After stopping and starting along the way, the bus from the provincial capital arrived at the county town at around two o'clock in the afternoon.
As the car door opened, Zhou Jiao got out first, stood far away, and took a deep breath. She was extremely regretful at this moment why she didn't wait for her godfather to take her back that night, or why she didn't drive back herself at night.
She took it for granted.
Riding this shabby bus in the middle of summer is like being a pig. The driver has no idea of the load limit and stops whenever there are people on the side of the road. The conductor shouts at the top of his lungs, "Push in, squeeze in..."
The further we got from the provincial capital, the more people boarded the bus, with baskets, chicken baskets, bamboo baskets, and shoulder poles all pushed in at once. Passengers were constantly getting on and off along the way.
That’s not all. The three of them could sit in the innermost part without getting hit, but the strange smell of chicken shit, feces, and sweat irritated her sense of smell, and no matter how wide she opened the window, it was of no use.
Zhou Jiao patted her clothes, still feeling a bit stinky. Her obsessive-compulsive disorder, which had been cured, had resurfaced, and she desperately needed a shower.
Ping'an, carrying his small schoolbag, skipped over to her and handed her a water bottle. "Mom, drink some water and you won't vomit."
"Baby, where's your dad?"
"My dad asked me to look after you first, while he went to show his love and help the old man move things. Look, he's there."
Zhou Jiao followed the direction he pointed and saw Zhang Guoqing moving the bamboo baskets. Seeing this, she smiled and shook her head. Could this stupid man have even thrown away his luggage?
Zhang Guoqing seemed to sense the gazes of his wife and children. He waved to them, helped the old man move to the ox cart on the side of the road, then ran back to the car and got out carrying two bags of luggage.
Seeing him coming, Zhou Jiao jokingly asked, "Whose acquaintance's old man is this?"
Zhang Guoqing laughed heartily. He knew she had been secretly laughing at him for a long time while he chatted with the other passengers about their kinship. Now, her revenge was coming.
Ping An followed up with, "Dad, you have so many relatives."
"So you have a lot of relatives. Son, keep going! Let's make sure everyone in the country is our relative."
Ping An laughed happily.
Zhou Jiao reached out and picked him up, glanced at Zhang Guoqing, and hurried forward. Her son should not be so ungrateful and act like this idiot!
"Wife, let me hold you."
"No, hurry up, I'm itchy all over."
Zhang Guoqing followed closely behind her, teasing her, "Don't tell me. I just saw a lot of lice crawling on the head of the woman in front of you."
"Zhang Guoqing! You're dead!"
"Haha...I'll take a shower when I get home. Wife, can you smell me and see if I smell like chicken shit?"
"Get lost!"
"Son, your mother used foul language."
Ping An was determined not to get involved with them. He turned his head to look at the roadside and pointed to the distance ahead. "Dad, turn past the supply and marketing cooperative and you'll see our home."
"My son has a really good memory."
Before he had taken a few steps, a man came towards him and said with a happy smile: "Hey, isn't this Xiaowu? You're finally home?"
Zhang Guoqing smiled and said, "Uncle, long time no see. How are you?"
"It's all good, all good. Go home quickly, your dad will be so happy."
"Then I'll go first. Come to my house and play when you have time."
"well."
Zhang Guoqing walked for a while, put his luggage on his shoulder, and quickly whispered, "Jiaojiao, give me my son quickly, I can't leave later."
Zhou Jiao glanced at the restaurant entrance not far away and handed her son to him.
"Dad, what's wrong?"
"Shh...you'll know in a moment."
At the entrance of the restaurant, the chef and Wang Dasheng and a few others were waiting for the family of three with smiles on their faces.
"Hey, who is this?"
Zhang Guoqing greeted them one by one.
"This is Xiao Ping'an, he looks so energetic. Does your grandfather have a book now?"
Ping An still remembered that this old man had bought food from him, and he shouted loudly, "Hello, Grandpa Gu."
Zhang Guoqing looked at everyone with a smile, "Is this some good stuff tonight?"
The chef smiled and nodded, "They are waiting for beef."
Zhang Guoqing understood immediately. This must be another accident with the cows in one of the production teams, and these people rushed over after hearing the news.
"Master chef, please save some for me. Everyone, I'll send the child back first."
"Go ahead. Your dad will be so happy."
Zhang Guoqing held his son and said goodbye to them. After a few steps, Ping An whispered in his ear, "Dad, I know what you mean. You're afraid they'll drag you along to wait."
"That's about it. Look at the gate. Is that your grandmother?"
Ping An looked forward and saw that it was not his grandmother. He quickly waved, "Dad, put me down. I can run fast!"
"Don't worry, your grandma is coming over."
Mother Zhang looked at the scene in front of her in disbelief and shouted at the top of her voice, "Dad, Xiaowu and the others are back." After that, she ran away.
The chickens in the yard jumped up in fright. Father Zhang jumped up from his kang, put on his shoes, and hurried out. Sure enough, he was right. His son had returned!
The little elf grinned brightly and quickly threw himself into Zhang's mother's arms, "Grandma, I miss you every day, why don't you come to see me?"
Zhang's mother picked up her grandson and ran home, overjoyed, her baby screaming. Even her favorite son had to step back.
"Grandma, I'm so heavy, can you carry me? Are you tired? Where's my grandpa?"
Mother Zhang hugged him tightly. "Grandma's dear grandson. You're so sensible. Grandma's not tired. Holding you, Grandma is full of energy. Are you starving?"
"I've eaten. We also went to see my uncle. He told you not to worry, he'll be home this weekend. Grandma, why are you so thin? Is it because you don't have enough food?"
Zhang's mother's heart was burned by her grandson's caring words. What is a real grandson? This is a real grandson. Even if he is not by his side, he still remembers his grandmother.
"Grandma, if you don't have food, tell me. I have rations. I can't eat much, so it's enough for you." After the little actor finished speaking, his eyes lit up and he shouted to Father Zhang who was walking towards him, "Grandpa, I'm Ping'an. I miss you so much. Why don't you and Grandma come to see me? I've hidden so many things for you..."
Father Zhang was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling. He snatched his grandson from his wife's arms, weighed him, and said with a happy smile: "Good, my grandson has grown up again."
Ping An hugged Zhang Dad tightly and touched his face, "Grandpa, you've lost weight too. Come back to the capital with us. We have a new yard, and my dad has already prepared it."
Zhang Guoqing and Zhou Jiao, the passersby who were just eating melons, were ignored from beginning to end. The couple looked at each other and smiled silently. This little thing started performing again.
After entering the yard, Ping An turned around and waved to Zhang Guoqing, "Dad, bring the bag in quickly." Then he whispered to Zhang's father, "Grandpa, there are good things in there. My mom said they are for you and grandma to nourish your body. You and grandma should not be reluctant to eat them. Eating them will make you live a hundred years. I will give birth to a son for you to play with."
Zhang Dad laughed so hard that his intestines were knotted all the way. This little guy was even more talkative than his old son. He nodded repeatedly, "Okay, Grandpa will wait for your son to come out."
Father Zhang placed him on the kang, and Ping'an pulled Mother Zhang to sit down beside him. "Grandpa and Grandma, didn't I tell you in the letter that I learned martial arts? Let me show you, I'm really good now."
The little thing punched a lot on the kang, looking at Zhang's father and mother with shining eyes, "How is it? Your grandson is amazing, right? My grandpa said I'm a genius."
Mr. and Mrs. Zhang nodded happily.
"It's amazing! You can't find it anywhere else in the country."
"Better than a genius. Was it hard to train?"
Ping An shook his head, "No. When I'm older, I'll be more powerful."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
