Chapter 112 Seeing Parents?

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"Why are you here?" Feng Yiping pushed the cart over in surprise, feeling that the cold wind seemed to have softened a bit.

"Hehe, this is the dormitory of my dad's unit!" Huang Jingping, who was outside the school, was always more lively and bold than on the campus. "Why are you coming back now? I've been waiting for a while."

Oh, yes, isn't Huang Jingping's father in the forestry station in the village? I really didn't notice that this is the dormitory building of the forestry station.

"Oh, we'll play ping-pong after we leave. You can just tell me at school!"

Huang Jingping didn't take this issue. She always took an alternative and cool route in school. Although she always smiled when she saw people, she actually had little contact with boys, especially those who were clearly thinking about her, from the same class or from other classes. Boys are always speechless.

"Didn't you invite me to sing? Where's the tape?" Huang Jingping stretched out her hand to Feng Yiping. Feng Yiping smiled when he saw it. The black hairy glove was like a bear's paw.

"Why are you laughing, it's so cold here, and the tape isn't on you?"

"What's your house number, I'll send it to you later,"

"Then how about I go there with you?" Huang Jingping thought for a while.

This is too straightforward, Feng Yiping quickly recalled whether he had cleaned up 502 when he went out in the morning, "Are your parents at home? Why don't we go and visit first?"

"My mother is in my hometown, and my father didn't know which uncle's house he went to after dinner. There is no one at home now, but it's good to go up and identify the door, so you don't have to look for it later."

This building is equivalent to a Tongzi building. In broad daylight, the light in the corridor is not good, and the aisle is also crowded with sundries and stoves from various houses.

Huang Jingping took Feng Yiping and Wang Changning to the fifth room on the right side of the third floor. This is a dormitory for singles, with a bed occupying the largest position, a wardrobe next to the wall, and a three-drawer one next to the window. The old-fashioned writing desks, these big pieces of furniture, look at the style and paint, mainly the Arabic numerals in white paint that can be vaguely seen on them, and it seems that they are allotted by the unit.

In the empty space at the door, there is a small table for eating, and boxes and bags are piled up in the corners. It is a bit messy, and it looks like a place for rough men to sleep.

That is, the lake green curtains bring a touch of warmth to this room.

Feng Yiping and the others sat down on the low stools next to the small table, Huang Jingping brought them two cups of hot water, and returned to the writing desk, "My dad lives here alone, and they usually set up cards outside a lot, and often Don't come back, so it's a bit messy, don't laugh at me!"

"Understood, but if this bed is changed to a double one, and things are placed on the second floor, the room will be empty," Feng Yiping subconsciously suggested.

"Hehe, my dad and I also said that he may be transferred to the town next time, and I don't bother to do it."

They didn't say a few words before the door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man in a black half-length woolen coat walked in, "Xiaoping, is there a classmate here?"

This is the owner of this house, Feng Yiping and Wang Changning quickly stood up, "Hello, Uncle!"

Huang Jingping came over to introduce, "Dad, this is my classmates Feng Yiping and Wang Changning. Where did you go?"

"Hehe, sit down!" Huang Jingping's father greeted them with a smile.

To be honest, Feng Yiping was a little surprised when he saw him for the first time, and immediately remembered the joke about "Old Wang next door".

Although Huang Jingping's father also had a gentle smile on his face, but he was so tall, he was really not very good.

God really cared for Huang Jingping very much, so that she only inherited his father's big eyes, and that was the only feature of his father's appearance.

"I was playing mahjong next to me, and I heard from Mrs. Wang's wife that you have a classmate as a guest." Huang Chengzhong said to his daughter.

It can be seen that this is also a father who takes his daughter very seriously.

"Feng Yiping, right? I often hear them say that he not only has good grades, but also has great skills." He said to Feng Yiping with a smile.

"Where and where, I was lucky. Unlike Huang Jingping, my grades are very stable, and several liberal arts courses are among the best in my grade." He praised it, and Feng Yiping of course wanted to praise it back.

Feng Yiping felt that although Huang Chengzhong was smiling, looking at him was like looking at those truck drivers he stopped on the road, with a slight sense of scrutiny.

