"You...you are Huang Xiaozhong. I have seen your photos. It's really my brother, hahaha!"

The girl's eyes were wide open, she looked at Huang Zhong curiously and shouted.

The big mouth and fork were like a bloody mouth, which scared Huang Dingding to hide behind his father: Will he eat people?

Then she jumped hard and hugged Huang Zhong's neck: "Haha, Brother Xiao Zhong, my name is Zhang Qiang, Gong Changzhang, Qiangwei's Wei, my mother married your father, so we are different half-mothers

Brother and sister, I finally have an older brother, haha!"

Good guy, his loud voice is like a warning, I guess he can hear it in this compound.

Huang Zhong is a little speechless, different half-parents, then do we have a relationship?

Well, maybe there is, Huang Zhong could feel that the excitement and pride from the heart when the other party was yelling that he had an older brother, without any hypocrisy and pretentiousness.

So he also smiled: "Hello, Xiaowei."

Hey, Zhang Wei soon found Ding Ding who was hiding behind Huang Zhong, and immediately pulled him over: "Brother, this is your daughter, haha ​​what should your daughter call me? Call me quickly, haha!"

The demonic laughter sounded again, and Huang Dingding was so scared that he curled his mouth and was about to cry.

Huang Zhong quickly comforted his daughter: "Ding Ding, don't be afraid, this is your little aunt, don't bite people."

"Little aunt."

Huang Dingding was supported by his father, so of course he was not afraid. He also stretched out his little hand curiously and touched the other person's explosive head.

At this time, as soon as the door opened, a middle-aged woman appeared: "Vivi, I will listen to your loud voice when I come back, this is..."

Huang Zhong looked over, and saw that the other party was still charming and quiet, so he smiled and nodded: "Hello, Auntie, I am Huang Zhong."

"Mom, this is my brother, my brother is back!" Zhang Wei hugged Huang Zhong's arm.

The woman was obviously stunned for a moment, then she realized her face, and she also showed a look of surprise: "It turned out to be Xiao Zhong, hurry in and welcome you home."

Just go home, almost burst into tears of Huang Zhong:

Is this his home?

This is still his home!

"Old Huang, Jianye, hurry up, Xiao Zhong is back!" the woman cried, and then a tall figure walked out of the kitchen with an apron.

He was holding a spoon in his hand. The moment he saw the yellow clock, the spoon fell to the ground and there was a clang.

"Xiao Zhong!"

"Dad!"

"Son-suck!"

"Dad!"

The father and son hugged each other tightly. For five years, all the estrangement and everything melted instantly under the erosion of blood.

Everything in the world can be let down, but only blood cannot be cut off.

Perhaps the somewhat stubborn Huang Zhong couldn't take this step or call him Dad.

But for Huang Zhong, who has experienced the vicissitudes of life, what is more important than reunion of flesh and blood?

After calming down from the excitement, Huang Jianye pulled his son and looked at him carefully: "Xiao Zhong, you are mature."

"That's right, I've become familiar with each other, and I have even a daughter." Zhang Wei interrupted.

Huang Zhong also looked at his father, his back was no longer so straight, and his temples were stained with the wind and frost of time: "Dad, you are old too."

The aunt looked at the father and son with relief and gently wiped the tears at the corners of her eyes.

Of course she knew the reason for all this, and also knew that Lao Huang had missed his son in recent years, so she was really relieved to have such a reunion. It seems that Huang Zhong, the child, has really grown up.

Huang Jianye's eyes finally fell on Huang Dingding.

"Ding Ding, come on, call me grandpa." Huang Zhong also wiped the tears at the corners of his eyes, pulled his daughter and said.

"Grandpa, grandpa." The little guy called out timidly.

Granddaughter, this is your own granddaughter!

Huang Jianye's heart felt instantly melted. He squatted down and gently picked up the little guy, finally unable to help but burst into tears.

"Grandpa, don't cry, crying is not a good boy." Huang Dingding said to Huang Jianye very seriously.

"Okay, okay, don't cry. Today is a happy day, no one will cry!" Huang Jianye hugged his granddaughter and was reluctant to let go.

The aunt went to the kitchen and had to arrange the food at noon today.

Zhang Wei took out a lot of snacks and shouted, "Dingding, my aunt is delicious, come on, this is chocolate."

"Bad." Huang Dingding took a bite and then grinned.

"Drink, this is Coke, from abroad."

