Chapter 372 Sister Ying got a promotion!
That day, Song Ying returned to the alley humming a song. When Grandpa Li in the convenience store at the alley saw her come back, he smiled at her.
"Grandpa Li, you look so happy!"
"Ah, happy, happy." Grandpa Li nodded.
Song Ying smiled and whispered, "Of course the old man is happy. His grandson and his wife are capable and filial. Now he will be able to hold his great-grandson in his arms soon..."
As she thought about it, she pushed open the gate.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The explosion startled Song Ying, followed by cheers and applause from the entire yard.
Song Ying looked carefully and saw that everyone was there.
Huang Ling's family of three, Yiming and his wife, and Lin Wufeng also came back.
Dongzhe was working hard to step on the small balloons scattered on the ground. Xiaoting saw that he was not very efficient, so she went to help.
While running, the balloon was carried away. The two of them were in a panic and finally bumped into each other, making everyone laugh.
There were two ropes tied to the trees and the wall in the yard, with ribbons and colorful lights hung on the ropes for festive costume parties. The lights were lit when she pushed open the gate.
In the afterglow, the little lights flickered, lovely and warm.
"Welcome home, Deputy Director Song!" Huang Ling shouted first.
"Sister Ling!" Song Ying felt a little embarrassed.
Then Lin Wufeng handed over the bouquet. Although it was a bouquet of plastic flowers, it was very popular in that era. Mr. Lin also picked an elegant style and tied it with a ribbon. It was very beautiful.
"Why are you back too?"
"I rushed back as soon as I received your call. This is a big deal." Lin Wufeng said with a smile.
Song Ying received the official appointment in the morning. She couldn't keep it a secret, so she called Huang Ling and Lin Wufeng.
Lin Wufeng didn't say anything on the phone, but after hanging up the phone, he explained the things at hand and rushed to the city.
Unexpectedly, when he got home, Huang Ling and Yiming had already started decorating the yard.
Everyone was very busy, but they still put down what they were doing to celebrate for Song Ying.
Dongzhe handed a newspaper to Song Ying and pointed at a small square.
"This is Xiaoting's article 'My Aunt,' and the prototype is you!"
"Ah! I..." Song Ying looked delighted.
Dongzhe held up the newspaper and said, "Let me read you the introduction. This is an excellent high school essay, with vivid and rich characters..."
Song Ying looked at the article carefully, her mouth grinning from ear to ear, holding Xiaoting's hand, and was speechless for a long time.
Lin Wufeng patted his son and said, "You are really good at offering gifts to Buddha!"
"No, Dad, although Xiaoting was the main author of this article, the plot also needed my suggestions! I was fanning her with water while she was writing, and I even helped her mail the submission letter after she finished. I did a very crucial job!"
Dongzhe counted the amount of work he had done on his fingers, which made everyone laugh.
It was a clear and cool autumn day, and the meal we prepared was small wontons with fresh meat. We made them while wrapping them and put them in the pot, and then ate them in the yard.
Zhou Huaiyi brought some good wine and drank with Lin Wufeng.
He sighed, "Oh, these wontons remind me of the year I first met you. Time flies! It's already been six or seven years. The children were only a few years old back then, only as tall as the backs of this chair, and now they've caught up with us!"
Lin Wufeng nodded. "Yes! Ever since we moved into this courtyard and became neighbors with Sister Ling, our lives have completely changed. Come, let me toast to you two!"
Yiming raised his teacup and said, "I also want to pay my respects to the elders. Without you, there would be no Li Yiming today."
He doesn't drink alcohol because he is afraid that the pregnant Yang Qiuyan can't stand the smell of alcohol on him.
Yang Qiuyan had already finished a bowl of wontons and switched to rice to continue eating.
"Qiuyan is better than Huailan. She can eat and sleep well. We were worried about Huailan eating something in the first three months." Huang Ling said with a smile.
"Yes, it's better to suffer less." Aunt Li looked at her daughter-in-law with a smile on her face.
After dinner, everyone sat and chatted, feeling relaxed and happy.
Zhang A-mei returned home after dark. Through the hole in the wall, she saw the festive decorations in the house and curled her lips.
The next person to go home was Wu Jianguo, who had just returned from his part-time job at the furniture factory. He was covered in sawdust and looked exhausted.
Seeing the yard full of people, he brushed off the sawdust on his body and knocked on the gate.
Lin Wufeng went to open the door. Having not seen Wu Jianguo for a long time, Lin Wufeng was a little surprised. He asked:
"Old Wu, you're back so late!"
"Director Lin is back too, Song Ying, congratulations! From now on, I'll call you Deputy Director Song."
"Old Wu, we are just some acquaintances, don't be so polite." Song Ying replied.
Wu Jianguo smiled awkwardly, then walked out and headed home.
"Come and have some tea after dinner and sit down for a while!" Lin Wufeng said politely behind him.
"Thank you, Director Lin. I'm too tired, so I won't come. I'll eat and go to bed early."
"Oh, okay, then you should go to bed early." Lin Wufeng responded and closed the door.
When Wu Jianguo returned home, Zhang Amei was cooking, so he asked:
"Xiao Min didn't come back"
"The room is so small, you can't tell whether she is here or not!" Zhang A'mei said unhappily.
"You don't go to work, you're not home all day, and you don't look for a job. It would be bad if a girl didn't go home so late, and people would talk about it." Wu Jianguo sighed.
Mentioning work touched Zhang A-mei's sore spot, and she threw the spatula into the pot:
"You don't want to eat, right?"
Wu Jianguo shook his head: "She's your daughter anyway, if you think it's nothing, then it's nothing."
Zhang A-mei didn't want to mention Zhang Min. She asked, "What good news is there at Song Ying's house that would warrant such decorations?"
"I read the factory announcement today. Song Ying has become an official. She is now the deputy director of the trade union." Wu Jianguo told her.
Zhang A-mei was shocked: "She is the only one who can be the deputy director"
"Why not? You don't know that he went to night school." Wu Jianguo lowered his voice.
"She hid it quite well. I'm afraid it was Huang Ling who told her. Huang Ling is so familiar with Director Lin. She knew that only by attending night school and getting a diploma would she be eligible to move up the ladder, so she went to study secretly. She was afraid that others would find out." Zhang A'mei's face was full of disdain, but she couldn't suppress the sourness in her heart.
She didn't know that the reason why Song Ying didn't say it was very simple. She was afraid that she would not be able to read it and would be laughed at.
"She is definitely not the only one who knows about it. Not many people can finish reading it. Besides, you can't become deputy director just by attending night school. There are other assessments. Don't talk nonsense." Wu Jianguo explained.
Zhang A-mei rolled her eyes at him and asked, "Isn't that a salary increase?"
"That's a few levels lower!"
Zhang A-mei gritted her teeth and said angrily, "God is so blind! People who are idle all day long are getting raises, but those of you who work yourself to death in the workshop don't get any."
Wu Jianguo said hurriedly, "Stop talking! Song Ying is a good person!"
"She's a good person. Go and ask her for help. Will she help you?" Zhang A'mei sneered.
"You! I can't talk to you."
Wu Jianguo came out of the kitchen and squatted in the yard to smoke. When he looked up, he saw the flashing colorful lights in Song Ying's yard and felt extremely envious.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
