Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 226

He Ping also sang the song "Coin" when he was in Shanghai, but the state of mind he sang at that time was completely different from that at this time.

His voice was full of tenderness and sweetness, which made Mao Chunhua, who was listening at the side, unconsciously intoxicated.

When he sang "There is nothing to make me miss except you", Mao Chunhua even had tears of excitement in his eyes.

The man in my family is so talented. He can write novels and make money. Now he can play the guitar and sing so well.

The long-lost "He Ping Sunflower" is online again, and Mao Chunhua looks at He Ping with red eyes, without distractions.

Until He Ping finished singing a song, she was still intoxicated by it.

Watching his girlfriend's reaction, He Ping thought to himself that this might be called blind worship.

"It's great!" Mao Chunhua took a long time to reflect and applauded He Ping.

The feeling in He Ping's heart was completely different from when he performed for the students of Jiaotong University. Seeing the admiration and love on his girlfriend's face, he was a little moved.

"The playing is not bad, what do you think?" He Ping asked.

"It's so nice. Is this song new in Shanghai? Why haven't I heard it before?"

He Ping never thought of drinking this song in front of his girlfriend, he just played one casually, "Well, it's a new one over there."

"It sounds so good!" Mao Chunhua still had an intoxicated expression on his face, and said to him coquettishly: "In the future, you should play the piano for me more."

"Okay." He Ping pampered her cheek, his eyes met with fire.

Just as He Ping was about to move, a shout came from beside him: "Dad!"

What a mess!

He Ping sighed inwardly, turned his head and smiled, and saw Xiao Zhu'er looking at him with surprise on his face while carrying his schoolbag.

"Big boy!" He Ping put down the guitar, stepped forward and hugged Xiao Zhu'er.

"Miss Dad?" He Ping asked Ding Xiaozhu'er on the forehead.

"Think about it." Xiao Zhu'er said with a grin.

"Fater and taller." He Ping hugged Xiao Zhu'er, feeling a little longer than before he left.

"It's grown a lot." Mao Chunhua also came up and patted Xiao Zhu'er's head.

"Hello, Aunt Mao!"

He Ping put Xiao Zhu'er down, and he was in a good mood, "Cook a few more dishes tonight, and have a good meal."

Mao Chunhua hesitated, "I have to go home at night."

"Don't worry, I'll take you back tonight, and I'll go to your house for dinner tomorrow night."

Mao Chunhua felt relieved, the atmosphere now is different from that of later generations. If a girl doesn't come home at night, her parents will give her her legs a discount the next day.

Xiao Zhuer walked back from school by himself, and the smile on his face never disappeared when he saw He Ping come back. His father had been away for more than a month, and he counted the days at home every day, looking forward to his return.

A family of three was talking when another person came in at the gate of the courtyard.

They are two brothers Han Zhaojun and Han Zhaoshe.

"Brother He Ping!" The two were carrying vegetables and meat in their hands.

"How did you two come here?"

"My mother asked me to come over and bring you some food and meat. You haven't been home for so long, and I'm also busy with the chicken farm. It's been a long time since the family opened a business." Han Zhaojun explained.

He Ping was not polite to the brothers, and happily took the vegetables and meat, "Thank you for me, auntie, let's stay here for dinner tonight."

Just as Han Zhaoshe wanted to agree, he was kicked by the second brother, "No, Brother He Ping. You can eat, everything is ready at home, we will go home and eat."

After finishing speaking, Han Zhaojun dragged his younger brother away from He Ping's house, muttering as he walked, "I don't have eyesight at all, I didn't see Sister Chunhua there, why join in the fun."

After the brothers Han Zhaojun left, He Ping and Mao Chunhua started to prepare dinner. Aunt Liqin didn't bring many dishes. It's only spring now, and there are basically no fresh vegetables in the team. They are all vegetables stored last winter.

The two worked hard for a long time, making a pot of stewed noodles with sauerkraut and pork, a plate of pan-fried tofu, a plate of braised pork and a plate of fried shredded potatoes.

The dishes are not complicated, but full of the warmth of home.

"Delicious, this braised pork is so well-cooked." He Ping stuffed a piece of braised pork into his mouth, and immediately said with an exaggerated expression.

"Stop flattering!" Mao Chunhua said angrily.

"I'm really not flattering. Zhu'er, try it, isn't it delicious?"

He Ping also picked up a piece of meat for Xiao Zhuer, and Xiao Zhuer smiled after eating, "It's delicious!"

Good boy!have a future.

Being a father is not in vain, this child has a bright future!

Mao Chunhua was overjoyed by the father and son's praise, and he had great confidence in his craftsmanship for a while. It seems that my craftsmanship is also good, not as bad as my mother said.

The family finished their dinner happily, and the father and son spread out on the sofa together, patting their stomachs and belching, as if they were looking at themselves in a mirror.

Mao Chunhua cleaned up all the dishes and came out of the kitchen, "I'll go back first."

"Sit down for a while before leaving."

"No, my mother should be in a hurry when I go back late."

"Then I'll take you back."

He Ping spent the gift for Mao Xueshan and his wife on the back seat of the bicycle, and told Xiao Zhu'er: "Stay well at home, Dad will send you Aunt Mao, and he will be back in a while."

Xiao Zhuer nodded obediently.

The two rode bicycles out of Hantun, and along the way, many members of the commune saw He Ping and greeted him warmly.

"Yo, are you back?"

"When did you come back, didn't you watch it before?"

……

When they arrived at the alley of Mao Chunhua's house in Hongqi Commune, the two got out of the car and pushed the cart into the alley.

Aunt Luo, who just came out for a walk after dinner, saw the two of them, "Chunhua girl, did you go out to play with your partner?"

"Ms. Luo, I'm going to eat." Mao Chunhua said something to the old lady, and then pushed the cart into his yard.

Wen Guizhen, who heard the voice, came out of the house, and when she saw Mao Chunhua, she complained, "Why did you come back so late?"

"Auntie!" He Ping, who was behind, pushed the cart into the yard and called out.

The first time Wen Guizhen saw He Ping, she forgot to reprimand her daughter, and her voice softened, "Oh, He Ping is back, come in quickly."

Several people entered the room, and Wen Guizhen made He Ping a cup of tea, "When did you come back?"

"Just came back at noon."

"Chunhua's father hasn't got off work yet, let's have something here tonight."

"No, auntie. Chunhua and I have eaten at home." He Ping declined.

In fact, it stands to reason that he can come to visit today and stay at Mao Chunhua's house for dinner.

But he just came back, there is still a little Zhuer at home, and he hasn't seen him for more than a month, he can't leave the child alone.

Take it as a greeting today, first bring the gift you brought over, and wait until tomorrow for lunch.

He Ping unloaded the gift he brought from Shanghai, Wen Guizhen couldn't help but smile, this is the filial piety of the future son-in-law.

"Come on, come on, and get something."

He Ping smiled and said, "There's nothing valuable, they're all Shanghai specialties."

(End of this chapter)