The Great Era of Rebirth: 1993

   Chapter 215, Back to the door (please subscribe!)

  Although I know that there shouldn't be any difference if the full cubs go to the annual festival.

   But when Du Shuangling really went home with Zhang Xuan, they were escorted by Du Kedong and Ai Qing to Zhang's house, Ruan Xiuqin couldn't be more happy.

  Three steps for two steps, two steps for one step…

   Ruan Xiuqin hurriedly walked out of the door, pulled Du Shuangling to look at her, and smiled brightly.

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

"Aunt."

  Du Shuangling was shy when Ruan Xiuqin stared straight at her, but she was very excited. Nothing could be better than being highly recognized by her future mother-in-law.

   Having known each other for so long, Du Shuangling has always felt that Ruan Xiuqin is the kind of elder who is best to get along with.

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

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

   walked around the villa and asked Ruan Xiuqin, "Is there any wild boar at home?"

   Ruan Xiuqin said, "Yes."

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

   Ruan Xiuqin said: "There is also."

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

   Ruan Xiuqin smiled and nodded, agreeing.

   I can't help but agree, this is the most harmonious exchange between the two in decades.

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

   Yang Manjing choked, but because of the presence of so many adults around, she still shouted to the face: "Sister-in-law."

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

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

  …

   Four o'clock in the afternoon.

  Old Zhang's bathtub is ready. Installed two, one in Zhang Xuan's bedroom and one outside.

   The person who installed the bathtub had just left, and two more people came to the intersection.

   Zhang Xuan took a look.

Why!

  This, isn't this the two elementary school teachers in the next town?

   is also the bitter master who was killed by the second sister.

   Someone's son was kidnapped by his second daughter, Ruan Xiuqin has always felt very guilty, and she apologized when she brought a cup of tea.

  The two teachers are rare people who are reasonable. Not only did they not blame Ruan Xiuqin, but they comforted her instead. After all, from the perspective of parents, everyone is a hard worker, and no one is better than the other.

  The two teachers deliberately pulled away today to inquire about the news. When they learned that there was no news about Zhang Lan in the Zhang family, they sighed and were extremely frustrated.

   That miserable appearance made people feel heartbroken.

   Ruan Xiuqin kept the two of them for dinner, but the two firmly refused, raised their legs and left.

   Several times of procrastination, and sincerity to keep the meal, but to no avail.

Finally, Ruan Xiuqin glanced at Ouyang Yong, who immediately understood and sent the two teachers back to the next town.

   Thinking that it was getting late and there were still a lot of things to do at home, this time the two teachers were not pretentious and got into the car.

   Watching the motorcycle go away, Ruan Xiuqin burst into tears.

   Don't worry about your son, don't worry about her son, isn't she the same?

   It's all a piece of meat that fell from her body. It's New Year's Day, and I don't know if the second daughter is doing well outside, whether she has food, clothes, or has she been bullied?

   Don't worry about Zhang Lando's willfulness and mistakes, but Ruan Xiuqin at this moment has long since thrown them out of the sky, and only hopes that her daughter will have a good life.

   Actually, Zhang Xuan vaguely understood that Comrade Ruan Xiuqin was eccentric towards him. But she was actually partial to the second sister.

  Sometimes he feels inexplicably confused when he thinks about it, man, it's a bit sad.

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

   The one who stayed by her side all the time, who worked hard and obeyed her orders, who cooked for her in her later years, who combed her hair and washed her clothes, and who accompanied her for a walk, was the least favored eldest sister.

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

   Ruan Dezhi and Du Kedong had nothing to do, and they made an appointment to dig winter bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest behind.

   Yang Manjing, who had never seen the strange, also followed with great interest, but soon came back alone.

   Zhang Xuan asked: "Why didn't you read it?"

   Yang Manjing said with a gloomy expression: "Uncle Yang has dug more than 20 sticks, but my dad has not dug a single one."

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

   Dinner dishes are good, crowded and lively.