Feng Yiping then pretended to be very interested, asked Huang Chengzhong about his work, and sighed enviously and longingly from time to time. Wang Changning also cooperated beside him, and Huang Jingping, who was somewhat out of the way, looked at the three men in the room. Especially Feng Yiping's flattering look made him want to laugh.

Feng Yiping handles these unit clerks in the township who are not even stock-level cadres. As a father, he is very sensitive when it comes to his daughter, but in other respects, a few words make him feel good about Feng Yiping. The goodwill greatly increased.

After all, for a low-level middle-aged civil servant who has wasted half his life but thinks he is capable and aspiring, when he is watched with admiration by two and a half boys, he finds it boring at work. , Immediately in exchange for their "You are too good, you are so amazing," such eyes, it is no wonder he is not smug!

For the first time this time, what a cool word! It is even more comfortable than the few days when my wife comes every month.

Huang Chengzhong got excited about talking, and while smoking a cigarette, he told them about the things at work in high spirits, and couldn't stop for a while, but Huang Jingping interrupted him, "Dad, they have something to do with me, and besides, they haven't had lunch yet! "

"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot the time when I said this, so you go back first, and come and sit down when you have time." Huang Chengzhong stood up with some unfinished thoughts.

"Dad, I'll go there with them. I still have to learn songs, and I have to perform on New Year's Day." Huang Jingping came over and took his father's arm.

"Huh?" Huang Chengzhong became sensitive again, "What performance?"

"The school is going to hold a New Year's Eve party. The teacher told us to make a show. We are going to sing a song. Feng Yiping has a tape. I want to listen to it and learn from it."

Seeing this, Feng Yiping hurriedly said, "Uncle, we don't live far away, just across from the hospital dormitory, why don't you go and have a look?"

"Oh, that's fine, then I'll go and have a look, don't bother!"

"It's okay, just the two of us." Hearing what Feng Yiping said, the smile on Huang Chengzhong's face faded, and he gave his daughter a sharp look.

After entering 502, Feng Yiping led them around, and Huang Chengzhong saw that the house was clean and tidy, so he finally became a little more gentle.

There's no way, their generation is like this. They can't do things that they can't do well—for example, his own nest is a mess, but it is natural for them to ask their children to do well.

Wang Changning went under the kitchen, he is good at crucian carp noodles.

Feng Yiping chatted with the Huang family father and daughter in the living room. Huang Jingping became impatient after hearing what they said, and asked Feng Yiping to take her to listen to the song. Feng Yiping had to take her to his room and put the tape into the Okay, put the earphones on her.

When he came back, Huang Chengzhong leaned on the sofa, and the topic changed. He started with this year's harvest in the countryside, and then asked about Feng Yiping's family situation along the way.

Feng Yiping roughly talked about the situation at home. Hearing that his parents were both in the province, Huang Chengzhong immediately asked, "What are you doing in the province?"

"Opened a noodle shop."

"Oh," Huang Chengzhong listened, a little bit less interested, out of politeness, he asked casually, "Is the business okay?"

"It's okay. Now the average daily revenue is nearly 1,000 yuan, and I'm about to open a second store." For some reason, Feng Yiping unconsciously highlighted it.

"That's not bad, is the noodle shop?"

At this time, Wang Changning's noodles were cooked, and he came over wearing an apron to invite everyone to eat. Huang Chengzhong went to the kitchen to taste the taste, and he thought it was good, so he praised a few words.

But his age is not like Feng Yiping and the other three. He is just growing up. Even Huang Jingping, who just ate for lunch, now tastes the noodles and decides to have another bowl, he can't do it.

He knew the place, there were three other people in the room, and he had a good grasp of Feng Yiping's background, and based on his understanding of his daughter, he couldn't do anything, so Huang Chengzhong bid farewell and went back to play mahjong. Huang Jingping, "Come back early!"

Feng Yiping sent him to the door, watched him go downstairs, and always felt that the scene today seemed familiar, didn't it resemble the scene when he went to Zhang Yan's house for the first time later?

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