At the gate of the Song family—

The snow is flying, and the night is quiet.

Song Haiming's "son" screamed loudly, almost resounding throughout the world.

Immediately, another voice sounded in the yard: "Who is here? Why are you so loud?"

He is a woman, needless to say, she is Song Zhichao's mother Wang Jinfeng.

Song Haiming was already so excited that he didn't care much that he stuffed the dumpling bowl he was holding to Du Chunmei, and hugged Song Zhichao tightly into his arms, saying loudly: "I said, "Damn my child, our Achao is back!"

"..." A thud sounded in the yard, as if someone had fallen.

Then he saw Wang Jinfeng running out from inside with snow on half of her body. When she saw Song Zhichao, she said loudly: "Son, it's indeed our Chao!"

At this time, Song Haiming had already let go of Song Zhichao, who was confused. Before Song Haiming could let go, Song Zhichao took a breath, and his mother Wang Jinfeng had already stepped forward and hugged him.

Song Zhichao: “…”

There was no time to react at all.

"A Chao, you're finally back, I miss your mother so much! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Song Zhichao: “…”

I don't know what to do.

He never ruthlessly deals with the enemy and has always been at ease, but this is his family and his mother is at a loss for a moment.

At this time—

"Brother, you are back!" A crisp female voice saw a girl who was about the same age as Du Chunmei jumping out of it like a sparrow, with her beautiful big eyes constantly looking at Song Zhichao - Needless to say, this is Song Zhichao's little sister Song Yuqing.

Song Zhichao continued to be confused - he felt that his denim suit was almost wet with Wang Jinfeng's tears.

"My son has finally come back, so happy is it! Why are you crying?" Song Haiming said to his wife.

"A Chao is back, are I happy as a mother? It's not a piece of meat on your body after falling down, so of course you don't care." Wang Jinfeng let go of Song Zhichao and said to her husband with tears in her eyes.

"Why don't I care? I care a lot! Hurry up, it's cold outside, hurry up and let A Chao go in and warm up!" Song Haiming said and urged Song Zhichao to enter the house.

...

This is a very unique two-story bungalow. In this era, most people built brick and tile houses, but not many people could build bungalows. To be precise, not ten thousand yuan households could build bungalows, but also talented people in the village. And there are not many people like this who built two floors at once.

The middle hall is very spacious, with a big red Eight Immortals table on the front. The Eight Immortals table is filled with rapeseed for the New Year and dumplings that have not been put into the pot.

Behind the Eight Immortals table is an old long carved maroon table. The long table is filled with porcelain statues of Guanyin. There is also an incense niche on the front, with incense candles inserted, and green smoke emitting. When you smell it, it smells very good.

On the wall behind the long desk, there are paintings of the festive Chinese New Year: But there are three great men. ***——The three of them stand on a large grassland, and the red sun rises behind them, with flowers and strong greenery around them. Three horses are leisurely eating grass, and the three of them are wearing windbreakers, facing the rising sun, and pointing to the mountains and rivers.

On both sides of the painting in the middle hall are couplets, the first couplet is: The magnificent mountain opens to welcome the sun; the second couplet is: The romantic figures are in China.

The horizontal banner is - the great leader.

Song Zhichao had already changed his clothes and wore a thick gray cotton jacket. This cotton jacket was made for him by Wang Jinfeng, and it was full of thick cotton. After wearing this clothes, Song Zhichao was not cold, but the original tycoon temperament was completely covered by the heavy gray cotton jacket.

So, it's all ruined.

Buddha relies on gold clothes, and people need clothes, which is definitely a famous saying.

No matter how rich you are, what if you wear the clothes sewn by your mother, you will immediately turn into a silk thread.

It was really deserted to sit in this middle hall, so Song Zhichao got up and slipped into the inner room. The inner room was obviously where Song Haiming and Wang Jinfeng and his wife stayed. At this moment, two little girls Song Yuqing and Du Chunmei were sitting on the bed, watching the Spring Festival Gala happily.

In front of them was a black paint-dropped desk that had been placed on it for a long time. There was a Changhong brand color TV series on it, which was about 21 inches, and the channel was not very clear. Compared with the future high-definition TV, it was simply weak.

Song Zhichao knocked on the door and asked, "Can I go in?" As soon as he said that, he realized that he was wrong. This is his own home, why can't he enter?

Seeing her sister Song Yuqing and the little girl Du Chunmei staring at her, Song Zhichao hurriedly said, "Oh, what I mean is - this place is very small, is there any place to sit?" He looked around.

The two little girls immediately moved their butts on the bed together, and a seat was released, pointing and saying, "Sit here!"

Song Zhichao took a look and found that the place was too small, so he sat down and was afraid that he would be next to them.

But they are innocent, so why bother with me? Song Zhichao walked over and sat down. Sure enough, they were too tight.

Watching TV again, the 1993 Spring Festival Gala has just started soon, and the comedy sketch "Shoes" performed by comedy star Huang Hong and her partner:

Huang: I have a bulge in my waist bag, and if I have money, I have to show off my tricks. Don’t worry about what I do. I can hire a nanny at home. Do you believe it? If you don’t believe it, I will call you down and see, nanny, nanny, nanny,

Wei: Come here, come here, is there anything wrong? Man

Huang: Who do you call a guy? You are a hourly worker, you are a guy, do you know?

Wei: I know, man.

Huang: If you don’t ask a guy, you can’t speak, right?

Wei: No,

Huang: I work from 10:00 to 12:00. You are not allowed to call me during this time. When I hear the ringtone, do you understand?

Wei: I understand...there are breasts on the fire

The classic lines and wonderful interpretations made Song Zhichao unable to help but like them.

At this time, my mother Wang Jinfeng came in with a very irritating dumpling and stuffed it to Song Zhichao and said, "Eat quickly, it's hot!"

Song Zhichao: "Where is my dad?"

"He is cooking two dishes for you, and you two will have a drink later."

"No, I don't drink much."

"Who are you lying to? You used to steal your dad's old wine." Wang Jinfeng smiled and patted his son's head, and asked him why he didn't call him when he came back, and he wore so little.

Song Zhichao said, I want to give you a surprise - I didn’t expect it to be so cold here.

Wang Jinfeng touched his son's head with heartache.

Song Zhichao felt a little awkward, he was not a child.

Fortunately, my father Song Haiming shouted outside at this time: "Come here to eat food!"
Chapter completed!