Wang Gang slowly regained consciousness, and the shaking feeling around him made him very uncomfortable.
"Where am I?"
Wang Gang looked around into darkness, with only a faint light coming from the cracks.
A small hand quietly held Wang Gang's right hand, and a strange yet familiar feeling came to his heart, making Wang Gang not let go of his little hand.
"Tu Nan, you have to keep your sister in check, you know?"
A deep voice penetrated his ears, Wang Gang subconsciously tightened his hands, and then immediately noticed something strange.
"I'm getting smaller."
Wang Gang felt that his strength had become smaller. No, it should be said that his whole body had become smaller.
After struggling to pull out his left hand, Wang Gang found that his hand was only half the original size, fleshy, and obviously the hand of a child.
The next moment, strange memories flooded into my mind.
"My name is Zhuang Tunan. I am ten years old. I live in the dormitory building of Suzhou No. 2 Cotton Spinning Factory? It is 1977 now!"
Wang Gang shook his head, and the surroundings suddenly stopped. It turned out that the bus had arrived.
The huge force pushed Wang Gang out of the car, and he kept holding his sister "Zhuang Xiaoting" with his right hand.
"Tunan, Xiaoting, are you okay?" a middle-aged woman asked with concern.
Through Zhuang Tunan's memory, Wang Gang knew that the woman in front of him was his mother "Huang Ling" in this life.
Seeing that her son didn't reply for a long time, Huang Ling thought that he had just been squeezed on the bus, so she touched Wang Gang's head with concern.
"Tunan, are you okay?"
Wang Gang came to his senses and replied: "Mom, I'm fine. It was too stuffy in the bus just now. I was just out of breath."
Huang Ling breathed a sigh of relief, then looked back at her husband, Zhuang Chaoying.
Zhuang Chaoying was the last to get off the bus, holding two big bags and a chicken in her hands, looking quite embarrassed.
"Everyone is okay!" Zhuang Chaoying gathered with her family, pushed up the black-rimmed glasses on her face, and said, "If nothing happens, we will go to my grandparents' (grandparents') house."
Huang Ling took a bag from her husband, and then told Wang Gang: "Tu Nan, you are the elder brother, and you are holding your sister's hand on the road, do you understand?"
"Oh." Wang Gang turned around and glanced at his six-year-old sister Zhuang Xiaoting.
Zhuang Xiaoting naturally held Wang Gang's hand at this time, and said with a blushing face: "Mom, I will hold my brother well."
Zhuang Chaoying said impatiently: "Let's go quickly! Don't let the old man wait for us. Tunan and Xiaoting remember to call for the elders when they see them later."
"I know, Dad." Wang Gang replied very naturally. At this time, he had completely digested Zhuang Tunan's memory and was able to play the role of a good son vividly.
The family of four walked towards the alley. Wang Gang "remembered" that his grandparents' house was at the end of the alley on the left, which was a bungalow.
Zhuang Chaoying took the lead and opened the door of the bungalow first, feeling like a wanderer returning home.
"Dad, Mom, come on, we're here."
A middle-aged man soon walked out of the room. He was a few years younger than Zhuang Chaoying. He was slightly chubby and had a rosy face. He was Zhuang Qianmei, the third brother of Zhuang Chaoying.
"Brother, you came very early." Zhuang Ganmei called enthusiastically.
When he saw the bags Zhang Chaoying and Huang Ling were carrying, his smile became even brighter.
"It's Mom's birthday today, let's come over early to cook." Zhuang Chaoying handed the bag to her third brother very naturally, and then said: "Are mom and dad in the house?"
"Yes, they are all here." Zhuang Kanmei took the bag and saw two canned yellow peaches inside, smiling from ear to ear.
Zhuang Chaoying said to his wife and children behind him: "Come in with me and wish grandma a happy birthday."
Huang Ling reluctantly handed the gift and chicken to Zhuang Qimei and entered the house with her children.
Inside the house, an elderly couple were sitting in front of the Eight Immortals table eating melon seeds. They didn't even raise their heads when they saw the eldest son and his family coming in.
Wang Gang had a bad first impression of his grandparents in this life, but he still wanted to say happy birthday to his grandma against his will.
"My eldest grandson is here!" Mother Zhuang showed a rare smile when she saw Wang Gang, and directly waved Wang Gang over.