   Although there are many elders on the table today, Du Shuangling's "return to the door" status is destined to be the protagonist.

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

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

   After a circle, Du Shuangling drank almost a glass of soju, and she looked so drunk that Zhang Xuan was distressed to death.

   Zhang Xuan rebuked in a low voice: "I said I'll drink it for you, you can just say what you want, what's up with you?"

   Du Shuangling, who drank too much, was blushing as bright as a rose. She stared at Zhang Xuan with a happy expression: "Today is different, I am happy."

   "Well." Zhang Xuan stretched out his hand to help her brush her hair, and asked with concern, "Do you have a headache, go to my room to rest for a while."

  Du Shuangling felt her state and nodded in agreement.

   Seeing Zhang Xuanban and Du Shuangling go into the bedroom to rest, Du Kedong and Ai Qing silently looked at each other, and the next second they continued to chat and laugh with others, as if they didn't see it.

  Other people here saw that the Du Kedong couple didn't say anything, let alone say anything.

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

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

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

   The two of them are open to each other. Now, who does not know the relationship between the youngest daughter of the Du family and the great writer Zhang Xuan?

   So whether to stay here for the night or not, in fact, it is the same in the eyes of outsiders. Du Shuangling is Zhang Xuan's daughter-in-law who has never been there, and her reputation has spread long ago, so it doesn't matter.

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

   Take a look at the time, 9:54

   took another look at her room and the bed she slept on. She wanted to cry, but she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

   You don't need to ask and you can guess, her father and mother must have abandoned her.

   As for asking Zhang Xuan to send herself back, Du Shuangling was too lazy to say it, because saying it would definitely mean not saying it.

   He would like to spend the night here by himself.

   There is a kettle on the bedside table, a water cup, and a note.

   There is a note on the note that reads: Your man is in the study next door, come over when you think about it.

   looked at the note for a while, Du Shuangling smiled, and also raised the kettle, poured herself a cup of hot water, and took a sip.

   opened the door, she hesitated, and went downstairs to the first floor.

  The pig was slaughtered this morning, and Ruan Xiuqin was training the oil residue.

   Ruan Dezhi tied a block scarf and was shaving pig skin.

  Yang Yingman is helping to cut the meat.

  Yang Manjing didn't stop, she was idle, picking and choosing to eat oil residue.

   Zhang Ping also came. He was burning the fire, his lips moved, and Barabara kept talking.

   Seeing Du Shuangling coming down, Zhang Ping immediately patted the tree stump beside him and greeted warmly:

   "Brother and sister, wake up, come, come and sit in the stove, it's warm here."

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

   Zhang Ping shook her hands violently, "Yeah! Brother and sister, you are a college student. In the future, you will eat national food, so what kind of fire do you learn to cook? Don't learn, don't learn, this is what farmers do, just sit and cook."

  Du Shuangling, "..."

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

  After one o'clock in the morning, when Zhang Xuan, who had finished writing, went back to his bedroom, he was full of expectations, and Comrade Shuangling was not in his bed.

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

  Since he has stayed, since he has reached this stage, Comrade Shuangling may not resist sleeping with him anymore.

   Ruan Xiuqin was a very important person, so she made arrangements without Du Shuangling speaking.

   It's not that Ruan Xiuqin is conservative, it's not that Ruan Xiuqin is considerate to Du Shuangling, but the three members of Ruan Dezhi's family still live at home. There are some things that need to be covered up.

  Otherwise, since Ruan Xiuqin cares about Du Shuangling, Zhang Xuan would like to eat this girl earlier, so that the raw rice can be cooked.

   That way you can't run.

  Hey, it seems that the happiness plan won't 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, and a long time.

   Zhang Xuan sighed again and turned over to sleep.

  …

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

  Tonight is New Year's Eve.

   Today, Zhang Xuan didn't sleep late, he got up early in the morning to chop wood.

   Looking at the seven dry pine trees that are thicker than the mouth of the bowl, Zhang Xuan suddenly misses the days of fat children.

