There is a wife at home

Zhang Qing's situation yesterday really scared everyone. The next day, Guo Jingjing specially asked for a day off. He Fanxing originally wanted to accompany him, but Zhang Shi was here. Zhang Qing woke them up in the morning. Fanxing had no choice but to leave and go to work.

"Remember to call me if you have anything to do." He Fanxing opened the car window and told Guo Jingjing who was standing beside him, "Go in quickly, don't freeze."

Guo Jingjing nodded obediently, and He Fanxing drove away. Guo Jingjing turned around, Mrs. Zhang stood in front of the door and looked at her. Guo Jingjing blushed, and walked towards Mrs. Zhang.

"grandmother."

Mrs. Zhang looked at Guo Jingjing, saw that his complexion was not very good, so she bluffed and said, "Didn't you say that you were not feeling well yesterday? Why didn't you sleep more? Why do you have to get up early together?"

Guo Jingjing didn't know how to answer, Zhang Qing came out with the bowls and chopsticks, and said, "Mom, Fanxing is a guest after all, any guest will leave, the master is still sleeping on the bed."

When Mrs. Zhang heard it, she made sense. The key point is that this attitude shows that Guo Jingjing and He Fanxing are not very familiar yet, and he still has the courtesy he should have. He nodded: "That's true, but Mr. He is also, It will take an hour or two to drive to the city from here? Isn't he tired of going back and forth?"

"People like them got used to it early, so how far is it? Besides, wasn't it just to see me off yesterday?" Zhang Qing pulled Mrs. Zhang to sit down, served her a bowl of porridge, and gave another one to Guo Jing Jing, "Ah Jing, eat quickly."

"Well, thank you dad, grandma will eat too." Guo Jingjing took the bowl with both hands, bowed his head and started eating.

Mrs. Zhang is still talking about Zhang Qing.

"You too, if Xiao He can stay, why did you drive Xiao Guo back? This is not the right thing to do."

Guo Jingjing raised his head and glanced at Zhang Qing suspiciously. Zhang Qing had a normal face, stirring the porridge in the bowl to dissipate heat, and replied, "Mom, didn't I tell you? There are not enough beds at home. In such a cold day, we always Can't let people sleep on the sofa?"

After Zhang Qing said this, Mrs. Zhang couldn't say anything more. The sofa was an old-fashioned sofa, and Guo Zizhang, a big man, nestled on it. He didn't feel uncomfortable, but Mrs. Zhang felt uncomfortable just looking at it.

Not long after breakfast, Zhang Fugui also came. He heard that Zhang Qing was not feeling well, so he wanted to come and have a look. His grandparents were all there, so Guo Jingjing was shopping for groceries. Mrs. Zhang didn't want him to be troubled, so she stayed with him Together, radishes were pulled from the vegetable field, cabbages were chopped, and Guo Jingjing bought some fish and meat back. It took time to organize these things.

Zhang Qing chatted with Zhang Fugui, Zhang Fugui hesitated for a while, and then said to Zhang Qing: "Ah Qing, then Xiaohe...is his family very rich?"

Zhang Qing was taken aback, looked at Zhang Fugui and asked, "What's wrong, Dad?"

Zhang Fugui hesitated, and said after a while: "Oh, didn't he give me supplements a while ago? He also asked me to help him advertise and promote it. Liu and the others recommended it. Who knows, Lao Liu told me the day before yesterday that his son went to the store to look at it on purpose in the city, and said that the price... tsk tsk, I can’t even think about it. It’s just such a small jar. Get this number."

Zhang Fugui drew a number with an expression of disbelief. Although Zhang Qing knew that the things He Fanxing took were not cheap, the price was indeed not affordable for ordinary people like them. After thinking about it, he said: " Dad, no matter what, it’s a little bit of Brahman’s intention. People from big cities like them earn tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands a month. From our point of view, it’s unacceptable. The matter of monthly salary, to put it bluntly, is that the concept of consumption is different, so don’t worry about it, maybe people don’t pay attention to that little money at all.”

After hearing this, Zhang Fugui felt that this made sense, nodded and said, "That's right, speaking of Yu He and the others, which one is not..."

