Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

Although I know that there shouldn't be anything wrong with Man Zai going to the New Year Festival.

But when she saw Du Shuangling actually going home with Zhang Xuan, or when Du Shuangling and Ai Qing escorted them down to Zhang's house, Ruan Xiuqin couldn't be happier.

Three steps make two steps, two steps make one step...

Ruan Xiuqin walked out of the door quickly, pulled Du Shuangling to take a look, and smiled broadly.

Over the years, Zhang Xuan has rarely seen his mother so happy.

"Aunt."

Du Shuangling was shy because of Ruan Xiuqin's direct gaze, but she was very excited inside. There was nothing better than being highly recognized by her future mother-in-law.

After knowing each other for so long, Du Shuangling has always felt that Ruan Xiuqin is the kind of elder who is easiest to get along with. He has an easy-going temperament, is sincere in his treatment of others, and will not cause trouble for others.

Therefore, in Du Shuangling's eyes, the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is not a worry, and this problem does not exist.

Seeing that her daughter is so popular, Ai Qing rarely puts on high airs today.

After walking around the villa, he asked Ruan Xiuqin: "Is there any wild boar meat at home?"

Ruan Xiuqin said: "Yes."

Ai Qing asked again: "Where are the dried mushrooms?"

Ruan Xiuqin said: "Yes."

Ai Qing nodded, "I want to eat these two dishes for dinner."

Ruan Xiuqin nodded with a smile and agreed.

I couldn't help but agree. This was the most harmonious exchange between the two of them in decades.

Zhang Xuan pulled Du Shuangling to Yang Manjing and said, "Here, call me sister-in-law."

Yang Manjing choked on her words, but since there were so many adults around her, she still called out to her, "Sister-in-law."

Seeing Yang Manjing's well-behaved appearance, Zhang Xuan felt very relieved.

Baby, do you really think I can't cure you?

…

About four o'clock in the afternoon.

Lao Zhang's bathtub is installed. There are two installed, one in Zhang Xuan's bedroom and one outside.

Just as the person installing the bathtub left, two more people came to the intersection.

Zhang Xuan took a quick look.

Why!

These, aren't these two elementary school teachers from the next town?

He was also the victim of being harmed by his second sister.

Ruan Xiuqin felt very guilty when her son was abducted by her second daughter, so she apologized to him with a cup of tea.

The two teachers were rare reasonable people. Not only did they not blame Ruan Xiuqin, they also comforted her. After all, from the perspective of parents, everyone is suffering, and no one is better off than anyone else.

The two teachers deliberately took time away today to inquire about the news. When they learned that the Zhang family had no news about Zhang Lan, they sighed and were extremely frustrated.

The miserable look was heartbreaking to see.

Ruan Xiuqin asked them to stay for dinner, but they firmly refused and left.

I tried to push and pull him several times, trying sincerely to save him from eating, but it was of no use.

In the end, there was no other way. Ruan Xiuqin glanced at Ouyang Yong, who immediately understood and sent the two teachers back to the next town.

Thinking that it was really getting late and there were still a lot of things to do at home, the two teachers didn't show any pretense this time and got in the car.

Ruan Xiuqin burst into tears as she watched the motorcycle drive away.

Others are suffering in their hearts, and others are thinking about their son. Why isn't she the same?

They are just a piece of flesh that fell off of me. The New Year is coming, and I don’t know if my second daughter is living well outside. Is she fed or clothed? Is she being bullied?

No matter how capricious Zhang Lando was and how many mistakes he made, Ruan Xiuqin had already forgotten all of this and just hoped that her daughter would live well.

In fact, Zhang Xuan vaguely understood that Comrade Ruan Xiuqin was partial to him. But for the second sister, she is actually partial.

Sometimes he feels inexplicably confused when he thinks about it. Human beings are a bit pathetic.

Take her previous life as an example. Ruan Xiuqin's favorite son and second daughter both lived in the city. Ruan Xiuqin was unwilling to live in the city, so the time for reunion was always limited every year.

The one who has always been by her side, who worked hard and obeyed her orders without complaint, who cooked and fed her in her later years, who combed her hair and washed her clothes, who chatted with her for walks, was actually the least favored eldest sister.

But having said that, this lack of favor is also relative to Zhang Xuan and Zhang Lan. Ruan Xiuqin loves her children more than she loves herself.

Ruan Dezhi and Dudong had nothing to do. They met to dig winter bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest behind.

Yang Manjing, who had never seen anything strange before, followed enthusiastically, but soon came back alone.

Zhang Xuan asked: "Why don't you watch it?"

Yang Manjing said with a depressed look: "Uncle Yang dug more than 20 roots, but my dad didn't dig any."

Hearing this, Zhang Xuan and Du Shuangling looked at each other and almost laughed.

The food for dinner was good, there were many people, and it was lively.

Although there were many elders at the table today, Du Shuangling's status as a "returner" destined her to be the protagonist.