"It's a bit bitter, not delicious." Huang Dingding took a sip and continued to frown. What's delicious, it's not sweet at all.

Huang Jianye and Huang Zhong looked at each other, smiled and shook their heads together, then sat on the sofa, and the father and son started chatting.

It's been five years since my son has no news. How can Huang Jianye, a father, not worry about him?

After learning about his daughter-in-law, Huang Jianye also fell silent, and his eyes looking at his granddaughter became more pity.

"Xiao Zhong, don't leave this time. I'll get you a temporary worker in the factory first. Your major has not been lost, right?" Huang Jianye made up his mind this time and must keep his son.

He works in the News Documentary Film Studio, a videographer. For his son, he sacrifices his face and also wants to find a factory leader. He first arranges his son to be a temporary worker and then slowly becomes a regular.

My son has been learning music from his wife since he was a child, and his foundation is still good.

Huang Zhong nodded, and then explained his father what he had done when he returned to Beijing. Huang Jianye was stunned for a while after hearing this, then stretched out his big hand and gently patted Huang Zhong's shoulder: "Xiao Zhong, you are promising now."

"The food is ready, come and have a meal." The aunt came out and greeted everyone to have a meal.

Huang Zhong then looked at the house. Some places have changed, and some places have not changed.

It can be seen that the family’s conditions are good now, there is a color TV. These days, color TVs are luxury goods.

There is also a small refrigerator with a recorder and a large box of tapes on it.

It can be seen from the cover of the tape that many of them are from Europe and the United States.

Nowadays, it is not easy for foreign things to come in, and ordinary people cannot access them.

When Huang Zhong was chatting with his father just now, he learned that his aunt is the chief violinist of the band. Because of his work, he can usually get in touch with these things.

Lunch is four dishes and one soup, with fish and meat, and the yellow ding tinkles are bulging.

After learning that Huang Zhong was organizing the music for the Hong Kong Red Mansion crew of Journey to the West, the aunt looked surprised.

She is an insider, and of course she knows that the music work of these two dramas has changed several people, some of which are even more famous.

Never expected that the young Huang Zhong could be entrusted with important tasks by the directors of two dramas at the same time. It seems that this child has real skills.

"Brother, you can."

Zhang Wei poked Huang Zhong gently with her elbow, then looked flattering: "Brother, just walk around the back door and find me a suitable song. I like disco the most!"

Huang Zhong smiled and shook his head: "I can't use me now, someone will soon find you to sing and record tapes. I hope you don't feel annoyed at that time."

"It's really, I like singing the most, why are you annoyed?" Zhang Wei looked excited and her body twisted.

"Eat a good meal, a pretty big girl, not yet ready." The aunt rolled her eyes and said angrily.

Zhang Wei shrank her neck happily and quickly dig into her mouth.

The aunt kept picking food for Huang Zhong and his daughter: "Xiao Zhong, when you come back this time, don't leave, this place will always be your home."

"Okay, aunt." Huang Zhong nodded slightly, "I've been in the TV station's guesthouse for this time, and it's more convenient to work there. I'll come back if I have time."

After saying that, he glanced at the two of them and said, "I'm very happy to see that my dad and aunt are both good now."

Huang Jianye put down his chopsticks and said solemnly: "You are busy with work, Ding Ding is still young, so it is not convenient for you to take care of him, so just stay with me!"

Huang Zhong could only smile, it was indeed a relative of his generation.

After lunch, Huang Zhong pushed open the door of a closed house. It was a small house, which was originally the house he lived in.

The moment the door was opened, Huang Zhong felt his nose a little sore, the room was cleaned up very clean, and it was still the same as before: a bed, a desk,

There is a erhu on the head of the bed, and the style is exactly the same as what I usually use.

The table is against the wall, with small frames placed in the middle, and some black and white photos inside.

In the middle, there is a young woman with a very beautiful face, with a gentle smile on her face, as if she was looking at Huang Zhong lovingly.

"Mom!" Huang Zhongqing couldn't help but feel moist.

In the living room, Zhang Wei wanted to go into the house to take a look, but was gently stopped by her aunt.

After a while, the erhu sounded quietly inside the hut.

This erhu is usually well maintained, but at first it only sounds of creaking, intermittently, obviously tuning while pulling.

Soon, the soothing tune becomes smooth.

Everyone in the living room listens carefully, the melody is very simple, but it can capture people's hearts in an instant.
To be continued...