"Gone, gone again, all gone."
During the first meal after Zhou Zhigang left, Li Suhua never stopped. She didn't eat the rice or the vegetables. She kept mumbling, and her spirit seemed very decadent.
In this situation, Zhou Chen couldn't persuade him, so he could only let time heal it slowly.
However, Zheng Juan comforted her and said: "Although mom, dad and eldest brother are gone, sister and the others may be home soon. You don't have to be too sad. It's not good for your health."
Hearing Zheng Juan's words, Li Suhua's eyes suddenly glowed.
Yes, her husband and her eldest son's family left, but her daughter's family was coming back soon, which immediately gave her strong expectations.
"Yes, although your father and Bingyi are gone, Xiaorong will be back soon, and there is still a chance for our family to get together."
Zhou Chen secretly gave Zheng Juan a thumbs up. Women know women.
On the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, Zhou Chen had already started working. At the beginning of the new year, the publishing house was still quite busy. In addition, he was also the deputy editor, so it was naturally even busier.
By the time I got home from get off work, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening.
As soon as he got home, Zhou Chen heard Li Suhua humming a song and mopping the floor in the living room, which made him confused.
Yesterday, I was looking sad and sighing. How come I am now humming happily as the day goes by?
Zhou Chen asked Zheng Juan, who came over to help him get his bag: "Juan'er, what's wrong with our mother?"
Zheng Juan explained: "I just received a telegram from my sister, saying that I will come back in March. Our mother was very happy when she learned the exact news."
"That's it, I say."
Now Zhou Chen understood why Li Suhua was so happy. He was sure to come back in March. With expectations, those who are waiting will naturally feel better, and even the melancholy of separation will be washed away.
Looking at the happy Li Suhua, Zhou Chen sighed in his heart, the old lady's expectations would soon be disappointed again.
He knew that Zhou Rong would definitely not come back this year. In the TV plot, after learning about Zhou Rong and his wife's accident, the old lady was directly stimulated and turned into a vegetative state.
Having been with Li Suhua for seven years, Zhou Chen has regarded her as his own relative. Now that he knows about this, he must stop it.
"You got off work so late today, are you busy at work? Have you eaten?" Zheng Juan asked softly.
Zhou Chen said: "Well, it's my first day at work today. I have a lot to do. I haven't even had time to eat yet. Just give me a bite."
"I've prepared it for you, now I'll heat it up for you."
Zheng Juan knew that Zhou Chen didn't like to eat cold food, so she had already made preparations and went to the kitchen to heat up the food.
Zhou Chen grabbed her and asked, "Why didn't you see Ruirui?"
Zheng Juan smiled and said: "He went crazy with Guangming this afternoon. He just couldn't hold it in anymore and fell asleep. Guangming was in the room with him."
Zhou Chen nodded, let go of Zheng Juan, and then walked towards Guangming's room. Through the crack in the door, he saw Guangming doing handicrafts and Zhou Rui lying on the bed.
Guangming heard the sound and asked in a low voice: "Is my brother-in-law back?"
"Well, Guangming, it's getting late, so you should go to bed early and get up to do it again during the day."
In order to give Guangming something to do, Zhou Chen went to get some handiwork and came back to do it for him. This handicraft was knitting. Even if it was invisible, it would not affect the weaving, so it was very suitable for Guangming.
In fact, after he got it back, not only Guangming was doing it, but Zheng Juan and Li Suhua also followed suit. They even regarded it as work and worked extremely seriously.
Zhou Chen didn't stop him. It didn't matter whether he could make money or not. It was good to pass the time.
Guangming said: "It's okay, I can't sleep yet."
Zhou Chen didn't persuade him any more and closed the door gently. He had already made arrangements for Zheng Guangming, but everything had to wait for him to cure Guangming's eyes. Before that, he had to let Guangming fill his life.
hope.
How many children would be willing to become a monk if they weren't really desperate? After all, it's not like the temples will be like in a few decades, and you'll have to fight to get in.
Zhou Chen was eating, and Zheng Juan was accompanying him, holding her chin and looking at Zhou Chen dreamily.
She likes to help Zhou Chen and then quietly watch Zhou Chen eat, which makes her feel very satisfied.
Zhou Chen was also used to Zheng Juan's gaze. For a man, what could be more proud than having his wife's eyes full of him?