Ruan Dezhi drank with her, Yang Yingman drank with her, and Ruan Xiuqin also drank with her.

Even Ai Qing joined in the fun and had a drink with her.

After a round, Du Shuangling drank almost a glass of soju and looked so drunk that Zhang Xuan felt heartbroken.

Zhang Xuan scolded in a low voice: "I told you that I would drink for you. It's okay if you mean it. Why are you so stubborn?"

After drinking too much, Du Shuangling's face was as red as a rose. She stared at Zhang Xuan with a happy look on her face: "Today is different, I am happy."

"Yes." Zhang Xuan stretched out his hand to tidy her hair and asked with concern: "Does your headache hurt? Go to my room and rest for a while."

Du Shuangling felt her own state and nodded in agreement.

Watching Zhang Xuan half-carrying Du Shuangling into the bedroom to rest, Du Dudong and Ai Qing looked at each other silently, and continued chatting and laughing with others the next second, as if they didn't see them.

Others here saw that Du Dudong and his wife didn't say anything, let alone anything else.

After six o'clock in the evening, Du Dudong and Ai Qing left.

I took away some game, dried mushrooms and winter bamboo shoots.

As for Du Shuangling, she was drunk and still sleeping on Zhang Xuan's bed. The couple went over to take a look and decided not to wait for their daughter and let her stay here for the night.

Both of them are open-minded. Who among the people from all over the country doesn’t know about the relationship between the Du family’s youngest daughter and the great writer Zhang Xuan?

So whether she stayed here for the night or not, it didn't matter to outsiders. Du Shuangling was Zhang Xuan's unmarried daughter-in-law, and her reputation had already spread, so it didn't matter.

After waking up from sleep, Du Shuangling found that it was already dark.

Look at the time, 9:54

Taking another look at her room and the bed she slept on, she felt a little tearful and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

You can guess without asking that her biological father and mother must have abandoned her.

As for asking Zhang Xuan to send him back, Du Shuangling didn't even bother to say it, because if he said it, he would definitely not say it.

He wished he could spend the night here.

There is a hot water bottle, a water glass, and a note on the bedside table.

There was something written on the note, which said: Your man is in the study next door. If you think about it, come over.

After looking at the note for a while, Du Shuangling smiled, picked up the hot water bottle, poured herself a cup of hot water, and took a sip.

After opening the door, she hesitated for a moment, then went downstairs to the first floor.

After killing the pig this morning, Ruan Xiuqin was practicing the oil residue.

Ruan Dezhi is wearing a scarf and peeling the pig skin.

Yang Yingman is helping to cut the meat.

Yang Manjing didn't stop either, just idly picking and eating the dregs.

Zhang Ping also came, lighting the fire, talking non-stop.

Seeing Du Shuangling coming down, Zhang Ping immediately patted the tree stump next to her and greeted her warmly:

"Brothers and sisters, you're awake. Come and sit on the stove. It's warm here."

Du Shuanglingyan smiled and greeted everyone in the kitchen. She walked over and said, "Sister, let me light the fire. I'll learn my craft."

Zhang Ping shook her hands fiercely, "Ah! Sister, you are a college student. You will eat the national food in the future. Why should you learn how to make fire? Don't learn, don't learn. This is a job for farmers. Just sit and warm yourself by the fire."

Du Shuangling, "..."

She was speechless, but she still sat down next to each other and chatted with Zhang Ping and Yang Manjing.

After one o'clock in the morning, when Zhang Xuan returned to the bedroom after finishing writing, his expectations were disappointed. The two actors were not in his bed.

Zhang Xuan took off his clothes, smelled the remaining breath on the bed, and knew in his heart that his daughter-in-law must have been taken to her bedroom by her own mother.

Now that he has stayed, now that he has reached this point, Comrade Shuangling may no longer resist sleeping with him.

However, Ruan Xiuqin was a very face-to-face person, so he took the initiative to make arrangements without Du Shuangling opening his mouth.

It's not that Ruan Xiuqin is conservative, or that Ruan Xiuqin is considerate to Du Shuangling, but there are still three members of Ruan Dezhi's family living at home, and there are some things that need to be kept under wraps.

Otherwise, given how much Ruan Xiuqin cared about Du Shuangling, she wished that Zhang Xuan had eaten this girl early and cooked the raw rice into cooked rice.

Then you can't run away.

Alas, it seems that the happiness plan will not work at home! Still have to go back to school.

Count the days and go back to school

There are still more than ten days, still a long time.

Zhang Xuan sighed again and turned over to sleep.

…

The next day is the 29th of the lunar calendar, the last day of 1993.

Tonight is New Year's Eve.

Zhang Xuan didn't sleep in late today and got up early in the morning to chop firewood.

Looking at the seven dry pine trees thicker than the mouth of a bowl, Zhang Xuan suddenly missed the days of being a fat kid.

