So the two of them stopped talking. Following someone on the street would make them quite conspicuous, so they turned to the corner and watched Zhou's father sweep the floor.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to help, but Mr. Zhou didn’t even call his daughter face to face, so Song Songbai felt that he still had concerns.
However, he didn't wait for long. It was almost the end of the year, and Dad Zhou returned to his own room. Of course, his previous house was gone, and his current place was quite small. It looked dark and damp, and was not a good place to live.
"Dad." When there was no one around, Zhou Yian quietly came in and shouted.
He hadn't expected the living conditions to be so poor, but Zhou's father had obviously gotten used to it. "You're back? How are you doing?"
In fact, Zhou's father also felt that Zhou Yian was living a good life. After all, he still had the spare money to send him various things. Although he did give him a sum of money, these days, just having money is not enough.
"Dad, I'm doing well," Zhou Yian said. A lot has changed in the past year or so. Zhou Yian can even see the white hair on the once high-spirited man. "This is Song Songbai, your son-in-law. I brought him here today to show you."
Dad Zhou looked at them carefully, looking at the things in his daughter's hand and Song Songbai's hand that was not holding anything.
"Hello, father-in-law." Song Songbai said respectfully.
"Not bad, very good. I hope you'll be nicer to An An." In this situation, Zhou's father had no time to be picky about people. Even if they knew his current identity, they were willing to come and see him, which was considered good.
During this period of time, he had seen countless families separated because of these problems.
Of course, he is among these people.
"Dad, these are the New Year's goods specially prepared for you by Song Songbai's family." Zhou Yian put the things down and started to speak well of them.
Song Songbai stood there, not knowing what to do.
"Sit down, everyone." Dad Zhou asked everyone to sit down so that they could chat more.
"Song Songbai bravely stepped forward to help others at the edge of the compound yesterday," Zhou Yian explained. "His hand was injured, so he couldn't carry anything. That's why I took it."
"That's right." He agreed, and he did feel that the old saying "Girls should not be kept when they grow up" was not just something the ancients said casually. If one hand is injured, can't the other hand hold it?
I'm really caring too much.
Gradually, the two talked about family matters, politics, and some other issues. As time slowly approached noon, Zhou Yian prepared to cook.
Although it was Song Songbai's first time visiting his father-in-law's house and he didn't know how to deal with it, he still knew he had to be proactive, so he quickly stood up and said he wanted to go together.
The cooking utensils here are relatively simple, and Zhou Yian finds it hard to believe that his father lives like this.
But Dad Zhou himself felt it was okay. "I'm considered lucky. Those who were pulled down later were sent directly to work on the farm. Although the conditions here don't look good, we still have food and drink."
On the other hand, he was proactive and had a certain degree of initiative. The organization also regarded him as an example of someone who had turned from bad to good. Sweeping the streets was not really tiring, and he had saved money. When he didn't have enough food, he would go out and exchange it with others.
Dad Zhou is now familiar with the place and knows roughly where the black market is. It would be easy for him to handle it alone.
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