After washing up, the brothers, big and small, squeezed on the kang and chatted about this and that, and gradually they all found Zhou Gong to chat about.
The next morning, the Ping An brothers, who had woken up early for exercise, opened Mao Minghui's gift and discovered it first. They looked at four pairs of handmade cotton shoes, three with animal-embroidered insoles, and the delicate stitching...
Wuyi laughed and said, "This is intended for our home decoration. It's so beautiful, who would dare to wear it?"
"No wonder my aunt likes my cousin's wife so much. She's very good, very clever and skillful."
Ping An's dimples rarely appeared and he nodded in agreement. Although his cooking skills couldn't compare to their mother's, the thought was enough to make up for it.
From these words, the three brothers looked at each other with smiles on their faces. This gift really touched the hearts of the three brothers as Zhang Ziwen had said to comfort his wife.
We agreed last night that we didn't need to see each other off, but after the three brothers had eaten the dumplings made by Zhang's mother early in the morning, several close friends and relatives came anyway...
As the younger generation, the three Ping'an brothers felt quite embarrassed that even the parents-in-law of Zhang Meili and her sister had gathered in the courtyard to see them off. When they saw Zhao Dashan and his wife, who had come hand in hand in the cold weather before daybreak, they became even more frightened.
Fortunately, the time to set off has arrived.
But the farewell was so reluctant, and the atmosphere made Zhang's mother cry again.
At the gate, Ping'an held Zhang's hand, listened to his grandfather's careful instructions, and nodded from time to time.
The brothers Liuyi and Wuyi grabbed Zhang's mother's hands, one on each side, and said, "Grandma, we won't force you to go back with us this time. When the weather gets warmer, you and my grandfather must come to see us."
"Okay..." Mother Zhang was speechless, unable to speak, and could only nod. Her beloved grandson was gone, and she wouldn't be able to see him again for a long time.
No one would nag her and her old man every night to remind them to soak their feet, and no child would secretly give her a chicken leg from her arms at such a young age...
"Grandma, you won't be pretty if you're sad anymore. You should eat more at home and stay healthy. In two years, when I'm older, I'll take you out to play."
Compared to the sweet words on May Day, Children's Day is much more serious.
After his brother finished speaking, he said seriously: "Grandma, Brother Xizi and the others are your grandchildren, and so are we. Come and see us when you are free. Not only do we miss you, but my parents miss you too. Every time my mother eats something delicious, she always complains about you. I don't know what you are eating now."
Zhang's mother was speechless with tears in her eyes after hearing what he said. She had no choice but to pull them to the front of the already started car. She took a deep breath and forced a smile, saying, "Okay, good children, go back and listen to your parents. Tell your parents that your grandfather and I are doing well, and don't let them worry."
As she pushed her two grandchildren into the car, Zhang's mother whispered, "Tell your dad to stop sending me money and things. This time, you three brothers bought a lot of good things for grandma, enough for your grandpa and I to use for a long time. When you get home, tell your dad to save some money and say it was grandma's order. Remember?"
Father Zhang held Ping'an in his arms and followed them. Looking at his two little grandsons who nodded repeatedly, he touched the hats on their heads one by one and said, "Don't wander around outside. Be sure to stay close to your Uncle Wang and the others on the road. Tell your father not to work too hard. Your grandmother and I have everything we need back home. Tell him to take good care of himself."
After hearing this, the three Ping'an brothers bowed to Zhang's father and mother, moved their lips, and finally got into the car under the urging of Zhao Dashan and others. Thousands of words were said in this bow, but even Zhang's father shed tears.
As the car turned, accelerated, and disappeared, Zhao Dashan patted Zhang Dad's shoulder. Sometimes, even though you can't see, you get used to being far away, and your heart still holds you close.
But after spending nearly half a month together, how could Zhang Dad, the grandfather, bear to see such well-behaved and smart children leave?
Not to mention Brother Zhang, he also wished this was his own grandson. Brother Zheng, you know, you really got a great deal...
In the Beijing compound, starting from the evening of that day, the Zhou family received telegrams one after another: one from Zhang Dad, one from Zhao Chuangguang, and one from Huang Xiaomi.
Zhou Jiao wasn't surprised by the first two letters. But Huang Xiaomi's brief message: "I've entrusted it to someone. Please pick it up at 5:00 PM the day after tomorrow."
After seeing the content, she realized that the children were in a hurry to get back and their working hours had been interrupted by Huang Xiaomi's. This cousin was as thoughtful as ever.
The warmth of these friends and family comforted her increasingly cold heart. People are not plants or trees, and there are always good people.
The kids are back...
Not only the whole family was happy about this news, but even Aunt Chen was laughing all night long.
In her words, she would always feel uneasy if there were no three little adults in the house coming in and out and calling her Grandma Chen.
Aunt Chen was so happy that she was overjoyed. The first telegram came before the family got off work. She was so happy that she forgot to notify everyone first. She hurried into the warehouse to see if there was anything the children liked to eat.
As for the remaining few, not to mention Miao Lishan who was always excited.
"I'm finally back. I haven't enjoyed anything lately. It's okay at other times, but during the New Year, who wouldn't have kids running around?"
As she spoke, she glanced at her son-in-law, and seemed to feel that what she said was inappropriate. She smiled apologetically at Zhang Guoqing and explained, "When I get home from get off work, either you are in a meeting outside, or Jiaojiao is reading silently. When I go to the old lady's house, the children are crying and making a fuss. I miss them so much."
Zhou Jiao looked at her speechlessly. Was there any need to be so exaggerated? If she missed her child, she should just say she missed her child. Why didn't she blame herself?
If her memory hadn't faded, she would still remember that she would go out of her way to accompany her mother every night to have a cup of coffee, drink red wine, and play some music, just because she was worried that she would be bored.
Zhou Xiaozheng, who was standing by, had the foresight to immediately lower his head and sip his tea, smiling without saying a word since his wife started talking.
Zhang Guoqing was even unable to comfort his mother-in-law. He glanced at his calm father-in-law and could only pour tea for his mother-in-law in silence.
But he did feel a little guilty towards his mother-in-law.
In the past, his mother-in-law was quite active. She was either leading tour groups abroad or traveling extensively, or she would occasionally go to the Friendship Store, big hotels, and Western restaurants to kill time.
Now, he is more and more confined to his home, and even his monthly salary is taken away by his wife. Of course, his life is not easy, even his father-in-law...
Hehe, everyone is being targeted.
But what can they do? That person is not only their own daughter, but also his beloved wife.
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