856. Returning home comes from the filial piety of the son
"have you eaten?"
In the simple and tidy brick and tile hall, Mr. Qin put down his cigarette and sat up on the kang.
"have eaten.
Qin Jian said as he entered the room and put the things in his hands against the wall.
Mr. Qin walked over and looked at what Qin Jian had brought, and grinned, "This milk tastes good."
Qin Jian: "I'll buy you a few boxes in time for tomorrow."
The old man nodded, "Don't buy too much, or you'll spoil it."
"Grandpa, what did you say?"
The old man's accent was too strong and Qin Jian didn't understand him.
Next door, Mrs. Qin was frying something. When she heard her grandson coming back, she wiped her hands on her apron. When she came to the main room and saw that only Qin Jian was back, she asked, "Where is your dad?"
"Grandma, my dad is cooking at home."
Qin Jian stepped forward and held Mrs. Qin's hand, "Grandma, are you feeling well recently?"
Old Mrs. Qin smiled: "It's okay. You can eat and sleep. If you don't want to eat something, I'll make it for you."
Qin Jian: "I don't want to eat, grandma. I ate it this morning. Please clean up and let's get ready to leave."
Mrs. Qin waved her hand and said she was going to blow up everything.
Qin Jian: "Don't mess with grandma, everything at home has been done this year."
Mrs. Qin refused and insisted on blowing up everything.
Seeing this, Qin Jian said nothing more and spoke a few words with Mrs. Qin, then returned to the main room and sat next to Mr. Qin.
Qin Jian has never spoken to Mr. Qin since he was a child.
First of all, he was born in the city and raised by his grandmother.
Secondly, when he was a child, he couldn't understand Mr. Qin's words.
The third reason is that the old man is deaf. Qin Jian sometimes talks to the old man but the old man does not respond.
Qin Jian didn't know what to say at this moment, but he didn't play with his mobile phone or do anything else.
Just sitting on the kang, smelling the dry smoke in the main room, looking at the family photos on the wall from time to time, and looking at the bare mountains outside the window from time to time.
Grandpa and grandson just sat like this.
Sound.
"Was your eldest sister busy last year?" Mr. Qin took a puff of dry cigarette and spoke slowly.
"Busy!" Qin Jian leaned into Mr. Qin's ear, "My sister is busy!"
moment.
"Has she found someone?"
"No!"
"Have you found a partner?"
"found!!"
Mr. Qin's thin cheeks twitched, "When will you get married?"
“It’s still early!!”
Mr. Qin nodded, smiled again, continued to smoke, and stopped talking.
About half an hour later, Qin Jian received a call from He Jing, saying that the family was almost ready.
Qin Jian took the phone and walked aside, "I guess we have to wait a while here, grandma has to finish blowing things up."
He Jing: "Don't worry, wait until grandma finishes blowing."
Qin Jian: "I'm not in a hurry, it will probably be over soon.
He Jing warned: "Drive slowly on the road and fasten your seat belts for your grandparents."
Qin Jian: "Yeah, sister, don't worry."
Not long after hanging up the phone, Mrs. Qin entered the main room carrying a plate of hot pancakes.
Qin Jian knew it was time for him to appear.
Mr. Qin put down his cigarette and got down from the kang and came to the incense burner.
When Mrs. Qin finished dressing up as a tribute, Mr. Qin said to Qin Jian: "Kowtow."
Qin Jian knelt down without saying a word, put his hands on the ground, bent down, and his forehead came into close contact with the ground.
After getting up, he didn't brush the dust off his knees. There was a rule in Zhuangzi that he couldn't pat them.
Mr. Qin took out a brand new hundred-yuan bill that he had prepared and handed it to Qin Jian, "Take it."
Qin Jian took it and put it away, "Thank you, grandpa."
At the same time, he also took out two red envelopes and presented them to him. The old couple did not refuse or open them.
Mrs. Qin packed up the fried New Year goods and changed her outfit. Mr. Qin took out a pair of leather shoes from the old cabinet and put them on.
