As Qiu Jingwen watched her son and daughter playing mischievously beside her, tears instantly welled up in her eyes.
What a blissful moment!
What a warm and cozy home this is!
Moreover, this kind of happiness and warmth is not something new.
Qiu Yue and Qiu Chan often played around him, making him feel that he, Qiu Jingwen, was the happiest father in the world.
But,
His heart clenched again at the thought of his son mentioning the man with the scar on his face.
"Alright, alright, you two siblings, stop fooling around. Have you finished your homework?"
As Qiu Jingwen spoke, he stood up from the bed.
Autumn Harvest Path:
"Dad, of course I've done my homework."
Even the cicadas seemed to be trying to win favor.
"Dad, I've finished my homework too."
In those days, students didn't have the heavy burden of academic work as they do later.
In the 1970s, schools had three classes in the morning and only two in the afternoon, and teachers didn't assign much homework.
Both Qiu Chan and Qiu Shou were students at a school for children of workers; after finishing their homework, they would play.
Unlike those rural children who have to help their families gather pig feed and firewood after school.
On Sundays, in the summer heat, people would go to the river to catch fish and shrimp, crabs and eels to satisfy their cravings.
Just then, Jiang Yuping called out towards the bedroom:
"Dad, what are you arguing with the child about? Everyone's out eating."
Although Jiang Yuping was in the kitchen, cooking and chatting with her best friend Wei Hong, she still heard the noise coming from the bedroom.
It must be said that this is a very happy and warm family.
When her children were still very young, Jiang Yuping felt some pressure. But as they grew up, started working, and went to school, Jiang Yuping felt that she was the happiest mother in the world. Moreover, all five of her children were good-looking and talented, making them an enviable family in the entire Hongqi Factory.
Seven or eight dishes were already laid out on the table, and with Wei Hong's help, the bowls and chopsticks were already set out.
After everyone sat down, Qiu Jingwen took a bottle of wine and poured Wei Hong a full glass.
"Your husband Xiao is away on a business trip, otherwise we could have invited him over for a couple of drinks."
After putting down the wine bottle, Qiu Jingwen looked at Wei Hong and said.
Wei Hongchao smiled gently at the autumn scenery.
"Old Qiu, when Lao Xiao comes home, I'll cook a few dishes and invite your whole family over. You can have a few drinks with Lao Xiao."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Yuping quickly picked up the conversation:
"Wei Hong, why go to your house? Let your husband, Lao Xiao, come to our house for a drink, isn't that the same?"
Comparatively speaking, Wei Hong and Lao Xiao have more freedom. They only have one son, Wei Bin, who is not around.
Their son, Wei Bin, worked at a military factory in Lanzhou, so Wei Hong and Xiao Jianhua lived together as a couple at the Hongqi Factory.
Three adults were drinking, while three children were eating.
As Wei Hong drank, she looked around with an expression full of envy.
“Yuping, Lao Qiu, your family has moved to a bigger house. It’s much more spacious now than before, unlike Lao Xiao and me, who can only live in a 50-square-meter house.”
Qiu Jingwen remained silent, but Jiang Yuping responded with a smile.
“Wei Hong, this house is much bigger than before, but we have so many children that it’s still not enough room for everyone. So, our eldest son, Qiu Yang, has moved to the single dormitory. He comes back sometimes to visit and have a meal before leaving again.”
Yes, Jiang Yuping is right. Even a large house is still not enough to live in.
In fact, when Qiu Jingwen and Jiang Yuping got married, they were only allocated a small apartment, which was less than 50 square meters in size.
He is now the workshop director, a section-level cadre. Two years ago, he moved to a 96-square-meter four-room apartment. After all, he has five children, so the housing is still quite tight. His eldest son, Qiuyang, who is 22 years old, moved to the single dormitory after starting work at the factory. His eldest daughter, Qiuyue, who is 19 years old, and his youngest son, Qiushou, live in one room, while his second daughter, Qiushui, and his third daughter, Qiuchan, live in another room.
At first, they slept in the same bed, but as the children grew older, Qiu Jingwen bought them bunk beds.
Soon, the three children finished their meal and put down their chopsticks.
Qiushou put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth, and looked at his parents.
"Mom and Dad, Auntie, you go ahead and eat. My sister and I are going downstairs to play for a while."
To everyone's surprise, as soon as he finished speaking, Qiu Jingwen's face darkened, and he shouted at his son:
"No, stay home! You're not allowed to go anywhere today."
Qiu Jingwen's loud voice and serious expression surprised both Jiang Yuping and Wei Hong.
Especially during the autumn harvest and the autumn cicadas, they all stared wide-eyed at the autumn scenery.
Qiu Shou's stubbornness seemed to come out, and he looked up at his father.
"Dad, I just want to go out and play! You can't even play during the holidays! I'll just play in the dormitory area, I'm not going anywhere else."
As he spoke, he was about to open the door.
Without thinking, Qiu Jingwen grabbed Qiu Shou and slapped his son across the face.
"Snap."
The sound is crisp.
Five finger marks instantly appeared on Qiu Shou's face.
Everyone at the table was stunned.
At this moment, time and space seemed to freeze completely.
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