"Xiao Wu..."

With the shouts of emotional catharsis, Zhang Xinmei came to her younger brother. She had once been helpless and suppressed for decades of compromise for her livelihood. Zhang Xinmei missed her younger brother, but she had not yet reached the point of desperate for her younger brother. The constraints of the family made her miss her silently, hoping to meet her younger brother one day. The scenes in her memory are still clear, and the poverty and black and white of that era are still fresh in memory.

"Sister."

If Zhang Jun still had some feelings for this small mountain village, it was basically maintained by Zhang Xinmei. Many times, when he was hungry, his sister sent her food. She was the only one who tried her best to stop Zhang Qiang from the Zhang family when he used the money to get married. He wanted to use the money to exchange his younger brother from the Zhang family.

On one side is Zhang Jun, who dresses in high-end style, and is very fashionable.

On one side is Zhang Xinmei, a rural woman dressed in ordinary clothes.

The reunion is beautiful, at least in Zhang Jun's imagination, this moment is beautiful. The blood-connected emotions are conveyed from the hug, and they can feel them. Zhang Xinmei did not have much greetings and conversations. She knew that her parents wanted to meet Xiaowu more and wanted to hug him.

The old lady stood at the door and looked at Zhang Jun who was surrounded by people in the distance. Her eyes were filled with tears and the mist rose into her blurry eyes. Seeing him walking in with the crowd, the old lady raised her hand and put it down, trying to move her feet but didn't know what to say.

Zhang Jun looked at his mother who had given birth to her for ten months. When he saw her old face, no matter how much resentment he had, he buried it at this moment. He called him "Mom" and it was hard not to open his mouth. He shook his head fiercely. He raised his head, and with the old lady almost crying and sad, he walked two steps up the steps: "It's cold outside, I'll help you in."

Suddenly, the solidified atmosphere in the entire yard dissipated. Zhang Qiang and Zhang Xinmei were breathing a sigh of relief. People are old, can you still bear to blame them for any more mistakes? The already turbid eyes, the staggering steps, and the shrinking body. They are old.

“Hey.”

The old lady nodded her head and quietly wiped away her tears. Her steps were much harder than before. Amid the silent blessings, the Zhang family finally reunited after decades. The Zhang family and a few elderly people in the village got on the big kang. The others were either blocking the door or standing outside the window. The hot heat inside the house melted the windows and the frost on the plastic sheet outside. Although it was a little blurry, you could see the inside from the outside.

Half is curious and half is expecting. The Zhang family Xiaowu is very glorious. People with Greater China in their pockets also saw the New Year goods carried to Li Changshui's family. If they continue to do this, they may be able to make some food and drink.

The old man moved his body on the kang and headed towards the door. Zhang Jun's eyes were also wet. It was this man who cruelly gave him away, but seeing that he had lost most of his ability to take care of himself, Zhang Jun was really unruly. Although he still hated him, he quickly dragged his shoes onto the kang and held the old man's hand: "After the New Year, let's go to the city to treat his illness."

If the mother does not raise her, the child cannot be raised.

If a father does not teach, a son cannot be unfilial.

Zhang Jun forgot which book has such a sentence. At that time, he thought that this was bullshit. It really happened to him. The resentment he had accumulated for many years could never be raised again, at least in front of two white-haired old men.

The old man held his son's hand very strongly, trembling, and held his son's hand tightly, fearing that he would never see him again after letting go. At many nights, he would think of the shrill cry when he sent the young child away, and the scene of the other party suffering for more than ten years. The more he thought about the old man, the more he hated him. The hand that had been very hard to lift up, slapped himself in the face.

After the slap, the kind-hearted Zhang Jun couldn't hold on anymore and grabbed the old man's hand. Although he had not shouted the word, tears were already flowing down his body. He turned around and held the old man's hand tightly and did not let go.

The old lady held Kong Mei's hands with both hands, put her hands on her legs, letting her sit on the warmest kang, and occasionally stroked Kong Mei's hands with her rough hands, as if she was expressing her guilt in this way.

Several old men in the village sighed first, and then explained that in such a special era, let alone giving away people, there is no hidden secret for any family. There is no small number of children starving to death, and giving away people is even more common. Zhang Jun’s pity is that he was sent to the same village and suffered a lot of crimes at the home of his adoptive parents. His biological parents did not lend a helping hand, and hating them makes sense. Now those old things are meaningless. It is not easy for everyone to talk about the elderly. Of course, I hope that all my children and grandchildren are around me. It seems that Xiaowu is doing this outside, and this disaster may fall on the young son who has not been raised for a few days.

There were several playmates from Zhang Jun when he was a child, and Zhang Xinmei was there. The atmosphere was quite harmonious. Zhang Xinhua and Zhang Xinlan were also helping each other. This younger brother is promising. If he wants to benefit from it, he must first have a good relationship. Look at the luxury cars and New Year's goods outside. Who is not jealous? Both of them want to scatter Ma Er and take back the cigarettes. If they are exchanged for money in the small supermarket in the town, they will be very young.

