Zhang Liang and Zhang Hao's families had the New Year's Eve dinner together this year, and the children in the family also gathered together to chat, but Zhang Jiayu was really bored with the two kids.
"Brother Jiacheng, why don't we invite Sister Mo Yan to our house for dinner? After all, there are two of them, and it will be more lively."
"Besides, they also sent me New Year gifts. It's normal to exchange gifts."
Zhang Jiacheng sat beside Niuniu with his arms around her and gave her a chicken leg. "Mo Yan is having New Year's Eve dinner with Uncle Hao and Doctor Pei today. I asked him a long time ago."
Zhang Liang drank the wine in his mouth and made a sound of "tsk tsk tsk". "That girl is going to take care of Uncle Hao in his old age, so naturally they will eat together. I guess when she leaves, Uncle Hao will leave too."
Hu Lai understood why: "Is Uncle Hao from our village? Why does he need the factory director to take care of his old age? Are they relatives?"
Zhang Jiacheng shook his head at her.
He only had a vague understanding of the problem, and his father didn't explain it very clearly either.
After Zhang Hao finished the wine in his glass, he began to talk about the forgotten events of the past in a sporadic manner.
"In fact, it started a few years ago. Uncle Hao's mother was a servant of the Feng family since she was a child. She followed the master all the way around the country and later became his personal housekeeper.
Then Uncle Hao was born, and became the master's personal butler. Later, when the master and his mistress fought a war and worked as underground workers, Uncle Hao and Aunt Li were the ones who handled the open business.
Later, the situation was under control and all businesses were closed. Uncle Hao and Aunt Li also joined the revolution. No one knows what they experienced in those years.
Later, due to special reasons, the two returned to the village to retire. Even when someone from above came to invite them, they did not leave. It was not until Mo Yan came here that Uncle Hao smiled a little.
Uncle Hao could have saved his own child, but because he was afraid of affecting the revolution, his own child died before he could be treated.
This is why the villagers never mention this matter. In fact, even if he has no children, there will be someone to take care of him in his old age and see him to the end of his life. This is the tradition of our village. ”
These are what the elders in the family used to tell us, but they don’t know much at their current age.
People who hear it here think it means "封" (feudal), while "놊" means "丰" (harvest).
"No wonder Uncle Hao attaches so much importance to the safety of the factory. He is the one who picks up Mo Yan when he comes back from going out. It turns out that he is a family member."
In the past. This kind of family-born child is indeed the most trusted person, with submission in his bones. What's more, Hao Han is a sworn brother of Feng Gan's relatives, and treats Feng Moyan like his own granddaughter.
"It's fine if our family members know about this. If no one outside knows about the Feng family, we'll just assume that we know about it."
"As long as our children have a good relationship with Mo Yan, we don't have to worry about their future. Her words can save the children from taking a few years of detours.
Remember, never do bad things, our ancestors all owe a debt of gratitude to the Jifeng family. ”
Zhang Hao warned his family with a tense expression that the relationship he hoped to maintain with great effort was destroyed because of someone's selfishness.
Feng Moyan looked at the red hot pot in the pot and the greasy chicken soup, and wanted to eat them both.
Wu Yunting saw what she was thinking and directly gave her a bowl of chicken soup: "Drink it, I've tasted it and it tastes just right."
Today, Wu Yunting sat with a few masters, drinking glass after glass of wine, and Feng Moyan did not stop him.
After all, he has to accept the test of his elders. But it is not that easy to marry her.
"Yun Ting, I heard that your family are all soldiers, and they are all high-ranking. Do they want to leave Mo Yan alone? This marriage is not your own idea, your family must know it!"
Wu Yunting almost choked on his wine: "Uncle Master, the truth is, my dad gave the betrothal gift to Mo Yan some time ago. Our family knows about Mo Yan's existence, and I reported the marriage to the organization."
