"It's great to have a wife. When I get home in the middle of the night, the lights are still on."
Gao Zheng's face stained with dust at this moment was filled with a happy smile.
"Have you eaten?" Tang Jingyue asked,
Gao Zheng took off his coat and said, "I've eaten."
"Go and wash up quickly. Get some rest early. We have business to do tomorrow."
When mentioning tomorrow's events, Gao Zheng's deep eyes flashed with a hint of sadness.
When he came in after washing, Tang Jingyue had already made the bed.
Although Gao Zheng was very tired and the couple lay on the bed, neither of them felt sleepy.
Gao Zheng put his arms behind his head, looked at the ceiling and sighed, "Time flies so fast. In a flash, dad has been gone for three years."
"Yes, I think it will be soon. Yanyan has been in a bad mood today. The child misses her grandpa. Fortunately, you are back. Otherwise, she would be even more sad."
"It's the anniversary of dad's death. I will come back no matter what."
Only then did Gao Zheng realize that over the past few years, he had basically been absent from all important events at home.
He remembers his wife's wedding anniversary every year, but he cannot spend it with her every year.
He is often absent from his two children's birthdays.
Thanks to his elderly parents, he stayed with his two children until they were fifteen years old.
"Jingyue, are you aggrieved by following me all these years?"
Gao Zheng looked at the woman lying next to him, who was still as beautiful as before, and sighed, with a somewhat self-blaming tone.
"I'm boring, emotionless, and always busy. I've never fulfilled my responsibilities and obligations to our family. I'm sorry for you and the children."
"Do you think I'm wronged?" Tang Jingyue rubbed against him and pinched him angrily, "You're a little too much. Work always comes first."
"Look, you have gray hair." Tang Jingyue looked at the weathered cheeks of the man in front of her, feeling both distressed and complaining.
He works too hard.
Gao Zheng touched her smooth and moist face and sighed, "Now I am a bad old man, and you are still as beautiful as a flower. Alas, you were eight years old, but now you look like you are ten years old."
Feeling like an eight-year-old.”
"No way, in my eyes, you will always be the most handsome." Tang Jingyue is still Gao Zheng's fan. In short, no matter what he becomes, she still loves him.
, no less.
"I'll dye your hair tomorrow."
She tugged at the white hair on her temples and said distressedly, "My parents will feel uncomfortable seeing you like this."
"good."
The next morning, Tang Jingyue took out the hair dye and took Gao Zheng to the bathroom to dye Gao Zheng's hair.
Apply evenly to both temples. "Wait for half an hour and wash it off."
As soon as Gao Ziyan opened her eyes in the morning, she hurried downstairs to see if her father had come home.
She didn't see anyone in the living room, so she hurriedly went to the bedroom again.
Gao Zichen saw her
"Don't be so impatient."
"Today is such an important day as grandpa's death anniversary. It would be unreasonable if dad doesn't come back."
"If you don't come back, there must be something more important. It's not like you don't know what dad does."
"I'm only worried when I know."
Gao Zheng and Tang Jingyue in the bathroom were silent for a moment when they heard the conversation between their son and daughter.
Tang Jingyue looked at Gao Zheng with a solemn expression, and Gao Zheng also looked guilty.
Even though Gao Zheng became the director, he was always fighting on the front line. He had been injured several times before and kept hiding it from his children. However, their children were so smart that they finally returned.
I found out about Gao Zheng's injury.
They know what their father's profession means, so, like Tang Jingyue, they always have their hearts hanging in the air when Gao Zheng is on a business trip.
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Gao Zheng still had hair dye on his head and hadn't washed it yet, so he opened the bathroom door and went out.
When he saw his daughter, he smiled and said, "Yanyan, daddy is back."
When Gao Ziyan saw her father, she rushed over excitedly.
"Lao Gao, you scared me to death. I thought you didn't come back."
When Gao Ziyan was excited, she hugged her father a little tight and returned the favor. Then, by chance, Gao Zheng's temple brushed against her cheek, and she felt it
It was sticky, so she touched it with her hand and said, "Oh, what is this?"
Gao Zheng replied, "I'm dyeing my hair."
"Really, this thing is the hardest to wash."
Gao Ziyan complained, quickly let go of Gao Zheng, and ran to the bathroom.
Gao Zheng looked at his son who was standing not far away, looking at his son blankly, and said lightly, "Why don't you come over and give me a hug?"
"Hypocritical." Gao Zichen turned around and walked away.
Gao Zheng, "..."
He looked at his wife with dissatisfaction and complained, "Jingyue, why is this kid so incapable of getting into trouble?"
Tang Jingyue replied, "Hereditary."
Gao Zichen turned around gracefully, but his nose felt a little sour.
Lao Gao has white hair.
I need to dye my hair.
The third anniversary of Gao Zheng's father's death was a big day. Tang Liye brothers, Gu Jingchuan and Tang Ze all took the time to go to the cemetery together.
Before his death, Mr. Gao always emphasized that feudalism was not allowed.
Whether it is when he dies or during the Qingming Festival, you only need to come to the cemetery to see him.
Gao Zheng also always respected his father's last wish and complied with it.
But today, Tang Jianye still brought a packet of paper money.
He knew that Gao Zheng and the others were atheists and did not like this.
At this time, while dividing the paper money, he muttered casually, "Burn some. It's difficult to move down there without money. Don't believe it. I have seen a movie before. Those
Those who don’t have money are really pitiful down there. It’s just like us up there, everything needs to be taken care of.”
Tang Jingyue glanced at her son and daughter, who were standing with solemn faces, and said to her father, "Dad, don't spread this in front of the children."
"Okay, I won't tell you, just burn it. I will burn it for your grandparents every year. They never ask for money in their dreams. They must be rich. Don't believe it."
Tang Jianye specially took a bag with Mr. Gao's name written on it and lit it with a lighter.
"In-laws, we are here to burn paper money for you. If you receive it, use it to spend it. The family is very good. Look how good these two grandsons are."
Gao Ziyan knelt beside him and helped to distribute the paper money, "Grandpa, we miss you."
Everyone else was kneeling there, listening to Tang Jianye's mutterings.
Gao Zheng and the others had nothing to do with their old father-in-law, and they were actually very warm-hearted.
After burning the paper, Tang Jianye looked at the tombstone and sighed, "In the future, if I die, don't do the flowers thing, you must burn some money."
Gao Ziyan immediately expressed his position, "Grandpa, I will burn it for you from now on."
Tang Jianye touched her head and said, "Yanyan is really filial. I can see it. They are all unreliable. If you burn paper for me, all my property will be left to you in the future."
you."
As a businessman, Tang Jianye is very superstitious. He firmly believes that no matter whether he is a human or a ghost, he must spend money.
Tang Jingyue interrupted them unhappily, "Can we talk about something auspicious?"
Tang Jianye said calmly, "At this age, I don't care about life or death.".
