Chapter 32 Two family reunion years.
There was fog on the kitchen glass, and it looked like a piece of frosted glass from the outside. The yellow light exploded on it, and everything became a chaotic ball.
Someone wiped out a pair of clear glasses as big as eyes from the chaos, and used these eyes to look at the tube-shaped buildings outside. They were densely packed. If you use a magnifying glass to magnify an ant nest, would it look like this?
"Are the dumplings cooked?" a middle-aged man shouted.
Wang Mang looked at the stove again, opened it and saw half of the dumplings floating up, so he poured a cup of cold water next to it into it.
"Three minutes." Wang Meng said.
Wang Meng walked out of the kitchen. In the living room, his father, Wang Chengjun, was writing calligraphy at the desk. Wrinkles had formed on the top of the rice paper. Wang Meng took out a teacup and covered it with it to smooth out the paper. "Where's my mom?"
"Bedroom, your sister-in-law called." Wang Chengjun didn't even raise his head. He had just finished writing ten thousand words. There were a few freshly peeled garlic cloves lying on the table next to him.
Wang Mang glanced towards the bedroom and said nothing. His father gestured to him to look at the garlic and said, "Go and crush the garlic."
Wang Mang picked them up one by one, turned back to the kitchen, and crushed them with a garlic press. When he opened the cabinet door, he found that the vinegar bottle was empty. He opened the pot again and took a look. The dumplings were floating. He turned off the heat, walked out of the kitchen, and put on his coat.
While he was putting on his shoes, his father turned his head to look at him and asked, "Where are you going?"
"Buy vinegar."
Wang Meng closed the door. His mother Li Ping hung up the phone and came out of the bedroom, just in time to hear the conversation between the father and son.
Li Ping yelled, "It's Chinese New Year, where are you going to buy it? If there's no vinegar, then don't eat it. Why are you so stubborn?"
Father Wang didn't say anything.
Li Ping walked into the kitchen alone. "My eldest son is the best. You and my old son are so different that you can't even make a fart."
The other person continued writing without even looking up, saying, "What good is it if I don't spend the New Year with you?"
Li Ping said as she served the dumplings, "What's wrong? Isn't my eldest son promising enough? The second son may be a bit quiet, but we have these two sons, and that's a blessing from our past life."
Wang Chengjun finally finished writing the word "Xing" in his hand. He raised his head and wanted to speak, but after thinking about it, he didn't finish his words. Until he heard the sound of the dumpling bowl being put on the stove and the sound of the pot lid being closed, Wang Chengjun asked: What did Yanyan say to you when he called you?
Li Ping smiled, her voice booming: "What else can I say? I wish Mom and Dad a Happy New Year and invite them to her house. Don't you know her? She's got a sweet mouth."
Wang Chengjun said "oh" and then asked: "What about Wang Shu? Was he there when I called?"
Li Ping brought out the dumplings and placed them in front of the table. He thought for a moment: "Isn't he here?" He really hadn't heard anything.
Wang Chengjun thought for a while, but couldn't come up with anything; so he picked up the chopsticks and picked up a dumpling and put it into his bowl.
Li Ping smiled and asked: "Aren't you going to wait for your son? Do you want to eat first?"
"Let me try it." He picked up the bowl, picked up the chopsticks, and put it in his mouth. He was burned and spit out a fifty-cent coin from it.
Li Ping saw it and said, "Okay, next year will be your best blessing."
Li Ping's cell phone rang again. She picked it up and Wang Chengjun asked: Who is it?
Li Ping picked up the magnifying glass and took a look: The agent said he wished us a happy family during our first Spring Festival in Beijing.
Li Ping pressed the voice button and said with a smile: Xiao Wen, happy family, happy family, a harmonious family brings prosperity!
Only after the voice message was sent out did Wang Chengjun turn around and finally ask Li Ping, "Do you think it's really safe to register our house worth seven or eight million yuan under the name of a woman we don't even know?"
Li Ping took off her reading glasses and placed them on the coffee table. "My eldest son said safety is safety."
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On New Year's Eve, few shops were open. Wang Mang walked along the street along the gate of the community before he finally saw Convenience Bee. As soon as Wang Mang walked in, the convenience store's opening music sounded.
The girl who was lying on the table eating frozen dumplings stood up and looked at him, but Wang Mang didn't look in that direction. He walked straight to the shelf, took the bottle of Shanxi vinegar and put it on the counter, then took out his mobile phone from his pocket to scan the money.
Wang Mang extended the QR code, but there was no movement from the other side. He looked up and found that the person standing opposite him was Yuan Xin.
The two of them were stunned for three seconds, and Yuan Xin said: Happy New Year.
