Chapter 1031 Have You Eaten?

While talking, the car drove to the front of the alley courtyard, and Zhang Guoqing also stopped talking. If something big hadn't happened in the near future, he originally planned to go back to his hometown this year to see his parents.

The farther away, the longer the time, the more I miss my parents, and I don't know if his mother is really as his father said, everything is going well.

It's been a long time since I went back. His mother's small warehouse should be empty again. It is estimated that I am reluctant to eat any meat tickets, and I will give them all to the juniors. I don’t know if I am very thin?

There is a kind of regret called "the child wants to support but the relative does not wait." How helpless and sad this feeling is, he never wants to try it again.

When we were young, we naughtily pestered our parents not to let them work in the fields all day, and begged them to stay and play with us for a while.

After growing up, the parents became children instead. Every time I wrote a letter, I would repeat the concern one after another, and always ask vaguely at the end of the letter: When can you have a long vacation?

It is true that the social pressure is indeed great. Busy work and socializing consume most of the energy, but hard work is not only to realize dreams, to live a better life for the family, but also to make parents feel at ease. Xin, are these the so-called filial piety?

Zhang Guoqing secretly sighed. He couldn't forget the eyes that lit up every time he saw him, and he couldn't forget the tears in those eyes when he left.

How much his old mother should miss him is how guilty he is. At the end of the year, it's time to take a long vacation to see my own mother, even if leaving again will make her cry, it's time to go back...

It was summer, and although the branches of fruit trees no longer protruded from the walls in several yards in the alley, they were bustling with people coming and going.

Since some old people got up and regained some power a few years ago, they fought like this again, but it can't affect the lives of ordinary people, but life is much easier.

Mr. Tan in the yard next door was holding a cattail leaf fan, and when he heard the sound of the car outside, he shook it and walked out quickly. Seeing that it was Zhang Guoqing's family, he burst out with joy.

Zhang Guoqing opened the car door, heard laughter, turned to look at the old man, "Are you home today?"

Mr. Tan nodded with a smile, and asked, "Have you eaten?"

No matter who you meet in the old alley, or whether it’s time for dinner, everyone seems to like to ask this question, and Zhang Guoqing is already used to it, so he asked, do you always eat?

They greeted each other and were still chatting there. After Ping An called someone over there, they were already walking in with sacks after Zhou Jiao opened the door.

Although Dr. Hu and Aunt Mute didn't live in the courtyard during this time, since Zhang Guoqing and his wife came over every weekend, it was clean.

The small stump left by the uprooted pomegranate tree has begun to grow new branches and leaves, and it may not be a few years before it will bloom again and regain its new life.

It's a pity for the jujube trees at the base of the yard wall. At the beginning, they were careful to remove the roots and leave stumps, but for some reason they gradually withered and remained silent.

Ping An put all the medicinal materials into the pharmacy one by one, and when Zhou Jiao and Zhou Jiao packed up in a hurry and left the yard, Mr. Tan and Zhang Guoqing were still talking there outside.

Of course, Mr. Tan has been pulling Zhang Guoqing to show off.

At this time, the old man was talking about his excitement, "...Six years, six years, the child finally came back, you didn't see how thin he was. But people are capable, and it didn't take an hour to wake up early in the morning. Being tidied up by this silly boy..."

Hearing what he said, Zhou Jiao understood somewhat that this was the old man's grandson who went to the countryside to jump in the queue and return to the city. Being able to come back at this time, it is estimated that a lot of relationships have been lost.

But it's fine to be able to come back. This is already a very lucky good thing. After all, not long ago, I heard that Mrs. Tan was worried that her grandson would marry a family abroad and never come back.

Sure enough, on this topic.

"...If you don't come back, you can't do it. If you delay, the child will really marry a wife and settle down in the countryside. Of the dozen or so children who came down with him, he dare not start a family. I heard that many children live in the local area as soon as they reach the age I have registered. How can I come back after I have settled down?"

Hearing what the old man said, Zhang Guoqing smiled and said: "That's because your grandson listens to your old words, how filial, if you don't agree, you will listen to you. If you get married in the countryside, it will save you a lot of effort. Not much. The child will come back now, so he has to reward him well."

"Haha... The old woman went to queue early in the morning, so she has to make up for the child before going to work, otherwise I'm really afraid that his body will not be able to bear it."

After Mr. Tan finished speaking, he saw that Zhou Jiao had gone out with her son, and knew that there was not enough time, so he immediately lowered his voice and looked around with his old eyes, "Xiao Wu, I heard that some old comrades want to rehabilitate and come back, is it true?"

Zhang Guoqing paused after hearing the words, and cooperated with the old man, bent down and asked in a low voice: "Where did you hear the news? Are you worried about the old man?"

"Well, to tell you the truth, our alley is not far away. There is an old colleague of mine. They are very warm-hearted, but they can't control their mouths. If they say something wrong, the whole family will be sent down. The countryside is still near the production team that my grandson led before."

Zhang Guoqing pondered over his words, but he didn't intend to hide it from him, and whispered vaguely: "There is such a thing, but there is still time, and there is no rush."

Mr. Tan has been pestering him all this time, just wanting to know the news. He immediately understood the meaning of his words, touched the corner of his eyes excitedly, and nodded happily like a child, "That's good, that's good, how long will it take?" Don’t be afraid, as long as there is hope, it’s good to have hope.”

"Old man, you can hold on tight, be patient and wait, life will only get better and better in the future, there is no reason for it to get worse, don't you always say?"

"Good boy! Thanks."

Zhang Guoqing waved his hands disapprovingly, "Is there anything else? I have to go home."

"No, go back quickly. My family members should be waiting impatiently. If you have time, bring a pair of young ones to my house to play. Tell them, the young ones in my family are still waiting for them to fish together."

Zhang Guoqing bid farewell to him cheerfully, and the family of three boarded the car again.

"Dad, has my grandpa been busy with these things with you recently?" Of course, there is nothing wrong with listening to Mr. Tan's words with Ping An's ears.

Naturally, Zhang Guoqing would not hide his son, and replied softly: "Well, prepare the materials that need to be sorted out first, and it will be helpful. The most important thing is to wait for time, soon."

"Where you need my help, let me know."

Hearing what his daughter-in-law said, Zhang Guoqing asked with a smile, "Do you understand the meaning?"

"Dad, it's not that you don't know how smart my mother is. She will understand after a little thought, and you can't hide it from her."

"Stinky boy! If you want to flatter your mother, don't step on your father."

"Haha, I'm seeking truth from facts. But, Dad, you're not bad, otherwise you would have given birth to such an excellent son as me? Don't you think so?"

"It makes sense! You follow me in many places..."

Zhou Jiao in the back seat laughed happily as she listened to the conversation between the father and son who praised each other. It turns out that narcissism is passed down from generation to generation.