Speaking of this, Zhang Fugui suddenly stopped talking, and looked up at Zhang Qing, who smiled lightly at him.

Zhang Fugui suddenly lost the interest to continue talking, sighed, and shook his head.

Zhang Qing pretended not to understand, and said to Zhang Fugui, "Dad, don't tell my mother about this. My mother is very thoughtful, and she likes to think about this and that when she has nothing to do. If she knows that those things are so expensive, she must be ashamed." I couldn't sleep for several nights, I felt like I owed a debt, anyway, I ate everything, it's a big deal, let's treat Brahma better in the future."

"That's what I meant too, so I didn't dare to tell your mother, you are right, next time I see Xiao He, I have to drink two more glasses with him."

"Okay, but Dad, don't lose face if you can't drink him."

"Nonsense! Your father has a good drinking capacity." Speaking of this, Zhang Fugui suddenly remembered that they had not drank together before, and puffed out his chest with a guilty conscience, "Don't say it, just Xiaohe's drinking capacity is probably enough. He doesn't have many people, besides, he is younger than me and has a better foundation, when I was young, I was really no worse than him."

Zhang Qing looked at Zhang Fugui with a smile, and let him make excuses for himself.

In the kitchen, Mrs. Zhang also heard something, bowed her head and said to Guo Jingjing, who was choosing vegetables: "Your grandfather is blowing nonsense again, is he still in the past? Back then, his drinking capacity was not as good as it is now!"

Guo Jingjing felt a little congested in his stomach, so he changed to a high bench and sat down, feeling better. After listening to Zhang's words, he followed her and asked, "How did grandpa drink like that?"

"What else can I do?" Mrs. Zhang said in distaste, "Come to my house to drink with your uncle and grandpa, and you will get drunk after a few drinks. Your great-grandpa is kind-hearted, and he won't let your uncle give it to you for fear of drinking people out of order." He poured wine, he poured it well, chasing your uncle and grandpa to ask for a wine bottle, but your uncle and grandpa deliberately teased him, holding the wine bottle and refusing to give it, the two chased each other along the field ridge for more than half an hour, and the whole village Everyone gathered around to watch the excitement, he has become famous, and the villagers made fun of him when they saw him, after that, he was desperately unwilling to accompany me back to my mother's house."

Guo Jingjing couldn't help but smiled: "Then what happened after that?"

"Later? Later, it was your uncle who came to pick him up in person, so he was willing to go, but since then, whenever your uncle said to meet your grandfather for a drink, he trembled in fright." Mrs. Zhang turned to pick up the plate, Seeing that Guo Jingjing was sitting on such a high bench to choose dishes, with his legs spread apart, his posture was very strange.

Mrs. Zhang said helplessly: "Jingjing, why are you sitting on this bench? This posture makes you look like a woman is pregnant. Is your waist uncomfortable?"

"No……"

Guo Jingjing blushed, and silently moved his legs together.

After the dishes were all cleaned up, Mrs. Zhang kicked Guo Jingjing out of the kitchen and refused to let him help.

Guo Jingjing came out and added some hot water to Zhang Qing and Zhang Fugui. Zhang Fugui looked at him and said, "Jingjing, I've had a better life recently. I look stronger than before. It's good. Eat more. Twenty A young man in his early years should not be too thin to marry a wife."

Guo Jingjing's face turned even redder. Zhang Fugui didn't know it, but Zhang Qing knew it well. The child in Guo Jingjing's belly was getting older and his appetite was good. Of course, he would grow flesh. Guo Jingjing's skin was thin, so how could he stand it? Having said that, Zhang Qing immediately made an excuse for him, saying: "Ah Jing, go to the door and have a look, it's quite windy outside, I hung my clothes on the pennies to dry, don't let the wind blow them off. "

"Well, I see, Dad."

Guo Jingjing stepped out of the door quickly, hid by the wall and looked at his stomach, it was indeed a little bulging, Guo Jingjing frowned, and scratched the back of his neck and chin with some annoyance.

A car drove up from the main road. Guo Jingjing knew the license plate and it belonged to Guo Zizhang. Guo Jingjing suddenly remembered what his grandmother said just now. When he woke up last night, he didn't pay much attention. Looking at it now, it seems that his father said something to drive him away. This is not like his father at all. Why does his father treat Guo Zizhang like this?