Wang Mang pushed the vinegar bottle forward and said, "Check out."
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Wang Mang walked out of the convenience store holding a bottle of vinegar and strode towards home. At the door of the convenience store behind him, Yuan Xin pushed open the glass door and walked out.
Yuan Xin said: Wang Meng, wait a moment!
Wang Mang stopped and turned around to look at her.
Yuan Xin said: I didn’t know you lived nearby, I just found a job casually.
Wang Mang didn't understand why she suddenly said this and asked: So what?
Yuan Xin said: So, don’t treat me as a stalker!
Wang Mang was speechless: I can’t.
Yuan Xin seemed oblivious to Wang Mang's expression of indifference, and began to chatter again: "I've told you before, I don't have much education, and my parents died early. In my situation, I'd either be a waiter or a broker. I think being able to work at a convenience store is pretty good! I've always been content."
It was a bit cold outside, and Wang Mang's knuckles were white from gripping the vinegar bottle. Yuan Xin was not wearing a coat, only a thin sweater, and was shivering from the cold.
When Wang Mang spoke, there was white breath coming out of his breath: Where you work has nothing to do with me. I won’t treat you as a stalker. I want to go back.
Yuan Xin asked with a smile: Will you come here again next time?
Wang Mang didn't say anything. He rarely looked into people's eyes when talking, and this time he was too embarrassed to look into Yuan Xin's fiery eyes, so he glanced at the short hair beside her face. He remembered that the last time he had a fever, his hair only reached his face. This time her hair seemed to be longer than last time, reaching her mouth, but she was thinner, and the tight sweater seemed to highlight the outline of her collarbone.
Yuan Xin said again: I haven’t finished what I said to you last time.
Wang Mang asked: What did you say?
Yuan Xin took a step forward and said bravely: I said, it has always been me who has been chatting with you.
Wang Mang nodded: You said it last time.
Yuan Xin noticed his embarrassment: I know that when you can't react, you stay calm by keeping silent, so you won't make mistakes.
Wang Mang was stunned and asked slowly: Can I leave now?
Yuan Xin had a nonchalant expression: You have a high IQ, but low EQ.
Wang Mang didn't want to hear her anymore and asked: It's really cold, how long are you going to talk?
Yuan Xin took out a small cake from behind her. The box had a red firecracker pattern on it, and inside was brownie chocolate.
Yuan Xin said: Thank you for taking me to the hospital last time.
Wang Mang held the vinegar bottle indifferently and said: I don’t want it.
Yuan Xin didn't allow him to refuse, so she pulled his other hand that was not holding the vinegar and placed the cake in his palm.
Yuan Xin said: I know, you are just shy, after all, this is online dating.
Wang Mangan was confused by this word and asked: What?
Yuan Xin said: Online dating is called online dating, so shouldn’t online friendships be called online dating?
Wang Mangan was even more speechless: Haven’t you thought that these four words should be abbreviated to “netizens”?
Yuan Xin was stunned for a moment, then giggled and said: The weather was too cold, I didn’t react for a while.
Yuan Xin stood on tiptoe and patted Wang Mang's shoulder: Okay, I have to go back to work, you go back and eat your cake. Next time you see me, don't be so stiff, after all, we are close friends.
Without waiting for his reply, Yuan Xin turned around and ran away.
When Wang Mang walked to the trash can with the cake, he hesitated for a moment, thought about it, and decided to take it back home.
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Shen Qingqing's grandfather's home is in Nanshan. Early in the morning of the New Year, the couple was woken up by Shen Qiwen to go and pay New Year's greetings to their grandfather.
At this moment, Wang Shu was driving the car, Chen Qingqing was sitting in the passenger seat, and Chen Hua was sitting in the back seat. They drove to the supermarket downstairs. Shen Qiwen was standing on the side of the road with gifts all around his feet. Wang Shu quickly parked the car and went down to help move them.
After Chen Qiwen got in the car, he looked around and saw that Jiang Yong was not in the car. He asked, "Why isn't Xiaoyong here? I wanted to bring him to join in the fun. Qingqing, Yufei, do you remember? My uncle's sister doesn't have a boyfriend yet, but she will be coming today too."
Wang Shu said: Dad, Jiang Yong didn't want to disturb us when we were visiting relatives, so he went shopping by himself.
Chen Qiwen said "oh" and said, "let's talk about it next time. Things like marriage still require fate."
Wang Shu nodded in agreement.
Chen Hua asked again: "What car did Xiaoyong drive when he went out for a stroll? I see your Alphard is still there."
Chen Qingqing said: I drove our grocery shopping car, that Volkswagen.
Before Chen Hua could say anything, Shen Qiwen got anxious: "You let the customer drive the grocery cart? You're really good at that! Do you have any manners?"