  For 50 consecutive minutes, under the watchful eyes of Du Shuangling and Yang Manjing, Zhang Xuan, who was in charge, sawed off 7 large pine trees in one breath.

   Well, yes, an improvement over last year.

   But then it softened.

   The arm holding the saw is a little weak, and the waist is a little bit unable to stand up straight. Damn it, it's more tiring than boxing.

  Hot, it was too hot, Zhang Xuan snorted sweat beads on his forehead with his right hand, took off his jacket and rested.

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

   Zhang Xuan, "..."

   Hearing this, Yang Manjing's eyelids were raised to the sky, thinking how could she love her boyfriend like this, it's too selfish, it's too selfish.

   Immediately thought, if it was changed to Little Eleven, it is estimated that he would have used N methods to guide his brother-in-law over.

   At this moment, Yang Manjing felt that any kind of man would attract any kind of woman, and people would be divided into groups. Neither is a good thing.

   After resting for about ten minutes, Zhang Xuan got up and continued to work, chopping wood with an axe.

   He did not dare to rest for too long, for fear that he would not want to move after sitting for a long time.

   Chopping firewood requires skill and strength.

   Zhang Xuan worked for an hour, and then he died again. He was panting heavily, leaning against the wall like a dead dog, and everyone 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 his respected younger brother hanging on the wall looking like he was dying, 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's up with the New Year's Eve?

  There is a ghost for the dead, and Zhang Xuan doesn't need to say hello. Ouyang Yong is very discerning and automatically picks up the axe and chops it up.

  Zhang Xuan pretended to say: "Go run a motorcycle to earn money, I can finish this job."

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

   Zhang Xuan asked curiously, "What?"

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

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

  I still underestimate Ouyang Yong, this man is thicker than expected and a little smarter.

  Du Shuangling pursed her lips and laughed.

   Yang Manjing's whole person is not well, and she thinks that the aunt is normal in this family.

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

  The rain caught the ice particles and fell on the tiles with a salad.

  The sky is gloomy, and the year is getting heavier.

   Ruan Dezhi couldn't do it with glutinous rice cakes, or dig winter bamboo shoots. Finally, he found the same thing, that is, 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 saw Ruan Dezhi's movements flow like clouds and water, and his strokes were like clouds and smoke, and he completed it in one go. The words are really good, majestic and powerful.

  The owner of the canteen came first and asked for a couplet.

  , this is it!

   Just like the flood discharge from a reservoir, an opening was opened, and all the people at the crossroads came, and one family was considered a family, and each took a pair of Spring Festival couplets and walked away happily.

   For more than an hour, Ruan Dezhi climbed on the table and didn't get up, and his wrist was sore.

   It's New Year's Eve, and the kids are the most excited. They ate paper-wrapped candies, Remy Martin biscuits, which were usually hard to eat, and wore new clothes with small firecrackers.

  From morning to afternoon, the sound of piapiapia did not stop at the entire intersection.

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

   There is a family surnamed Zou next door. The parents hope that their son will become a dragon. They hope that there will be a college student like Zhang Xuan in the family.

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

   But this child is not a student, he is so stupid that he is beaten and scolded by his parents every day, and the roar is almost becoming a regular program at the crossroads.

  Zhang Xuan sat on the low stool to watch the play, and shouted: "Don't cry, hurry up and do your homework, I'll ask you to sing a song after you finish your homework."

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

  Zhang Xuan said: "Listen well. The thief in the first grade, the thief in the second grade, the ballet dancer in the third grade, the handsome guy in the fourth grade is not pursued, the fifth grade has a lot of homework, and the sixth grade exam papers are flying all over the sky."

   The little boy's eyes lit up, and he learned quickly, and he would know it once.

  All afternoon, more than a dozen children lined up at the crossroads, all of them shaking their heads singing this song, which drove the adults crazy.

   After three o'clock in the afternoon, the snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the ground was densely spread layer after layer.

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