"Grandma, won't you lock the door?"
"Need not."
As the old couple and their grandson walked out of the yard, Mr. Qin turned on the lantern at the door.
At this time, the second aunt across the door seemed to be waiting. She greeted the old couple and said New Year's greetings. Then she handed Qin Jian a bag and said, "Take the pancakes back and eat them!"
"No need for auntie," Qin Jian explained, "if the house explodes, so will grandma."
The second aunt thrust the bag into Qin Jian's hand and said, "The new fried noodles are delicious. Take it. When will your parents come back?"
Unable to save face, Qin Jian had no choice but to accept it, "Let's go tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. I'll go and wish you a happy New Year then."
"Okay." The second aunt returned to the mill again.
Qin Jian started the car and drove out of Zhuangzi with the old couple along the way he came.
Next to the stone pillar at the entrance of the village, a group of children were still shooting off cannons.
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At twelve o'clock at noon, Fang Xuehua was serving dumplings. Through the kitchen window, she saw her sister and brother preparing to light firecrackers at the door of the unit building.
With the "crackling" happening one after another in the community, the eight people gathered around the brand new generous table and ate the last meal of dumplings to bid farewell to the old year and welcome the new year.
Qin Jian was not idle the whole afternoon.
Various New Year greeting calls, emails, and New Year greeting messages from the dormitory group, community group, Bo group, Liu Xiaozhi group, and the "My Motherland" program group kept him busy.
In the middle of the process, he was called upon by Mr. Fang to play a piece of "We Workers Have Power". He Jing, who was laughing so hard on the sidelines, did not "survive the disaster" this year.
Thus, the scene of the two siblings playing bombs with four hands reappeared.
From revolutionary songs of the older generation that the elderly can understand to Western classical works that even Qin Gang cannot understand.
The cooperation between the two siblings is as perfect as a concert scene.
Mr. Fang was very happy. When the two of them finished playing the last song, he took out two red envelopes and gave them to them respectively.
"Thank you, grandpa."
"Thank you, grandpa."
This is also a childhood tradition that Qin Jian remembers. After playing the piano, he would get a red envelope.
He Jing suddenly joked: "You haven't kowtowed to grandpa yet."
Qin Jian counterattacked: "You didn't even knock."
"Ready to eat."
At this time, the sound of Fang Xuehua coming to the rescue came from the dining room. Mr. Fang smiled and said: "You two don't need to kowtow. Old man, I will wait for my great-grandson to kowtow to me in a few years. Qin Jian, how long do you have to wait for grandpa?"
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"Hahaha." Qin Jian laughed and followed Old Man Fang out, and He Jing followed her grandmother and left the bedroom.
As soon as Qin Jian arrived in the living room, he received a call from Hall No. 1.
"Hey, Director Ma, haha, of course."
"Thank you, and take me to say hello to your home."
"Hmm, today I will sit in front of the TV and look forward to everyone's performance."
At this time, on the TV, the new broadcast has ended, and there is only the last moment left before the Spring Festival Gala.
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He Jing returned to the living room and scanned around, then went downstairs.
really.
As soon as she walked out of the unit, she saw Mr. Qin sitting alone in a small pavilion in the green belt, smoking a cigarette.
She hurriedly walked over.
When Mr. Qin saw his granddaughter coming, he wiped out the cigarette butt and put the remaining half of the cigarette in his pocket.
"Grandpa! It's so cold outside! You can just smoke in my bedroom!!"
Mr. Qin grinned, "I'm so nervous up there."
He Jing stood up holding Mr. Qin's arm, "Grandpa! It's time to eat!"
Mr. Qin nodded, slowly took out a small pile of brand new money from his pocket and handed it to He Jing.
He Jing hurriedly waved her hands, "Grandpa!! I can make a lot of money now!!"
"Don't be too little."
As if he hadn't heard anything, Mr. Qin forced the money into He Jing's hand, "Don't be reluctant to spend it outside."
"grandfather..."
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Inside the unit building door, Qin Gang silently turned around and went upstairs.