

Zhou Zhigang was the most uncomfortable one, and when he heard those words, he could even imagine that Wang Chong's family and his family gathered together to eat Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, a lively scene.

But the more this is the case, the more uncomfortable Zhou Zhigang's heart becomes, and the more he feels aggrieved.

That's my eldest grandson and eldest granddaughter!