Wang Gang looked up at his mother, Huang Ling, and Huang Ling pushed Wang Gang gently from behind.
"Grandma, I wish you good fortune like the East China Sea and longevity as long as the Southern Mountains!" Wang Gang walked up to Zhuang's mother and said a few polite words.
"Good grandson." Mother Zhuang touched Wang Gang's arm, and then took out a piece of White Rabbit toffee from her pocket.
"Eat sweets."
Wang Gang took the opportunity to accept the White Rabbit toffee, and then found that both his grandfather and grandma turned a blind eye to Zhuang Xiaoting, let alone giving her the toffee.
"Huang Ling, the kitchen stove has been set up." Zhuang's mother said to Huang Ling rather harshly: "You and Xiaoting go cook!"
Wang Gang looked at his grandma in astonishment and said in surprise: "Let Xiao Ting cook?"
Zhuang Xiaoting is only six years old this year and has just entered the first grade of elementary school. At such an age, let alone cooking, she can't even use chopsticks!
"When Xiaoting grows up, she can help your mother and learn some skills so that she can find her husband's family in the future." Zhuang's mother said matter-of-factly.
Wang Gang's eyes widened, he didn't expect his grandma to say such stupid things.
"There is fire and oil in the kitchen. What should I do if it burns Xiao Ting?" Wang Gang glanced at his father and mother and said, "Mom, don't let Xiao Ting enter the kitchen! I'll help mom."
Zhuang Chaoying was a little moved, but then Zhuang's father said: "Tunan, you are a boy, what do you think of entering the kitchen? Cooking and cooking is what women should do.
You come to my father and I will give you melon seeds to eat."
Wang Gang frowned slightly, sensing that his grandparents tended to favor sons over daughters, and he felt very unhappy.
Zhuang Chaoying said: "Dad, let me go to the kitchen to help Huang Ling!"
Father Zhuang's expression changed and he said seriously: "Sit over here. We haven't seen each other for a while. Let's sit down and chat."
Zhuang Chaoying glanced at his wife in embarrassment. Huang Ling had long been accustomed to the temper of the second wife of the Zhuang family, and said obediently: "Chaoying, you chat with your parents for a while, I will take Xiao Ting to the kitchen, don't worry, I will keep an eye on Xiao Ting.
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"Okay." Although Zhuang Chaoying felt uncomfortable, she still sat down next to Father Zhuang obediently.
Wang Gang was hugged by Zhuang's mother and couldn't help even if he wanted to.
"Tunan, how have you been studying recently? Where is your class rank in this exam?" Father Zhuang asked with concern.
Wang Gang was so focused on his mother and sister in the kitchen next door that he didn't even hear Father Zhuang's question. Zhuang Chaoying replied:
"Tunan did well in the exam this time, third in the class. The teacher said that as long as he maintains this score, it will not be a problem for him to pass the No. 1 Middle School in the future."
"No. 1 Middle School is great! It's a key middle school, and all the students who go there are good students." Zhuang's mother said to Wang Gang with a smile: "Tunan, eat melon seeds to catch up with the beauty. Go and take out the walnuts from the house. That stuff will supplement your health."
My brain is just for Tunan to replenish."
"Okay, Mom." Zhuang Ganmei obediently entered the room and took out a plate of walnuts, which seemed to have been prepared a long time ago.
Zhuang's mother peeled the walnuts herself for Wang Gang and his two cousins Zhuang Zhendong and Zhuang Zhenbei to eat, while the others couldn't even get a walnut shell.
As Huang Ling prepared each dish, Zhuang's father and mother called everyone to come to the table to eat, leaving Huang Ling and Xiao Ting to continue working in the kitchen.
When Huang Ling had prepared all the dishes and was about to serve them to the table, Zhuang's mother said, "Huang Ling, there's no room for the table! You and Xiao Ting go to the kitchen to eat, okay!"
Zhuang Chaoying and Wang Gang were startled at the same time.
"Mom, I've almost eaten. Let Huang Ling come to the table to eat!" Zhuang Chaoying wanted to stand up and make way for his wife.
"No need to bother, just let Huang Ling and Xiao Ting finish eating in the kitchen!" Zhuang's mother held Zhuang Chaoying down.
Wang Gang couldn't bear it any longer and threw his chopsticks at the table, shocking everyone!