Restart the Flying Age

This night, Wu Tao did not return to the city, and he was really worried about his father.

In the previous life, the old man passed away in the second year of his secondary school. During that period, he had a strange temper and had a lot of conflicts with his family. Although it was more than eighty when I left, I always felt depressed.

Therefore, in the past two years, Wu Tao has been working hard to make the family conditions better, and it is somewhat out of this consideration.

But now the family conditions are better, but there are good troubles.

After all, when people are old, they always look pessimistic about everything. Especially in the time of the New Year and the holidays, what they think about is not the happiness of having children and grandchildren around the knees, but such a New Year holiday, one less one.

The next day was New Year's Eve, and Wu Tao woke up early in the morning to the sound of rumbling firecrackers. From the sound of firecrackers one after another, it can be seen that life in the village is much better than in previous years.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes and went out, but saw a large group of old and young men, surrounded by the new crown in admiration.

"I heard that this car is worth 500,000 yuan. I can't spend this money in my whole life..."

"Isn't it, I don't know if I can earn a car wheel in my life in Lao Zhou? Alas..."

"I heard that this car belongs to Lao Wu's son. If this is the case, wouldn't Lao Wu earn more?"

After all, in the traditional rural view, the son earns more than Laozi, which is really incredible. So this group of people deduced so confidently that there is nothing wrong with it, nothing wrong at all!

"Now Lao Wu is turning over. When Lao Wu and I went out to work on the Grand Canal together, I knew he was not an ordinary person..."

"It's up to you! I saw it when the production team was under contract."

Xiao Jiang came out from nowhere, and took Da Hei into the crowd. The two of them folded their hands on their waists and arrogantly said: "You all know a fart, my dad doesn't earn as much as my brother!"

The onlookers in the village didn't believe it. They touched Xiao Jiang's head and said: "You little kid, don't talk nonsense, be careful that your dad doesn't give you money for the New Year!"

The black egg no longer felt angry, and immediately stood up and said: "Don't believe me, what Xiao Jiang said is true!"

For a time, the two children quickly became the target of public criticism. Poor the dumb mouths of the two children, how can they talk about the babbles of the surrounding folks.

In the end Xiao Jiang jumped completely, and the black egg turned his face darker with anxiety.

After Wu Tao washed, he saw the two children and the villagers breathe, and laughed at the moment and escorted the two children out with a smile, acting as a coolie to paste the Spring Festival couplets.

"Brother, why didn't you tell them? Let them gain some insight!" After the couplet was posted for most of the day, Xiao Jiang still couldn't bear his inner irritation, so he smeared the paste and put it on his tongue to taste.

Hey, it tastes really good.

Immediately after one mouthful, two mouthfuls, three or four mouthfuls, and five mouthfuls, six mouthfuls, seven or eight mouthfuls, when Wu Tao wanted to apply the paste again, he was completely dumbfounded.

Just now, half a pot of cooked paste was still full, but in a blink of an eye there was only less than one-third left.

Looking again, Xiao Jiang's mouth was surrounded by sticky traces that were too late to be wiped off.

Have pity on himself, he has worked so hard for ten minutes to make a paste, and he has just gotten into the stomach of this mischief.

Wu Tao grabbed the little paste and kicked his feet, "Can you control this mouth? Are you eating less at home, or are you wearing less, so hungry that you can even eat the paste?"

Xiao Jiang drew dexterously, swept his tongue dexterously, swept all the residue around his mouth into his mouth, and said with an unfinished expression: "Brother, what is so sweet in your paste?"

Wu Tao was really dumbfounded, "It's just fine white noodles. By the way, I found the wrong white noodles pocket at the beginning, and I mistakenly added half a bowl of cornmeal in it."

"No wonder..." Before he finished speaking, Xiao Jiang fluttered out of sight.

When Wu Tao finished pasting the Spring Festival couplet window grilles inside and out, he found that Xiao Jiang was holding a wok, leaning on the side of the wheat straw, belching all over.

There were still some traces of uneaten food in the wok, Da Hei was licking hard, and by the way, the paste on Xiao Jiang's hands and face was completely licked.

Seeing this situation, Wu Tao couldn't help but laugh.

At the moment, where the camera came from inside the house, the scene of harmony between the human and the dog was filmed three times.

In the hall, the old man looked the same, he was accompanied by Zhang Huilan, preparing paper money for ancestor worship.

Year after year, the ancestors are the most unforgettable.

Wu Tao held the camera and pressed the shutter around. Before he knew it, the film at home quickly ran out. It happened that at this moment, the black egg held his phone high and rushed out.

"Brother Tao, your phone."

When I took it over, An Rong was calling from An Rong, and as soon as he connected, he said in a hasty tone: "You come here, Sister Man has been crying, and I can't persuade you."

Cheng Man is still in the confinement, always crying like this, he will definitely get sick.

Tears in the wind or something will be accompanied by a lifetime of ills in the future. At the moment Wu Tao did not dare to neglect, put down his phone decisively and patted Song Guanghui who was napping in the car: "Go, go to the city."

It was the first time that Song Guanghui had used Ten Generations of Crown. He couldn't wait to feel like F1 along the way. He couldn't even listen to Wu Tao's repeated persuasion that he was not anxious.

So a quarter of an hour later, Wu Tao arrived at the new residence of Cheng Man and her son.

This is a two-bedroom and one-living house. Although it is small in size, it is already very good compared to many working families.

With a towel wrapped around Cheng Man's head, both eyes were flushed and choked silently. Xiao Xiaotian seemed to feel her mother's grief, and she cried loudly, intermittently.

An Rong has never seen such a battle, and the babysitter hired by the family has gone home for the New Year. She doesn’t even have a consultative person~www.wuxiaspot.com~ In this two-room and one-room, orphans and widows, together Shedding tears, looking at it is really unbearable.

In contrast, the desolation and loneliness of the old man is really not a big deal.

"Sister Man, tell me, what's the matter?" Wu Tao asked patiently. Women in the confinement period are already sentimental, making him impatient.

However, Cheng Man didn't say a word, sobbing.

"Does the child miss his father? I'll call Teacher Qiu overseas, okay?"

Every holiday season, Wu Tao first realizes that it is very likely that Sister Man thinks of the lights of thousands of families, but her family of three are separated by oceans, cannot be reunited, and feel grief in her heart.

Cheng Man shook his head.

Wu Tao and An Rong exchanged glances, not only were they not discouraged, but encouraged.

"Then do you feel lonely at night and no one will accompany you during the festival? Don't worry, Rongrong and I will spend time with you!"

Cheng Man still shook his head.

This made the two of them completely in trouble, especially Wu Tao, who had been a human for two generations, felt even more nervous. As a parturient in confinement, the most taboo thing is not to say a word, so that she finally depressed.

If that's the case, I really can't confess to Qiu Xiaotian.

Instead, An Rong frowned and thought for a while: "Sister Man, do you want your child to spend the New Year with grandparents?"

Cheng Man's figure suddenly froze. Although he didn't nod his head for sure, but he didn't shake his head, it was enough.

Wu Tao clapped his hands, didn't he? Compared to being separated by oceans and not being able to get together, what makes people sadder is that they are close at hand, but they can’t recognize each other...

"Sister Man, don't worry, even if Rongrong and I are not young, we will let their grandparents and grandchildren recognize each other!" Wu Tao sweared, clenching his fist. WeChat search public account: wmdy66, you are lonely, my sister warms you with movies