There is a wife at home

Guo Jingjing was not very good at persuading people. Mrs. Zhang was holding her breath and couldn't be happy all the time. He helped Mrs. Zhang pick more than half of the persimmons from the two persimmon trees. It is orange-yellow, but the meat inside has not yet softened. There are many birds and insects in the countryside. It will be too late to let the persimmons grow until they are naturally ripe. The ripe persimmons either have a hole here or a hole there, full of birds and insects For food, the persimmons taste good after being picked.

The persimmon tree in Zhang’s courtyard has been growing for several years, and the persimmons produced every year are many and big. Guo Jingjing picked a lot of them. Mrs. Zhang asked him to pack some in a snakeskin bag and take them home, and she kept the rest for herself. The rest will be used to make dried persimmon cakes.

Guo Jingjing knew that Mrs. Zhang was in a bad mood, so she took the persimmons and was not in a hurry to go back. She sat and watched Mrs. Zhang making persimmon cakes.

Mrs. Zhang was picking persimmons, and he went in to pick them too. He found that the persimmons picked by Mrs. Zhang were very big, and they were put aside to dry the persimmons, and he also picked the big ones aside.

"Your father sold more than half of that chicken a few years ago, so he must have made a lot less money by the time of the Chinese New Year, right?"

"Your father is also honest. Others sell the native eggs for one yuan and five, but he pays one yuan and two. Can he not lose money? Back then years ago, native chickens could only be sold for a hundred yuan a piece, so he didn't go up. Price, I know, Ah Qing is honest and not black-hearted, alas, I don't know what to say about him."

"Grandma is fine too, you're not evil." So she couldn't tell his father to change the price. Guo Jingjing knew in his heart that the person Zhang Qing respected the most in his life was Mrs. Zhang.

Mrs. Zhang naturally understood the meaning of Guo Jingjing's words, and looked at Guo Jingjing with some relief, her eyes filled with memories.

"In the blink of an eye, you are so big. I still remember when you were huddled in the bed and couldn't scream. In the end, I lured you here with half a pack of crispy candy. You looked so pitiful and said you would stay. Give half of it to your father, you have been filial since you were a child, and grandma looks at you, I don’t know how happy it is.”

The Zhang family had many children, three males and one female, but the Zhang family seldom mentioned them in front of Guo Jingjing. Guo Jingjing didn't know why, and Zhang Qing always took him to avoid those four people intentionally or unintentionally.

He understood what his father meant. No matter how Zhang Qing was, he was not Zhang Fugui's parent and son. Zhang Qing didn't want those people to think that he took something from them.

So in Guo Jingjing's memory, he has almost no impression of those four people. It's just that they had a New Year's Eve dinner together when they were very young. The last time those people came back, his father took him to celebrate the New Year by himself in the red brick house.

Guo Jingjing looked at the gray-haired Mrs. Zhang, and felt quite uncomfortable. It used to be fine, but after he entered the police academy, he came back less frequently. But every time he came back, he could clearly see Mrs. Zhang getting older. That black hair has changed from only a few white hairs to only a few black hairs now, it seems that it is only a blink of an eye.

"Grandma, when I have time tomorrow, I'll take you to the barber shop to dye your hair."

Guo Jingjing knows that hair dyeing is very popular now, and there are many old men and women who dye their hair black. He has seen it before.

"Dye your hair?" Mrs. Zhang was taken aback for a moment, then smiled. "I'm so old, why dye my hair? Besides, won't it come back for nothing? Let's not waste that money. Grandma knows that my grandson loves grandma the most, so it's fine."

Mrs. Zhang sighed, looking at Guo Jingjing's loving smile.

"Jingjing thinks that grandma is old when her hair turns gray, doesn't she? Don't worry, grandma will watch you get married and have children, and she will take care of your great-grandson in the future."

Guo Jingjing's heart was sour and sweet, he couldn't speak, he just nodded his head, he thought, if the matter between him and Zhao Amei really came to fruition, this day shouldn't be very far away, right?

After having lunch at Zhang's, Guo Jingjing called Zhao Amei.

"Ami, are you busy now?"

"..." There was a pause on the other end of the phone before Zhao Amei said, "Sorry, I'm a little busy right now, what can you do?"

Guo Jingjing heard Zhao Amei said that she was busy and didn't want to disturb her work, so she said: "Then you should be busy first, do you have time in the evening? I will pick you up from get off work?"

"...Okay, see you then."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Amei was sitting at the desk in a daze, and the female colleague came over with a gossip face and asked with a gossip face, "Is the handsome boyfriend calling? Amei, you are progressing very fast. When will you order?" I'm still waiting for the wedding wine." Zhao Amei smiled awkwardly, didn't answer, stood up and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

"Why are you ashamed..."

The colleague was still joking there, Zhao Amei quickened her pace and went into the bathroom, bit her lip, and finally called Zhao Jinhua.