What a heavy snow!
Flakes of heavy snow fluttered in the air and fell slowly and silently, landing on the hat on the head and on the snow on the ground.
The snow piles on the road were as high as one meter, and the wind was extremely strong. It took Zhang Dad an hour to walk from his home to the post office, which should have only taken fifteen minutes.
He smiled self-deprecatingly, fully armed. He must be getting old and confused. Why didn't he wait any longer? He really thought he was as strong as he was back then.
It snowed heavily from early morning that day. When he woke up in the morning, all he could see was white. Even the roads on the street were covered. He should have listened to his wife's advice.
It's really tiring, and of course what's even more tiring is that I personally refused my eldest son to come back for the New Year.
——How long has it been since you last saw your child?
My old son, he also wants to see me.
Looking at the children playing in the community, are they slipping and sliding?
What is this!
His little five was riding an ice sled on the frozen river. The speed was so fast that he had mastered it when he was five years old. The speed was so fast that he could fly.
Snowball fight?
As for his son Xiaowu, he had been beating the kids from several nearby villages until they surrendered and fled. But even so, every year when it snowed heavily, many kids would still come looking for this brat to play with.
Seeing her husband finally return, Zhang's mother was both angry and amused. This damn old man was getting more and more outrageous. She wanted to send a telegram, but she couldn't delay until the street was cleared.
It will be later if it’s later!
She patted her husband with a broom and asked, "What's wrong? How many times did you fall?"
Father Zhang took the broom and swept the snow off his body. He took off his coat and hat, opened the door curtain, and went into the living room before answering: "I'm not a child, how could I fall?"
"Just be stubborn!"
Having said that, Zhang's mother immediately took the ginger soup from the stove and handed it to him. If he really freezes, he will have to serve himself!
"How much did it cost?"
Father Zhang paused, finished the ginger soup in his mouth, wiped his mouth, and exhaled a sigh of relief. "It didn't cost much. I'll let Xiaowu focus on his work. When the weather warms up, you and I will go see him."
"Haha, that's right, otherwise this silly son..." Before she could finish her words, Zhang's mother suddenly realized, "What? Such a long sentence, how much will it cost?"
"Hey, I just filled it out and said official business is my priority, and when the weather warms up, my parents will go to Beijing. Listen, there aren't many words, right?"
Zhang's mother rolled her eyes at him. "You've already started lying to your son, who knows if you'll lie to yourself?" But since the matter was settled and her son really wasn't coming home for the New Year, she didn't bother to say any more nonsense.
This year, the disappointed Zhang mother and the somewhat reluctant Zhang father had no interest in buying New Year's goods, and finally gave all the supplies to their son.
On the 26th day of the 12th lunar month, Zhangjia Village had to slaughter the New Year pig.
Zhang Guofu and Zhang Laoer took the opportunity to exchange their tickets and money for a lot of pork and pork bones to take home. However, these still did not arouse the interest of Zhang's father and mother.
This is how people are. If Zhang Guoqing had not personally said that he might return to his hometown, Zhang's father and mother would have thought that their eldest son had become a soldier and had no choice.
But this time, they personally told the children not to come back, and it seemed wrong no matter how they thought about it.
Especially when I see children from various families working away from home returning to reunite with their parents, sometimes I will meet one or two people casually mentioning, "Why didn't Xiaowu and his family go home again?"
Ouch, as soon as I get home, my wife will pinch the flesh on Dad Zhang's waist tightly!
Fortunately, it is winter, otherwise Dad Zhang really wouldn’t dare to go to the bathhouse to get a bath.
If his old friends saw the big bruise on his waist, he, a grown man, would be so embarrassed.
The old couple made it through the 26th and 29th of the twelfth lunar month...
It’s New Year’s Eve, and several grandchildren’s wives have come with their great-grandchildren to reunite with the old couple. It has to be festive, right?
This was the first time in several years that everyone was spending New Year's Eve in the county town, not returning to the village as they had done in previous years. If I showed any displeasure, the children would probably start to think too much.
Here it comes again...
"Dad, do we really not need to go back to the village?"
Father Zhang glared at his eldest son, wondering why he was so nagging at such a young age. "The children are so young. What if they get frozen when the mountain is covered with snow?"
Zhang Laoer secretly tugged at his eldest brother's clothes and said to his father with a smile, "Dad, tomorrow morning all the men in our family will accompany you back to see grandpa and grandma."
Zhang's father was so angry at his stupid son that he was speechless. Why does this sound so awkward? You're going to see your grandparents. You're going to pay respect to them. How terrible it is to be so uneducated!
He subconsciously touched his long pipe, then looked at the people in the room, including those little guys who knew nothing, and finally gave up on taking a puff.
So when there are too many people, there are too many troubles. I can’t even smoke a cigarette properly!
A room full of people said they came to show their filial piety to him and his wife, and they actually brought cakes and canned food, but the chatter from everyone, plus the crying baby, gave him a headache.
How about going to my eldest son's house to celebrate the New Year next year? I can chat with my brother Zhou and the two of us can brag about our own things without anyone hearing us.
And his three poor grandsons, in recent years, every New Year's Eve, those who are serving in the army have all gone away, and only his Jiaojiao is left to celebrate the New Year with him.
"Brother Zhang, are you there? Come out quickly."
Father Zhang's thoughts were scattered by Zhao Dashan's loud voice. He quickly put on his shoes and ran out without even bothering to pull up his heels.
"What's wrong?"
Zhao Dashan panted and waved his hands, nodding to Zhang Guofu and the others who were greeting him. "I have something to talk to you and my sister-in-law about. Hurry up and leave."
Father Zhang took the coat and hat his son handed him, put them on, and asked, "What's got you so anxious?"
“Good!”
After hearing what he said, Mr. Zhang didn't say anything more. Seeing that his wife had put on her coat, he immediately followed Zhao Dashan out the door.
As soon as he left the yard, he immediately realized that the direction he was going was wrong. Just as he was about to ask, he saw Zhao Dashan pointing the way. Judging from his posture, he was not in the wrong place, but he didn't know where to go.
It was snowing heavily and windy, and everyone was covering their faces so it was difficult to speak. Father Zhang didn't say anything either. He pulled his wife's hand and quickly followed him.
As soon as they entered the Armed Forces, Zhao Dashan immediately led the old couple into his office. He glanced at the time on his watch and said with a smile, "Do you know what it is?"
Father Zhang glanced at him speechlessly, "How would I know if you don't tell me?"
"Hehe, if I had told you earlier, you and my sister-in-law would have been running around in a hurry. If you fall down somewhere, I will be guilty of a big crime."
"Brother Dashan, is that right?" Zhang's mother said and looked at the phone on the desk in disbelief.
Zhao Dashan clapped his hands in delight upon hearing this and said with a smile, "I was wondering who Xiaowu took after. How come he's so smart? Turns out the roots are from my sister-in-law."
"Is it really my Xiaowu calling?"
Zhao Dashan couldn't help laughing when he saw his old brother's shock.
"Call us, everything is alright?"
"fine!"
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