"Okay, your dad and I know what's going on. You better keep your mouth shut and don't let any of this leak out. You still have to practice the accordion, and that thing... remember to practice every day too, and don't embarrass yourself during the auditions."
Wen Yu shook his head confidently and said with a smile, "Don't worry. My sister and I have been learning those instruments for a long time. Although we can't compare with Ping An and the other two, we are not bad either."
"You..." Cheng Ruzhu pointed at him with a finger, speechless. It was indeed the right decision to transfer the child to another school. Although he didn't live in the Zhou family, he still learned a lot.
Wen Yu smiled disapprovingly and touched his crew cut. His handsome face had a hint of cynicism, and he put his hands in his trouser pockets. This posture made Wen Congwen, who had just entered, frown.
"Have you seen your grandmother? How is the old lady?"
Wen Yu immediately took out his left hand and stood up. "Dad, my grandma said everything is fine. She told you and mom not to worry. Oh, my eldest cousin is going to be transferred here. My grandpa said that my uncle was scared by grandma last time, so he asked my cousin and his wife to stay with them in Beijing from now on. This matter has been decided and it will be completed before the New Year."
Cheng Ruzhu smiled happily and said, "That's right. It just so happens that your cousin's wife is pregnant. If she has a child in the future, the house won't be lonely."
"Mom, why is it so quiet? I've already told my grandma to help me choose a partner. When I get married, I'll live with her and keep them company."
Wen Congwen glared at his son and said, "You're so old, and you don't even use your brain when you talk. Stop saying such nonsense in the future. Your grandparents will probably have something to think about it if they hear it."
"Oh, isn't it true that my eldest and second brothers are getting married? It's enough for my grandparents to have you accompany them." Wen Yu said, and when he saw his father's face darken, he immediately smiled, "Okay, I understand what you mean. Aren't you worried that someone will say I'm trying to take advantage of the old man and the old lady behind my back? Now that my grandpa and grandpa have someone to accompany them, I'll take a back seat."
Seeing this, Cheng Ruzhu immediately winked at her son and said, "Don't go out for a walk when you have nothing to do in the future. Go and accompany your grandparents. They seemed to have something to say to you just now."
"As you command!" Wen Yu saluted and immediately slipped out. If he was a step slower, his father would have a lot of sermons to say, and he would rather be beaten than listen to the "tightening curse".
Seeing his son slip away, Wen Congwen shook his head. "That brat is not serious at all, but he did say one thing. It's time to start planning the eldest son's lifelong event."
"No rush, I see the child's grandmother is already preparing." Cheng Ruzhu pulled him to sit on the chair, "I called Jiaojiao, but she wasn't in, so Xiaowu answered.
He meant to go back to his hometown. He hadn't been back for a long time and was worried that he wouldn't be able to take good care of his children. Besides, who knew when the educated youth would return to the city, which would affect the issue of starting a family in the future.
I thought what he said made a lot of sense, and later he gave me a suggestion: should he find someone to find a way to have my child sent directly to the countryside to work in the area where my household registration is located?
Wen Congwen nodded in agreement. "He's got a long-term vision. 16 isn't too old, but it's not too young either. It's certainly not too many years until you need to find a partner."
After a moment's silence, he continued, "Xiaowu, don't take action yet. I'll talk to an old classmate these next couple of days to see if we can resolve it. There's no need for him to do favors for these trivial matters."
Cheng Ruzhu shared the same thought: the more you use favors, the less they will last. Zhou Jiao and her husband had already given their family so much help over the years, so it was better to avoid bothering them unless it was a major issue.
At the weekend, an afternoon rain dispelled the summer heat. The three Ping An brothers pushed a cart, followed by Zhang Guoqing and Zhou Jiao.
"Mom, do you want to sit up?"
Zhou Jiao immediately shook her head. It was embarrassing for her as a mother to sit and let her son pull her. She was not old.
It was a rare opportunity to rest, and Zhou Jiao originally planned to bring the children to the hutong courtyard to chat with the master. Unexpectedly, the old man was more playful and went for a stroll in the countryside early in the morning.
Now, the children actually said they wanted to go to the nearby recycling station to buy some old newspapers and wood to start a fire. The deep meaning behind this set of words made Zhou Jiao unable to refuse.
After passing an intersection, Zhang Guoqing saw the child walking to the right and quickly reminded him, "Turn left."
Ping An was startled when he heard this, then his eyes lit up and he changed direction and continued pushing. It seemed his father often visited several nearby scrap yards.
After walking and stopping for more than half an hour, we finally stopped at a scrap collection station near the city gate.
As Zhang Guoqing said, there are many smart people in Beijing, and there are always four or five people picking through the garbage dump in a remote courtyard.
Zhou Jiao took the initiative to negotiate with an aunt at the door. In addition to pointing at the cart behind her and making up an excuse, she also secretly slipped a dollar into her pocket according to the "rules of the trade".
Zhang Guoqing rubbed his nose guiltily. Luckily, he wasn't wearing his military uniform today, otherwise it would have been a disgrace to his image. He took the cart and let the children in first.
When Zhou Jiao saw the garbage dump the children were heading to, she raised her eyebrows in surprise and whispered to Zhang Guoqing, "Why isn't there any sorting and storage here?"
Zhang Guoqing shook his head slightly and winked at her, telling her to go home first. With thousands of years of history, the ancient capital was rife with so-called contraband, and the waste disposal stations in several districts were already piled high with garbage.
As for this place, it was close to the outskirts of the city and far away from the paper mill. Several nearby recycling stations kept dumping the worst garbage here.
There was indeed a lot of stuff, but it wasn't worth much, so it wasn't noticeable. When it came time to clear it out, there was a wave of people going to the countryside, and apart from the occasional truck that came once a month to take it away, the employees were complacent and perfunctory about it.
Zhang Guoqing believes that he cannot tell the difference between authenticity and fakeness, and he looks down on calligraphy and paintings that are severely damaged and only half of them, as well as those broken pieces of porcelain.
Therefore, he focused his energy on those broken pieces of wood, some of which could be put together to make chairs, stools, etc.
"Mom, let my dad fix this broken box so I can put some money in it for you."
"I have one too. I'll wash it and put it in the cakes for my grandma."
Zhou Jiao smiled at an old man who was looking over, then glanced at the twins speechlessly. "Do you really think they don't know what they're talking about? Why not stop while you're ahead?"
Wuyi narrowed his eyes slightly and greeted the old man with a smile. He didn't forget to get among them and chat. Liuyi next to him cleverly turned in another direction and picked up the garbage.
Ping'an was quietly searching for books in a corner, and soon a sack was filled with tattered books. He waved to Zhou Jiao, pointed at the sack, and came to Wuyi.
"Go play over there and don't disturb the elders."
One of the old men waved his hand, pointed at the woman guarding the door, and said with a smile, "That's all right. Little ones, go find that grandmother and see if she'll let you in to look for comic books."
Wuyi nodded cheerfully, "Okay, thank you, Grandpa. You guys better be careful not to fall down here. I'll go find Grandma first."
Ping'an watched his brother run away, smiled apologetically at a few people, lowered his head and continued to search, while searching, he slowly moved towards Zhou Jiao with the things in his hand.
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