"Jingjing? How is it? Are you feeling better?"

Guo Zizhang got off the car, Guo Jingjing looked at him, and felt that the two of them were standing side by side, but Guo Zizhang looked more like a patient, with no blood on his face and red eyes.

"Guo Zizhang, what happened to your eyes?"

"Oh, maybe I didn't sleep well last night. Why, there are bloodshots?" Guo Zizhang turned his back and rubbed his eyes, his posture was very natural, as if it was just like what he said, only because he didn't sleep well.

Guo Jingjing pursed his lips and looked at him for a while, then Guo Zizhang suddenly smiled and asked him, "Jingjing, your name...is it your father's name?"

"Well," Guo Jingjing nodded, a little surprised why he suddenly asked this.

Guo Zizhang seemed to see the confusion in his eyes, and immediately explained: "Oh, it's nothing, I just think it's a coincidence that there are so many surnames in hundreds of families, but your father... Que Yihao named you Guo, maybe, this It’s also a kind of fate between us.”

Guo Jingjing frowned, stared at Guo Zizhang for a while, and suddenly said, "Guo Zizhang, did something happen to you?"

"No," Guo Zizhang said with kindness in his eyes, "Don't think too much, Jingjing, I'm just saying it casually."

Guo Jingjing looked at him, apparently not believing it.

Zhang Fugui's voice in the room shouted to this side: "Jingjing? Is there a visitor? Why don't you come in to chat?"

"Grandpa, Dad, it's Guo Zizhang."

"Xiao Guo? Come in, come in, it's so cold at the door."

Guo Jingjing led Guo Zizhang into the door, Guo Zizhang smiled and called out: "Grandpa."

After finishing speaking, he looked down at Zhang Qing who was facing him sideways, paused, and then called out in a low voice: "Uncle Zhang."

Zhang Fugui smiled and pulled Guo Zizhang to sit down. After some politeness, he also expressed his gratitude for sending Zhang Qing back yesterday. .

Now that everyone is here, regardless of whether they came uninvited or not, it is normal for him to stay for lunch because he helped Zhang Qing yesterday. At the dinner table, Zhang Fugui chatted and laughed, drank a few glasses of wine, Active atmosphere touches a good hand.

"Xiao Guo, you and Xiao He, you two really have nothing to say, you don't put on the airs of rich people at all, and you are very polite to us old people. To be honest, Jingjing can get along so well with you, from the bottom of my heart Huanxi, come, grandpa toasts you!"

Zhang Fugui held up the cup, but Guo Zizhang lowered his head but didn't respond, as if he was lost in thought, Zhang Fugui called out twice again: "Xiao Guo, Xiao Guo? What's the matter? You look bad, you have something on your mind ah?"

Guo Zizhang raised his head and quickly apologized: "Grandpa, I'm sorry, I was distracted just now, come, I respect you."

"Don't, don't, don't toast first," Zhang Fugui stopped Guo Zizhang's wine glass, "Tell me, what happened?" Guo Zizhang looked at the crowd, and Mrs. Zhang also put down his chopsticks and said, "My son , Let’s talk about it, it’s uncomfortable to hold back in your heart, you just treat this as your own home, it’s fine.”

Guo Zizhang smiled palely: "Grandma, if this was in my house, I really wouldn't dare to say it, but here, seeing you and grandpa caring so much about me, I... I really can't bear it."

Guo Zizhang lowered his head, looking stiff.

"What happened? Even the family can't tell?"

Zhang Fugui asked, Guo Jingjing also stopped the bowl and chopsticks to look at him, Zhang Qing was the only one on the whole table, holding the chopsticks and still holding the dishes, but his movements were always paused.

Guo Zizhang struggled for a while before he opened his mouth and said, "My fourth uncle was diagnosed with laryngeal cancer recently, no matter how much his family tried to persuade him, he refused to go to the hospital..."

pat!

Before Guo Zizhang finished speaking, Zhang Qing lost his hand and dropped the chopsticks on the ground. At that moment, Guo Zizhang's eyes darkened.