For 50 consecutive minutes, under the watchful eyes of Du Shuangling and Yang Manjing, the interviewer Zhang Xuan sawed down seven large pine trees in one breath.

Well, not bad, an improvement over last year.

But then it softened.

The arm holding the saw was a little weak, and my waist was a little unable to stand straight. Damn it, this is more tiring than practicing boxing.

It's hot, it's too hot. Zhang Xuan put his right hand on his forehead to sweat beads, took off his coat and rested.

Du Shuangling handed him a cup of hot tea in time and whispered distressedly: "Slow down, your brother-in-law may come later."

Zhang Xuan, "..."

Listening to this, Yang Manjing's eyelids were raised to the sky, thinking that no one could love her boyfriend so much, it was too selfish, simply too selfish.

Then he thought, if it were Xiao Shiyi, he would have used various methods to guide his brother-in-law here.

At this moment, Yang Manjing felt that women were attracted to whatever kind of men there were. Birds of a feather flock together, and people fall into groups. None of them are good.

After resting for about ten minutes, Zhang Xuan got up and continued working, chopping wood with an ax.

He didn't dare to rest for too long, fearing that he wouldn't want to move after sitting for a long time.

Splitting firewood requires skill and strength.

After Zhang Xuan worked for an hour, he couldn't do it anymore. He was breathing heavily, leaning against the wall as weakly as a dead dog, and he was paralyzed from exhaustion.

At this time, Zhang Ping and Ouyang Yong came to deliver game, a live pheasant and a lively rabbit.

Zhang Ping saw her respected brother hanging on the wall with a dying look, and immediately ran over and asked:

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Xuan rolled his eyes, he's not dead yet, he's not dead yet, what are you doing during the Chinese New Year?

There was a scapegoat, so there was no need for Zhang Xuan to greet him. Ouyang Yong was very discerning and took the initiative to pick up the ax and start chopping.

Zhang Xuan said in a fake tone: "You go and run a motorcycle to make money. I can do all this work."

Ouyang Yong answered the question and said with a smile: "I watched TV yesterday and learned something."

Zhang Xuan asked curiously: "What is it."

Ouyang Yong replied: "You can't pick up the sesame seeds and lose the watermelon."

Zhang Xuan almost choked while drinking tea and didn't know how to speak for a moment.

I still underestimated Ouyang Yong. This man was thicker-skinned than expected and a little clever.

Du Shuangling pursed her lips and laughed.

Yang Manjing felt bad all over, and felt that this family was more normal than her aunt.

At noon, it started to wind again and it started to rain again.

The rain mixed with ice particles fell on the tiles and made a loud sound.

The sky is gloomy, and the smell of the new year is getting heavier and heavier.

Ruan Dezhi couldn't make glutinous rice cakes or dig winter bamboo shoots, but he finally found something he could do, which was writing Spring Festival couplets.

On the table of the Eight Immortals, there is a bottle of black ink, a writing brush, and red paper spread out.

I can see Ruan Dezhi moving like clouds and flowing water, writing like clouds and smoke, and finishing in one go. The calligraphy is really good, majestic and powerful.

The canteen owner came to the door first and asked for a pair of couplets.

Oops, now it’s better!

Just like the flood discharge from the reservoir, a hole was opened, and everyone at the crossroads came running. One family counted each other as a family, and each took a pair of Spring Festival couplets and left happily.

For more than an hour, Ruan Dezhi climbed on the table without getting up, his wrists were in severe pain.

The Chinese New Year is coming, and the most excited ones are the little ones. They ate paper-wrapped candies and Rémy Martin biscuits that were rarely available in ordinary times, wore new clothes, and set off small firecrackers.

From morning to afternoon, the sound of pia pia pia never stopped at the entire intersection.

Of course, there are happy children and there are unlucky ones.

The parents of a family named Zou next door are determined to have a successful child, hoping to have a college student like Zhang Xuan in their family.

No, I force my 7-year-old child to do homework every afternoon.

But this kid is not good at studying. He is so stupid that he is beaten and scolded by his parents every day. His roars have almost become a fixed program at the intersection.

Zhang Xuan sat on a low stool and watched the play for a while, then shouted loudly: "Stop crying and do your homework quickly. After you finish your homework, I will ask you to sing a song."

The little kid raised his head and asked, "What song?"

Zhang Xuan said: "Listen carefully. There are thieves in the first grade, thieves in the second grade, girls in the third grade dancing ballet, handsome guys in the fourth grade are not pursued, there are a lot of homework in the fifth grade, and test papers are flying all over the sky in the sixth grade."

The little kid's eyes lit up and he learned quickly. He could master it in just one try.

Throughout the afternoon, more than ten children lined up at the intersection, singing this song with their heads bobbing, driving the adults crazy.

After three o'clock in the afternoon, the snow became heavier and heavier, covering the ground in dense layers.

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