Ma Er was able to see how good he was to speak and look. He knew what to do when he saw Zhang Jun’s appearance. He asked someone to move things from the car to the yard. The meat was trembling. The newly killed pork yesterday fell to the ground one by one. Ten kilograms of fish were put on the ground and attracted appetite. Boxes of beer and drinks were piled under the eaves. Ma Er personally took a few high-end gift boxes into the house and placed them on the kang. There were everything suitable for giving to people in the supermarket, including Maotai Wuliangye, high-end red wine gift boxes, six cigarettes in a pocket, the highest-end health care products used by the elderly, Maojian Longjing Tieguanyin Tea.

"Xiao Wu, what are you doing? How much does it cost?" Zhang Xinmei looked at these things that were worth more than imagined, feeling sorry for her brother's money, and couldn't help but complain about her brother spending money randomly. As soon as she said that, she was secretly dug up by her two sisters. You are stupid, why are you unhappy if someone has money to spend for her family?

Zhang Jun and Kong Mei have been in leadership positions for many years and have learned to observe the environment without any hesitation. These two biological sisters, brother-in-law and their children are not as good as the vulgar Zhang Qiang. They treat us as suckers, and a few greetings expressing affection are also formal.

"Where is Xiaodong and Xiaoqing?" Zhang Jun asked Ma Er.

"Uncle, Brother Dong and his sisters-in-law are strolling around the village."

Everyone present was stunned. This man who was not much younger than Zhang Jun could barely accept calling Zhang Jun an uncle. He was older, and he called Xiaowu's children a brother, and his sister-in-law. Could it be that those girls who were like fairies were Xiaowu's daughter-in-law? How could this be possible? In ancient times, three wives and four concubines were also popular.

Today, Zhang Jun's family's return shocked the villagers of Shangjing Village. They were used to not understanding what was going on. Just look at the bottles of Maotai and Wuliangye in the house, and what else they said. The Zhang family is about to develop, and this little five must be doing well outside. Looking at the New Year's goods piled up outside, it can be roughly tens of thousands of dollars.

"Oh, tell them that they are fine and come over." Zhang Jun nodded, and Ma Ergang responded, and his elder sister Zhang Xinhua said sarcastically: "Oh, Xiaowu, you can't do this. How can you follow the child's temperament? You are still here to meet the elders and see these children."

He was not only sad about Zhang Shidong's arrogant attitude, but also gave the younger generations the opportunity to come to see him. He was so rich that he was not very impressed when he met for the first time.

"Uncle, aunt."

Zhang Qiang's children were not there, and the three sisters' children were two children in the family. The female generals all wisely brought the children over. The small peasant realized that he saw a sucker and wanted to get some benefits from the other party immediately.

"Old woman, prepare red envelopes for Wu'er's children." The old man was so upset that he saw his daughters' unconscious actions. He snorted deliberately, but he was helpless and relied on others to support him when he was old. This was still the eldest son's children were not there, otherwise he would not even dare to hum, and no one would pay attention to him. He stared at Zhang Jun with good eyes.

The breastless woman walked in and handed Kong Mei the cloth bag she had prepared long ago. No one was left behind. Each person had a red envelope, all of which were 1,000 yuan. The children smiled happily. The young people were much more enthusiastic about the uncle and aunt who came out of nowhere. The smiles on the faces of Zhang Xinhua and Zhang Xinlan were even stronger. They were thinking about how to pull more into their homes. Seeing Li Changshui just now, he borrowed a yard and took so many things away. His eyes rolled.

"Xiao Wu, I've been to my house, have you not been there yet?"

"Yes, my house is right behind, go and sit down."

The atmosphere was created well before, and Zhang Jun also consciously wanted to get in touch. The two sisters backfired, which made him very upset: "No need, I'll stay here for a while."

No one answered the conversation in the house, and an awkward atmosphere emerged. Fortunately, a noisy quarrel outside attracted everyone's attention, which saved Zhang Xinhua's sisters from being embarrassed. Zhang Qiang was the first to go out and frowned and came back: "Xiao Wu, Wu Hu came with their children. The things in the car were stopped. What's going on here?"

"Bah, why should they take it? We haven't decided yet. When will it be their turn? It's really a horse that has no face. Xiaowu, don't worry, if we have us, I won't believe it. No one in this village dares to steal the things from our old Zhang family. Wait, let's go out now. What about the five tigers? If you are too anxious, the rabbit will bite people even if you are too anxious." The male man here has not given a sure letter yet. Zhang Xinlan and Zhang Xinhua will stop working. In their eyes, those things already belong to their family, who dares to move? Even a king is not easy to use.

The quarrel outside the door became louder and louder, and finally Zhang Shidong accompanied the old lady out of the house again.

Standing under the eaves, he looked at the quarrel in the distance, with a faint disdain on his face, patting the old lady's hand to relax.

"Brothers, you all come on. Zhang Jun is my brother. Can't I take my brother's things yet?"
Chapter completed!