There is a wife at home

It has been a few days since Zhang Fugui came back from the hospital. In the past few days, Zhang Qing went back to the red brick house at night and came to help Mrs. Zhang with some work during the day. In this season, there is nothing to do in the field, but it is near the end of the year. There are many, and some of them are really beyond Zhang's ability to move.

Guo Jingjing went to school early in the morning. Zhang Qing helped Mrs. Zhang wash the glutinous rice yesterday and drained the water for a whole day. Today, she will follow Mrs. Zhang to the old Cao’s house in the village to make brown rice candy. This is a traditional snack, fried The glutinous rice is kneaded together with boiled hot syrup, and then according to personal taste, add some sesame seeds, peanuts, melon seeds and the like to enrich the taste.

After the brown rice sugar is ready, it is a whole piece, which is a bit like cutting a cake. When it is almost cold, it is also cut with a knife, and it is enough to cut each one into a mahjong size. After the brown rice sugar is completely cooled, eat it It tastes crispy and fragrant, satisfying gluttony and filling the stomach. Mrs. Zhang makes it every year, and every time she makes it, she can make dozens of catties. The two rice bags she brought are stuffed and brought back.

In fact, it stands to reason that Zhang's couple and Zhang Qing's father and son can't eat so much in a year. The reason why Zhang's cooks such a large amount is that Zhang Qing's heart is like a mirror.

When He Fanxing received Guo Zizhang's call, he had just sent Guo Jingjing to school. Guo Zizhang's words directly made He Fanxing stop the car by the side of the road.

"What did you say? Where are you now?"

"I'm at the entrance of Majing Village," Guo Zizhang said, not feeling too cold. He opened the window on the left side all the way, holding a mobile phone in one hand and resting on the window with a cigarette butt between his fingers. , He looked up at the banner floating above his head. The two ends of the banner were tied to the poles. The wind was strong today, and the banner was blown round and round, but the golden lettering on it could still be seen clearly.

Welcome to Majing Village!

This was made by the village brigade a few days ago. It seemed to be to meet someone, but it was never removed afterwards.

"Zizhang, you forgot that I told you before that you are not suitable to be there now." He Fanxing's tone on the other end of the phone was very bad.

"I know what you are worried about." Guo Zizhang's eyes were also dark. "But I have to figure this out. Even if there is only a [-]% chance, don't worry, I will leave before Guo Jingjing comes back. Besides, didn't you say...he doesn't remember me anymore? I don't know anything. I just wanted to talk to him."

He Fanxing knew that it was too late to pull him back, so he could only warn in a deep voice: "Zizhang, don't scare him." "I won't." Guo Zizhang said cautiously. "By the way, I have already found the Zhang Qi you asked me to find. He is now with a friend of his. Speaking of which, this friend of his is still somewhat unclear about your nominal uncle Tang Daye. Chu's relationship."

He Fanxing frowned, why did Tang Daye get involved?

"You send his current address to my mobile phone."

"Okay, that's it for now. I'll take care of Zhang Qing's side. As for Guo Jingjing's side, it's up to you to explain." After speaking, Guo Zizhang, the hands-off shopkeeper, immediately hung up the phone.

With the windows closed, the car drove towards the village along the cement road in Majing Village.

Although Guo Zizhang didn't know Guo Jingjing's house, it didn't stop him from looking for it. The village was not big in the first place, and almost everyone in the village knew the people who lived there. Besides, the red brick house like Zhang Qing's, It used to be famous for being haunted, and anyone who asked the elders would know the way.

Guo Zizhang went to the red brick house first, but he couldn’t find anyone, so he inquired and went to Zhang’s house. At that time, Zhang Qing was about to put the rice bag on the electric car. Visibly strenuous.

Guo Zizhang recognized his figure at a glance, and almost immediately opened the door and got out of the car. Before Zhang Qing realized what was going on, the rice bag in his hand disappeared. When he looked up, Guo Zizhang was holding it with one hand. , smiling at him extraordinarily brightly under the sun.

Zhang Qing was startled for a while, and then said with a puzzled expression: "You are..."

"Uncle Zhang, I'm a friend of Fanxing. My name is Guo Zizhang. My nephew Guo Xiaonian is a student in Mr. Guo's class."

"Ah! You are Mr. Guo?" Zhang Qing seems to have realized it now, "I heard from our family, A Jing, that last time I fainted suddenly in the hospital, you helped me, and I have never had a chance to talk to you. Let me tell you, I really troubled you last time."

"Uncle Zhang, you're too polite, it's just a matter of raising your hands. How is your health? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine now, thank you." Zhang Qing smiled, "I'm getting older, my body is not as good as before, and I feel dizzy at every turn, just don't scare you."

"How could it be?" Guo Zizhang smiled kindly, "If you go out with me, others will only regard you as my brother."

When Guo Zizhang said this, Zhang Qing seemed to be at a loss for words for a while, and seemed unable to adapt to this person's familiar kung fu.

Mrs. Zhang came out of the house wearing an apron, and was also surprised to see Guo Zizhang. This young man looked energetic, just like Xiao He, tall and good-looking, but he had never seen him before.

"Ah Qing, who is this?"

Zhang Qing regained his composure, smiled and told Zhang Shi about Guo Zizhang's identity. Zhang was very grateful to him for helping Zhang Qing, and said kindly with a smile, "I still have the same surname as Jingjing, and I also helped Ah Qing." Come on, it seems that there is really a lot of fate."

Guo Zizhang was also shameless, so he immediately agreed and said, "It's destined, grandma."

There is no old man who doesn't like sweet words, Guo Zizhang's call made Mrs. Zhang very happy. Seeing that someone was still holding his own rice, he immediately said: "Hey, look, how embarrassing this is, how can this rice be returned?" Let you hold it, Ah Qing and you too, come on, Xiao Guo, just put the rice on this tricycle, it will make your hands sore after a while."