"Juan'er, it might snow again in the next few days. If you go out, be sure to wear non-slip shoes."
"Yes, I remember it."
Zheng Juan suddenly remembered something: "Bingkun, mom told me today that she wants to go to Guangzi Film tomorrow, and she also wants me to go with him, saying that she wants to take Ruirui with her."
Zhou Chen said with a smile: "My eldest brother and my father have both left. She felt that it was boring to be alone at home, so she thought of going to her old neighbor to chat. Okay, you can go with her and ask Guangming if he wants to
If you go, come with us, but you must be careful on the way."
"I know."
In the blink of an eye, it was the end of February. On this day, Shao Jingwen and Zhou Chen were chatting about work and mentioned something.
"Bingkun, the club wants to write a poem in memory of the leader, and I think you are a good fit."
When Zhou Chen heard Shao Jingwen talking about this, he immediately trembled. Can this kind of poem be written casually? No matter what time it was, he was not Feng Huacheng.
"Teacher Shao, I think you should hire someone else. I don't dare to write such a poem."
Shao Jingwen said doubtfully: "It's not that serious, the situation is much better now."
Zhou Chen shook his head repeatedly: "No, I can't write it. My eldest son is only three years old and the younger one hasn't been born yet. I don't want to cause trouble. Please let me go."
Shao Jingwen has known Zhou Chen for so many years, and he knows very well what kind of person Zhou Chen is. Since Zhou Chen said he doesn't want to write, he must really not know how to write.
"Okay, then I'll find someone else to try."
Zhou Chen advised: "Teacher Shao, I think you should stop looking for it. One more thing is worse than one less thing. I know what you think, but at this time, you should be more cautious. These are what you taught me before. Could it be that you Have you forgotten?"
The reason why he didn't dare to write poetry easily at first was because he was afraid of getting into trouble. Shao Jingwen helped him.
So now that he saw that Shao Jingwen was about to go astray, he naturally had to speak out. In the TV series, Zhou Bingkun stood up to the thunder and nothing happened to Shao Jingwen.
Without him, Shao Jingwen would still look for poetry as usual, and something would happen sooner or later.
In the end, Shao Jingwen was convinced by Zhou Chen.
That night, Zhou Chen and his family were having dinner, when someone suddenly knocked on the door.
"Dongdongdong."
"Who?"
"Is this Zhou Bingkun's house?"
When they heard someone calling out their names, Li Suhua and Zheng Juan looked puzzled, while Zhou Chen was moved in his heart.
Could it be that Feng Yue was brought here?
He knew that Feng Huacheng had an accident on the way to Jichun and was imprisoned for a long time. Zhou Rong waited there with her child. Finally, she felt that it was too troublesome to take the child with her, so she had her daughter sent to Jichun's hometown first.
"I'll open the door."
Zhou Chen stood up and walked to the door. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a man standing outside the door, holding a little girl in a red sweater coat in his arms.
The man at the door saw Zhou Chen opening the door and asked again: "Is this Zhou Bingkun's house?"
"yes."
"Then are you Zhou Bingkun?"
Zhou Chen nodded: "Yes, I am Zhou Bingkun, who are you?"
At this time, Li Suhua and Zheng Juan also walked over, and Zhou Rui followed behind, looking curiously at the stranger who suddenly appeared.
The man wearing a hat walked into the room, pointed at the little girl in his arms, and said, "This is Yue Yue."
"Feng Yue?"
"Yes, that's Teacher Zhou Rong's daughter, Feng Yue."
Fortunately, Zhou Chen had expected it, but when Li Suhua heard it, he was immediately stunned, and Zheng Juan also looked surprised.
Li Suhua grabbed Zheng Juan with both hands and said eagerly: "Juan'er, go to my room and get the photos your sister sent back."
Zheng Juan immediately walked into Li Suhua's room, walked out after a while holding a photo, handed it to Li Suhua, and then looked at Feng Yue curiously.
Li Suhua looked at the photo with wide eyes, then looked up at Feng Yue, going back and forth several times before finally confirming it.
The man saw that Li Suhua had confirmed it, so he asked, "It's Feng Yue, right?"
Li Suhua nodded dumbly and asked curiously: "Yes, yes, but who are you?"
To be continued...