Shen Qingqing was scolded to the point of being a little confused, and said: How troublesome it is to drive Alphard, it is not easy to park.
Shen Qiwen said: Then let him drive our Maybach, and we can just drive Alpha. It’s not like grandpa’s house doesn’t have a garage.
Shen Qingqing said: “Ah, I didn’t think about this, it’s okay, Dad, Jiang Yong won’t be picky about us.
Shen Qiwen said: It is his business if he is not picky, and it is our upbringing for us to do our best.
The whole car suddenly fell silent. Wang Shu thought for a moment and turned on the car radio.
There was no traffic jam on the first day of the Lunar New Year, but the roads in the city center were too narrow and all one-way, so Wang Shu was a little confused as a driver.
Shen Qiwen leaned out from the back to check the road ahead, giving his son-in-law instructions while complaining, "Your grandfather should have moved out of Nanshan sooner rather than later. That old house is so old it's almost dangerous. He's always arguing with the neighbors, who call him a nouveau riche with no manners. I don't understand. It's just a house, why does he need a good family background? It's not a military compound."
Wang Shu finally got over that difficult period and asked Shen Qiwen: Dad, grandpa is almost 80 years old, right?
Chen Qiwen: Almost eighty? Your grandpa is eighty-five! Think about it, your mom and I are fifty-six, and Uncle Qingqing is sixty-five.
Chen Hua rarely responded: "Do you think that people only have three stages: youth, middle age, and old age?" That's why I always can't remember the ages of my elders.
Wang Shu smiled and said: Yes, Mom.
Chen Hua asked: Wang Shu, how old will your parents be after the Chinese New Year?
Wang Shu said: They gave birth to me early. Although I am older than Qingqing, my parents are also 56 years old.
"How is my brother doing in school?" Chen Hua asked?
Wang Shu modestly said, "He passed the entrance exam in Beijing last year. I originally wanted him to apply to Shanghai Jiao Tong University, but after all, it is easier to get a hukou in Shanghai than in Beijing. Otherwise, he will be an outsider for the rest of his life, and it will be difficult to start a family and a career in the future."
Chen Qingqing was still feeling awkward under Chen Qiwen's education, but she finally found a topic to talk about: her younger brother was studying at Peking University in Beijing.
Shen Qiwen's eyes lit up: My younger brother is really awesome. Next time we invite him to visit our home, we will give him a red envelope.
When Shen Qingqing heard this, she couldn't help but burst out laughing, turned her head and glanced at Wang Shu. Wang Shu also saw her and took the initiative to look away.
What Shen Qingqing was thinking was, if you want to go to my house, you have to report it long in advance, so why would you come here?
As soon as they entered the yard of the detached villa in Nanshan, my grandfather's nanny began to complain to Shen Qiwen: "Mr. Shen, you had a fight with your neighbor again yesterday, and I really couldn't stop him. I threw my crutches along the fence into other people's houses."
Shen Qingqing and Chen Hua handed their coats to the nanny and went upstairs first, leaving Wang Shu, Shen Qiwen and the nanny to continue chatting in the living room.
The nanny said: I have also tried to persuade him, but your old man just speaks rudely and insists that people kneel down in front of him. I have been thinking recently that I can’t take care of him by myself.
Shen Qiwen sighed and said: "Okay, okay, wait until Uncle Qingqing comes, and then we'll discuss whether we should find someone to serve him..."
Shen Qiwen turned to look at Wang Shu and said: You go up first, Dad will talk to Aunt Zhang for a few more words.
Wang Shu said okay, then stood up and walked upstairs. Grandpa's room was at the corner on the second floor. He stood at the door, adjusted his expression, put on a flattering smile, then pushed the door open. Just as he was about to speak, a teacup flew towards him and broke in front of his forehead. Wang Shu lowered his head and saw blood on the ground.
He raised his head again and saw his grandfather looking at him. His grandfather obviously didn't expect that he could hit his grandson-in-law by throwing something casually.
Shen Qingqing screamed, rushed over to support Wang Shu, turned around and yelled at her grandfather, "What are you doing? I told you not to throw things, don't throw things."
Grandpa was a little embarrassed, but he had been so domineering at home over the years that he couldn't say an apology. He simply stood by the window, not looking at the people in the room, but at the birds outside, his face livid. Chen Hua didn't dare to blame his father, and the four of them froze in the bedroom. Shen Qingqing frantically touched Wang Shu's head. Wang Shu was a little confused and comforted Shen Qingqing, "It's okay, it's okay, it's a small matter."
Shen Qingqing suddenly reacted, ran out the door, and shouted “Dad, Dad!”
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