Pei Zhengyi looked at the little girl who knew she was eating and felt a little worried. Why would she accept the betrothal gift?
"This child has been well behaved since he was young. I watched him grow up. Now that he has grown up like this, he has lived up to my cultivation."
"Although she has no relatives at home, I am her mother's senior brother, so I am her family. Don't bully her because of this. She will have a home to return to in the future."
Han Yong drank a glass of wine and narrowed his eyes: "Who said the little girl has no family? Am I her family? When I go back, I will give all those things to the girl, and those bastards won't want any of them."
Hao Han glared at him and said, "I'm still alive. Mo Yan was entrusted to me by her parents. I am her family. You still have a daughter who is not easy to mess with. That's why we want you."
Feng Moyan giggled, it was great that there was still someone who loved her.
"Master, Grandpa Han, Grandpa Hao, you are all worrying about the wrong things. Grandpa Wu is still worried that I will get married. Let his grandson come to accompany me during the New Year."
"He and I are very good friends. We are going to get married when I turn eight. You must help me get married!"
Wu Yunting's eyes lit up. This was the first time the little girl admitted this in front of her family. The little girl's birthday was in February, which meant that they could get married in February 1975.
It is possible to be excited in your heart, and you will happily toast to all the elders and drink actively.
Grandma Li patted her shoulder and said, "Hurry up and eat. I think they'll have something to talk about after drinking."
"Your Grandpa Hao and I don't have children in this lifetime, so we'll all depend on you in the future. We'll go wherever you go, so don't think we're annoying."
Feng Moyan lowered his head and his tears fell to the ground and disappeared. He raised his head with tears in his eyes: "How could it be? My courtyard in the capital is very big, and many people can live there. That way it will be lively."
"I have a courtyard house near the military compound. We will live there. Even if I get married, I can get home in a few minutes. No one will dare to bully me."
Han Yong was drunk, still chewing a piece of chicken: "Remember to leave a room for me. I will live in your place after I retire."
Pei Zhengyi wanted to raise his hand, but looking at his son's expression, he put it down and secretly discussed it with his son.
"Yes, let's move our home to another place and move there. It's more lively here."
Pei Yusheng glared at Wu Yunting. He originally had some concerns about his sister, but seeing that she was getting better and better and this man was taking good care of her, he let go of his concerns.
To be honest, in my current situation, I am totally unworthy of her, so I'd better destroy the current relationship.
"Okay, I'll prepare it when I return to Beijing, and I promise to satisfy you."
The others had the same idea and looked at each other and then at Feng Moyan.
"That girl Yan, we are childless. We can live with you and we will pay for your food. It's mainly because it's too boring to live alone. This way, I can have company with the two old people."
Feng Moyan was a little confused. These people looked like simple people, so how could they be childless?
Zhang Yonghua, a professor in the Department of Physics at Peking University, is in his 50s. His wife died when he was young. He has been devoted to physics research all his life and has never thought about personal issues.
Zou Hanwen, a professor at the Agricultural University, is 55 years old but looks young.
This time he was reported by his own students, his research was taken over by others, his wife was murdered, and even his only grandson was killed. He was truly a lonely man.
One is the calligrapher Qin Zhihua, who is only 40 years old and exudes the aura of an artist.
The reason for his demotion was very funny. Just because his painting showed his dissatisfaction with those people, he was brought here. It was really unfair.
He is a bachelor. When he was young, he went abroad for further studies and wanted to get married. However, his mind was full of romanticism and unrestrained thoughts, and he did not find a suitable person.
"Then my home will become a nursing home. But this also has its advantages. Someone will take care of my children."
Grandma Li tapped her forehead and said, "You are so shy. Which girl would talk about giving birth so frankly?"
Wu Yunting's ears turned red. It turned out that she had really considered their future and even thought about having children. Then could he...
Forget it, let’s talk about it next year!
This thing can just pass through the mind, the reality is too likely to be true... He is helpless!
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