Reading about family love

Going home

Text/Huang Huibing

In the evening, Uncle Zhang was busy in the kitchen when the phone in the living room rang. It rang three times and then stopped. Uncle Zhang sat down on the chair next to the phone. After a while, the phone rang again. It was Zhang Qiang. Zhang Qiang is Uncle Zhang's son. He works in a county dozens of miles away and has a mortgage on a house. He only comes home symbolically during holidays. Considering that his father was old and had weak legs and feet, Zhang Qiang made an agreement with Uncle Zhang to ring twice and ring three times the first time to prepare him. In this way, Uncle Zhang would not injure his arm and flash his waist trying to answer the phone.

Zhang Qiang said on the phone: "Dad, I won't go back. My unit is working overtime." "You won't come back even during the holidays?" Uncle Zhang said, obviously lacking confidence, "Where's Xiaoyu? Tell him to take Mingming away." "Bring it over." "I won't go back, and Xiaoyu doesn't want to go back. Dad, you can live on your own." Zhang Qiang said and hung up. Uncle Zhang just wanted to call it over, but gave up the idea and said angrily: "If you don't come, I won't come. I will be left alone."

The next morning, Uncle Zhang put the Everything was cleaned inside and out. Although my son and his family couldn't come, he was used to cleanliness and could exercise his muscles by cleaning. After finishing the housework, Uncle Zhang turned on the TV, clicked several channels in succession, and turned it off again as if he was angry with someone. He just sat in the room smoking alone, coughing while smoking.

It was almost noon, and Uncle Zhang had no appetite at all. At this time, there was the sound of a motorcycle outside the door, and then he heard a childish voice: "Grandpa!" Isn't this the voice of a little grandson? Uncle Zhang ran out in surprise and saw Ming Ming rushing toward him with open hands. His son parked his motorcycle under the eaves and called him with a smile. Uncle Zhang wiped his dim old eyes, which were wet, and said with happiness on his face: "Isn't it impossible to say it?" Zhang Qiang said proudly: "Aren't you afraid that you will make trouble? Mom is gone, and you are not in good health. Let Xiaoyu take care of the meal." At this time, Xiaoyu had already carried the dishes into the kitchen, and Uncle Zhang hurriedly chased her in. < /p>

When Zhang Qiang and the others came back, Uncle Zhang had already cooked the dishes. He said, "I'll get another bottle of wine!" Zhang Qiang watched him and ran out happily.

Zhang Qiang took off the cover on the table and said doubtfully: "Xiaoyu, did you buy elbows, eels, and turtles?" "No!" Xiaoyu also stretched out his head, surprised. Stare at the table. "Where did these things come from? Why can't they do tricks so fast?" Zhang Qiang pondered.

Uncle Zhang is back, carrying a bottle of "Very Coke" in his hand. Ming Ming took the Coke and looked at his father. Zhang Qiang waved and said, "Eat it." At home, he was not allowed to eat Coke. It was said that the caffeine in Coke was bad for the brain.

After drinking a few glasses of wine, Zhang Qiang asked: "Dad, how did you come up with so many vegetables in such a short time?" Uncle Zhang sighed and said, "You think these vegetables are bought fresh? I bought this turtle in the first few days when I thought you were coming. I asked several places before I got it, so I cooked it in the pot yesterday afternoon. They are all wild and cannot be eaten even if you have money in the city."

Zhang Qiang felt a sore nose and wiped his eyes quietly: "Dad, you are not asking us to be juniors by asking you to work hard. "Is it your fault?" Uncle Zhang was unhappy: "What are you talking about? If your mother were here, you would have to cook more dishes. There is nothing to say about her skills."

At dusk, Zhang Qiangcai was reluctant to leave. He started his motorcycle and drove Uncle Zhang to the entrance of the village. On the way, Mingming asked Zhang Qiang: "Dad, why were you crying while eating?" "You will understand when you grow up." Zhang Qiang drove his motorcycle seriously.