Zhang Qing realized it later, as if he just remembered this, and quickly pushed the tricycle over. Guo Zizhang said it was all right, and put the rice bag behind the tricycle.

Zhang Qing asked him: "Mr. Guo..."

"Just call me Zizhang."

Zhang Qing didn't speak, but looked up at him with wide eyes.

Guo Zizhang smiled gently: "Fanxing and I are friends, you can call me whatever you want."

Zhang Qing shook his head with a smile and refused, and said in an obviously polite tone: "Let's call him Mr. Guo, what's the matter with Mr. Guo here?"

Guo Zizhang looked at Zhang Qing. After Zhang Qing said such words, it was undeniable that he felt a slight sense of loss in his heart. Being courteous and polite was sometimes a sign of alienation. Although Zhang Qing seemed to be kind and gentle , but he can be sure that he is definitely not like this in front of his son.

Suppressing the urgency in his heart, Guo Zizhang smiled and said: "The Brahma Bank asked me to do something, so I want to ask Uncle Zhang some questions!" As he said, Guo Zizhang turned his eyes to Zhang's side, Zhang Qing Immediately understood that it would be inconvenient to say this in front of Mrs. Zhang, so she turned her head and said to Mrs. Zhang: "Mom, you'd better bring a small bench. There will be a lot of people when you go, and you must queue up. I can't stand standing still."

"Yes, you're right, then wait a minute, I'll go and bring my foldable bench for watching the theater." Mrs. Zhang said hello to Guo Zizhang again, then turned and went in to find a bench.

As soon as the man left, Guo Zizhang lowered his voice and said to Zhang Qing: "Fanxing asked me to help him find someone, but he didn't seem to know that person very well, so he asked me to come and ask Uncle Zhang if he had a photo of that person or More detailed information, such as which friends he has and so on, so that I can make it easier for others to find."

Zhang Qing immediately came to his senses and asked, "Did Fanxing ask you to find Zhang Qi?"

"Yes, that's the name." Sure enough, his name was Fanxing, not Mr. He.

Naturally, Zhang Qing would not have guessed what Guo Zizhang was thinking at the moment. After thinking for a while, he said, "My dad may have the photo, please wait a minute, I'll ask."

"it is good."

Zhang Qing nodded, turned around and went into the house to look for Zhang Fugui.

In the room, Mrs. Zhang held a small stool and said to Zhang Fugui: "Old Liu, I have already said hello. You go to his place at noon to make up for a meal. If there is anything, you can call Ah Qing."

Zhang Fugui said to her: "I said I went with you and you didn't like it. I hurt my head, not my hand. What does it matter?"

"I'm ashamed to take you out. If someone asks how you got hurt, how can I say it?" Mrs. Zhang got angry when she mentioned this.

Zhang Fugui glanced at Zhang Qing coming in from the corner of his eye, and quickly said: "What shame is there, I broke the law when I fell at my own house? How can I be ashamed? Go, I can't explain it to you old woman, no Let me go, I don't want to go."

Mrs. Zhang knew that Zhang Fugui said this on purpose to Zhang Qing. He didn't know that Zhang Qing already knew the truth of the matter, but she didn't want to reveal the matter at this time, so she went out with a cold face.

Zhang Qing walked to Zhang Fugui's side, and said helplessly, "Dad, Mom can't bear to let you go, so I won't let you blow in the cold air, because I'm afraid you will suffer from headaches."

"I know what she's thinking," Zhang Fugui sighed. "Aren't I also caring about her? You say who still eats brown rice candy these days, and you can buy it anytime you have money. Your mother is so stupid that she still thinks that homemade ones are delicious. Yes, the boss and the second child have said this before when they came back, but when they left, how much did they really bring? Isn’t it just a word to make your mother happy, and she is the only one who takes it seriously. If it doesn’t work, it’s easy to get damp, and it’s me who suffers, so let me eat it, who is this?”

In this matter, Zhang Fugui could complain, but Zhang Qing could not say anything. This was the mother's love for her children. If he really said something, Zhang Fugui would probably be unhappy.

He smiled and brought this topic up, and quietly said to Zhang Fugui: "Dad, I have something to tell you. Ah Jing has a friend who asked us to find Zhang Qi and asked if you have his photo."

"Really?" Zhang Fugui looked delighted. Zhang Qi had been away for several days and hadn't come back. He didn't want Zhang Shi to see him, but he was really worried. "There are photos, just wait."

Zhang Fuguo went into the back room, and after a while, he found a graduation photo of Zhang Qi from somewhere, probably taken when he graduated from junior high school, but fortunately, it was only a few years ago, so the difference is not too big.

"I'm going to trouble that friend Jingjing at this time. You have to get Qiqi back. That child is still so young, so don't run into any bad guys." Zhang Fuguo said worriedly.

"I see, Dad." Zhang Qing took the picture, "Then I'm leaving."

"Hey, let's go, don't let your mother see."

"I know."

As soon as Zhang Qing walked out of the gate, he was stunned by the situation in front of him. The rear compartment of Guo Zizhang's car was opened, and he was preparing bags of rice, sugar, peanuts and sesame seeds that his family was going to use to make brown rice sugar. He moved in the car, and Mrs. Zhang stood aside and looked at it with a smile on her face.

"Mom, what is this?" Zhang Qing hurried over, pointed and asked Mrs. Zhang what's going on.

Mrs. Zhang patted Zhang Qing's hand and said, "Ah Qing, Xiao Guo said that it's really cold to ride a bike today, so let's stop riding. He said that he has nothing to do since he's on vacation anyway, so he'll accompany us to hit sugar."