While Wen Tong was hesitating, the small ball of yellow had already happily run to the door, standing on tiptoe, and clasping the iron ring on the door with its white and tender hands.
"Grandpa, grandma, Ding Ding and mother are here to see you."
Wen Tong hurried over and pulled her son into her arms.
My dear son, I am not mentally prepared to be a mother, why do you start charging into battle?
Naturally, the little guy didn't understand her complicated mood, and she only wanted to see her grandparents.
Wen Tong stood there, her scalp a little numb, and she was neither advancing nor retreating.
The door slowly opened to both sides amid her hesitation. As her field of vision expanded, a face bearing the vicissitudes of time came into view.
Mother Wen was wearing an ordinary short coat and an apron around her waist, and she was picking a green onion in her hand.
Six years have passed, and she is no longer young. Her face is engraved with traces of time, and wrinkles are piling up around her eyes.
Originally it was a head of black hair, but now it was mixed with many white silver strands. When it was blown by the wind, it made her look even older.
Wen Tong's tears suddenly burst into tears.
Deep sadness and distress came to my heart at the same time, which was very unpleasant.
I am really an unfilial daughter. Over the years, not only have I failed to fulfill my filial duty, I have only made her worry and angry.
When Wen's mother saw Wen Tong, she seemed to be in a dream.
Half of the green onion in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.
Time flies, and she is no longer the young girl she used to be. Her face has gained a hint of maturity and stability, and she is naturally more beautiful and dazzling than before. However, no matter how she changes, she cannot change the fact that she is his daughter.
Mother Wen was trembling with excitement, tears welling up in her eyes.
Wen Tong turned her gaze and saw Father Wen walking out of the house.
He was also much older, and even his back was a little hunched, which was the result of years of hard work making bean curd. The old man held the door frame with one hand, pursed his lips excitedly, and tears rolled down his rough skin.
"Dad, Mom." Wen Tong ran over and hugged Wen's mother into her arms. She could no longer suppress her sadness and burst into tears.
"Little Tong, mommy's little pupil." Mother Wen patted Wen Tong's back and wiped away the unstoppable tears with the back of her dry hand.
Father Wen looked at this scene and lowered his head sadly.
"Sister...sister..." Xiao Le was helping in the kitchen. Hearing the sound, he rushed out running and staggering.
The young man is already twenty years old. The boy who was the same height as Wen Tong back then has grown to 1.78 meters tall at this time. He has inherited the delicacy and big eyes of the Wen family, and is extremely handsome.
Seeing his mother and sister crying and hugging each other, Xiao Le felt a sore nose and walked over to hold them in his arms.
The young man's tears accumulated more and more in his eyes, and finally fell.
The family reunion scene started with crying, but it never ended.
However, they seemed to have forgotten that there was a little one next to them.
The little guy blinked his big eyes and curiously observed the four adults who were crying together.
He didn't understand the twists and turns, he just thought they were crying because they missed each other.
So, the little guy walked over with his short legs and pulled the corner of mommy's clothes.
"Mommy mommy."
This mother's voice made Father Wen and Mother Wen immediately stop crying and at the same time, their eyes fell on the little guy.
The little guy raised his head and introduced himself with a smile, "Grandpa, grandma, my name is Ding Ding. I am five years old this year."
The little guy's soft voice is very pleasant to hear.
Only then did Father Wen and Mother Wen realize that this cute little guy was their grandson.
When Wen Tong left home, she secretly gave birth to the child. After so many years, the little one has grown up.
Although they felt a little awkward, they couldn't bear to look back on the past. There was no need for them to compete over a child, let alone such a cute child.
Mother Wen wiped her tears, picked up Ding Ding with a smile, looked at his handsome features carefully, and said lovingly: "Ding Ding, have you gone to school?"
"Grandma, I'm already in the first grade of elementary school." He was a little proud, "I didn't go to kindergarten, I went to elementary school directly."
Ding Ding is very smart. He skipped kindergarten and was successfully admitted to a primary school. Therefore, he was also the youngest in the class.
Father Wen also came over happily, touched the child's soft little hands, and kept smiling, with tears in his eyes not drying yet.
"Grandpa, I can sing. Do you want to hear it?"
Wen Tong wiped her eyes and looked at the little guy trying so hard to please, feeling both sad and comforted.
The little guy must be afraid that his grandparents won't like him and will make his mommy sad, so he took the initiative to offer the treasure like this.
"Come on, Ding Ding, uncle, give me a hug." Xiao Le took the little guy and pinched his face and nose. He liked it very much.
Ding Ding frowned and looked at Wen Tong with some confusion, "Mom, Uncle Lin Dong is also an uncle, and this little brother is also an uncle. Which one is Ding Ding's uncle?"
"Isn't it nice to have two uncles hurting the penis together?" Wen Tong touched the child's reddish face and said with a smile.
"Of course." Ding Ding has his own little idea. Lin Dong is already very good to him. If he adds Uncle Xiao Le, he will be able to eat more mango pudding in the future.
So, he hugged Xiao Le's neck obediently and said sweetly: "Uncle, you are so handsome, you can be a car prince."
Xiao Le burst out laughing and kissed him on the little face, "You little bastard, you have such a sweet mouth."
"Xiaotong, stop standing outside and come into the house." Wen's mother let mother and son into the house.
The meals on the table are almost ready, and they are all Wen Tong's favorite dishes.
It seems that Xiao Le received the email she sent last night today. After he told Father Wen and Mother Wen the news, the two old people immediately went to the market to buy vegetables and prepare them.
In their hearts, they had actually forgiven Wen Tong a long time ago. Over the years, Xiaole had never lost contact with Wen Tong. They often asked about her news indirectly and directly, and they felt relieved knowing that she was safe.
The family was eating happily.
For the first time in six years, cheerful laughter erupted from the Wen family.
The little guy performed magic tricks on the side, making everyone laugh.
After dinner, Ding Ding and Xiao Le played games together, while Wen Tong went out to continue collecting information.
I heard from Wen's father and Wen's mother that although the relocation policy is very tempting, there are still some people who are unwilling to move. After all, these are ancient streets and old alleys, and there are many old people who are old-fashioned. No matter how much money they are given, they still don't want to move.
Leave the land that gave birth to him and raised him.
We are used to living in the Wen family's small courtyard, and we don't want to be contaminated by those high-rise buildings.
But Beichen Zhehan was determined to win this time, so he adopted a soft policy on the one hand and tough measures on the other.
Several residents were beaten privately for resisting demolition, and the police also intervened, but there was still no strong evidence.
Wen Tong walked around the area and suddenly came to a familiar villa.
The small wooden box in front of the door has been in disrepair for many years and has grown a lot of moss.
Gambling on things and thinking about people, I couldn't help but feel a deep sadness in my heart.
She reached out her hand and gently opened the small wooden box.