Golden Greenery

Zhuo Tongtong, wearing a large flowered apron for playing in the water, was wiping a freshly cleaned small soup pot over and over again.

Zhuo Tongtong cooked millet porridge for him and Yang Hong early today. While it was simmering over a low fire, he ran to the cafeteria of the compound service club and served a dozen xiaolongtang dumplings in an insulated lunch box. Served with homemade pickled radish shreds, Yang Hongte likes to eat this.

Yang Hong took out Daphne's black high heels from the shoe cabinet and put them on. She looked in the mirror and straightened the collar of her chiffon shirt: "I'm going to work."

"Okay, go quickly, don't miss the bus." Zhuo Tongtong agreed while walking out of the kitchen holding a rag and wiping her wet hands. From the compound, three Huanghai buses are sent to three directions of the city every morning and evening to facilitate family members and children to go to work and go to school. "My hands are full of oil, so I won't hug you. Come on, give me a kiss."

Yang Hong pecked Zhuo Tongtong's mouth twice, then closed her eyes slightly and rubbed her cheek against her husband's face.

"I'm leaving."

"Hey, come back early tonight, I'll wait for you."

"Um"

Watching his wife go downstairs, Zhuo Tongtong turned around and gently closed the door when she received a text message from Zhuo Yang.

"Dad, Jiang Hu is in urgent need of help. Call me back immediately. Don't let my mother hear it, remember!"

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Zhuo Yang anxiously waited for his father's call. Not long after, his cell phone rang.

"Zhuoyang, what's so urgent? Nothing happened to you? Are you short of money?"

"No, nothing happened..., something happened..., Dad, that's what happened..." Zhuoyang told his father what happened in detail, starting with how he was dismissed by Professor Norman because of his work-study program. I recommended him to play football at Madiburg Club, and then he did so and so, and finally he did so and so, until now he made the headlines, and he almost couldn’t hide it anymore.

"Dad, I really didn't want to coax you, but this matter..., look..."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time. Zhuo Yang was uneasy: "Dad..."

"Zhuoyang, let me ask you. How is your studies?" After a while, Zhuo Tongtong spoke.

"Dad, I promise you, there is absolutely no problem. My scholarship has been in the first place for two consecutive semesters."

"Let me ask you again, have you ever delayed your studies because of playing football?"

"No, Dad, absolutely not. If you don't believe me, you can ask Professor Norman."

"Okay, Zhuo Yang. I know you have liked football since you were a child, so don't worry and go play."

"Then my mother's place..."

"You don't have to worry about this. Leave it to your mother and I will convince her. Believe me, I didn't lie to you, right?"

"Yes, Dad. You have never lied to me." What impressed Zhuo Yang most about his father was that he kept his word, especially to himself, his sister and his mother.

"As for how I will convince your mother, that's not something you should worry about. But!" Zhuo Tongtong still had something to say.

"But!" Zhuo Tongtong's tone left no room for doubt: "You must complete your studies! You must complete it!"

"Dad, I promise you this. I will never let you down!" Zhuo Yang answered firmly.

"Okay, it's okay, just do what you like. You said you can see the report in the country in two days? Then I have to take a closer look and see how the newspaper praises my son..."

Zhuoyang and his father chatted for a while, talking about family matters. After hanging up the phone, Zhuoyang's heart that had been hanging finally settled back into his stomach.

Since dad said so, he can definitely do it. Zhuo Yang has absolute trust in his father. This trust comes from the accumulation of countless small things over time.

Zhuo Tongtong has kept every small promise she made to her children since Zhuo Qiuqiu and Zhuo Yang were toddlers. If you say you want to buy toys, you will definitely buy them. If you say you can watch TV, you will definitely watch it. If you say you want something to eat, you will definitely take your child with you. If you say you will be punished if you stand before homework is done, you will definitely be punished. Zhuo Tongtong is not like some parents who casually agree to some children's requests for emergency reasons and then forget all about it.

I didn't take it to heart at all and thought it wasn't a big deal. Zhuo Tongtong never makes promises casually, but once she says something, she will definitely try her best to make it happen.

Zhuo Tongtong's approach of keeping his promise made Zhuo Qiu and Zhuo Yang feel very safe and secure, and their father's approach also had a very profound influence on the siblings' personalities.

Zhuo Tongtong is a little man, but he is a great father and a qualified husband.

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At night, Zhuo Tongtong hugged his wife and rested Yang Hong's head on his weak chest. He and his wife are middle-aged, and it has been more than 20 years since they got married, but Zhuo Tongtong is still very obsessed with his wife's body and has never been tired of it.

Yang Hong pressed against her husband's chest, squinting her eyes and listening to the strong heartbeat in her husband's chest. She likes to listen to this voice, and likes to count her husband's heartbeat before falling asleep every time after the passion. After listening to this voice for more than twenty years, she was still not tired of it, not even a little bit.

Zhuo Tongtong gently rubbed his wife's smooth and delicate shoulders with his palms, looking at the blush on his wife's face that had not faded.

"Honghong, I have something to discuss with you." Zhuo Tongtong started his unique way of thinking and working.

"Yeah." Yang Hong responded lazily from her nose.

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Zhuo Yang pushed out the bicycle and leaned half of his body on it to press it: Well, the back strap is quite inflated. Unexpectedly, every bicycle shop in Hannover provides a strap replacement service, which is quite convenient. Get on the bicycle, pedal hard, and the bicycle and the bicycle speed together towards the peninsula.

Bang..., bang...

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"No! Absolutely not!" Yang Hong didn't care about her nakedness, and sat up from the bed with a sudden movement. Even though she was middle-aged, her chest was still delicate.

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, Honghong. Listen to me..." Zhuo Tongtong also quickly sat up, bowed his hands, and held his wife in his arms.

"No, no matter what you say, it won't work!" Yang Hong twisted her body left and right and struggled.

"Ouch, don't be angry, don't be angry. You look so tempting when you're angry, like an angry little mare."

"Zhuo... um..." As soon as Yang Hong opened her mouth, her husband's mouth blocked her. Zhuo Tongtong kissed his wife hard, pushed Yang Hong back to the bed, and then...

"...Um..., please be gentle..., bad guy..."

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"What's that, Zhuo Yang? Why do I feel like my shoes always pinch my feet when I wear them recently? Do you think it's because my feet are growing again?" De Jong, the butcher, asked Zhuo Yang while changing clothes in the locker room.

"It's impossible. Your shoes have only been adjusted for a few days. How could they grow so fast? Try mine. I remember we are the same size." Zhuoyang threw his left sneaker over.

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"This matter is non-negotiable, and we cannot let him do whatever he wants." Yang Hong lay lazily, without any strength in his body.

"This can't be considered nonsense. I didn't delay my studies." Zhuo Tongtong's hand still caressed his wife slowly and dishonestly.

"That's not okay. He said it wasn't delayed, so it wasn't delayed. How much trouble did he get because of playing football... Well..." Her mouth was blocked by her husband's passionate kiss again.

Zhuo Tongtong began to be frivolous about his wife again.

"...Um..., be gentle..., bad guy..."

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