At 7:30 in the morning, in the courtyard of Fang's old house.
The Fang family all sat around a large round solid wood table with breakfast made by the Fang family's younger generation and grandma.
Porridge, steamed buns, fried vegetables in soy sauce, shredded sprouts
They are all small dishes, not high-grade, but everyone eats them with relish.
Even Fang Zhulian, who had a smelly face yesterday, also had some smiles.
Last night, when she lived in one of the old rooms on the first floor with full resentment, her son Chen Zhilin, who went to another room, suddenly ran excitedly and took her and her husband next door.
There are three rooms on the first floor of Fang's old house, two of which are old bedrooms and the other is a utility room.
But when Fang Zhulian was taken by her son to another bedroom and the utility room, she found that the two damp and dilapidated rooms had taken on a new look.
The floor is paved, the walls are painted with new paint, the furniture and beds are newly bought, and even the bedding and sheets are brand new.
Fang Zhulian was stunned on the spot.
She knew that her parents had renovated the two worst rooms in order to welcome them back.
As for why we didn't renovate the remaining old bedroom, we don't have to think about it:
My mother has no retirement salary, and my parents' savings may not be enough to renovate all three rooms
"Why didn't my parents tell us these things?"
When she mumbled the question.
Chen Zhilin, her son, stood beside her and said in a low voice:
"Maybe it's because we haven't called our grandparents at ordinary times. They don't have a chance to say it?"
Fang Zhulian was stunned for a moment, silently walked to the bed, bent over and touched the brand-new red bedding, on which a pair of mandarin ducks were embroidered.
It's just that the embroidery work is very poor. The position of mandarin ducks is a little crooked. It looks very old-fashioned. It can't be compared with those exquisite brand quilts in the city, but Fang Zhulian recognized it at a glance. It was embroidered by her mother.
"I remember that when I was a child, your grandmother's embroidery was the best in the whole village, but now she is old and can't see clearly. She can't embroider well..."
Fang Zhulian gently touched the crooked and rough mandarin ducks with her fingers and burst into tears.
......
"Second sister, second sister?"
Fang Zhulian was awakened by the shouts of Fang Guoguo. She looked at her third brother blankly.
"I discussed with my eldest brother. We want to stay in the old house for one more night, second sister. What about you?"
Fang Guoyou whispered, fearing that Fang Zhulian was still shouting hard, he persuaded:
"Second sister, my eldest brother and I think we used to care too little about our parents. Anyway, it's a holiday now. It's nothing, so..."
"OK, I also want to stay one more night." Before he finished, Fang Zhulian nodded directly.
Fang Guoyou was stunned for a moment, then said good again and again, turned his head and whispered to Fang Guoqing sitting aside.
When Fang Guoqing heard the speech, he couldn't help looking at Fang Zhulian. Seeing that his second sister was looking at him, he smiled at Fang Zhulian.
Fang Zhulian glanced at him, nodded awkwardly, and turned her head.
Fang Guoqing smiled and Yu Cheng and Guo Juan said:
"Dad, mom, our brothers and sisters discussed it. We all want to stay in the old house for one more night. Do you think so?"
Hearing his words, the old lady's muddy eyes lit up, but she didn't speak, but turned her head with hope and looked at Fang Yucheng, the head of the family.
Others also stopped their chopsticks and looked at Fang Yucheng.
The cold looking old man took chopsticks and took a piece of ink dish, slowly put it into his mouth, chewed it a few times, bowed his head and drank a mouthful of porridge.
Then, nod slowly.
"OK."
"Wow, great! I can stay with my sister-in-law for another day! "
Zhang Yan and Zeng Li cheered in unison.
Seeing their husband and mother-in-law looking over, they talked and shut up, and then cheered again:
"Wow, great, the family can get together for another day!"
Their husbands and other elders nodded with satisfaction.
For a time, the yard was full of laughter again.
After dinner, several young people helped grandma clean the table and wash the dishes.
Because I got up early, it's only eight o'clock now.
As they sat in the yard chatting, Lin Yao suddenly said to each other:
"Husband, can you play erhu?"
After the initial shyness, Lin Yao is used to calling Fang Xiaole's husband in front of Fang's relatives.
"A little."
Fang Xiaole nodded.
"Why don't we give a performance to our grandparents and everyone? You play the erhu and I sing."
Lin Yao blinked and suggested in a clear voice.
"Wow!! Good good!!! "
Zhang Yan and Zeng Li clapped directly, and even Fang Haoyu and Chen Zhilin looked forward to it.
Who else can have such treatment when watching Tian Tian's performance so closely?
"OK."
Fang Xiaole smiled and nodded, then looked at Fang Yucheng:
"Grandpa, can you lend me your erhu?"
Fang Yucheng still had no expression on his face and didn't speak. He stood up and walked up to the second floor.
Soon he came down with his erhu.
Lin Yao and Fang Xiaole looked at each other and smiled. When they went downstairs, Grandpa's footsteps were obviously much lighter.
"Husband, can you play the song you wrote me with erhu?"
When Fang Xiaole took over the erhu, Lin Yao asked in a low voice.
"Of course, I'm your husband."
Fang Xiaole pinched her nose.
"Annoying, hee."
Lin Yao threw out her tongue at him and walked gracefully to the center of the yard. Under the eyes of the people, the girl was slim and graceful. She asked:
"Which song do you want to hear?"
"Courage!" Zhang Yan said loudly.
"Draw the heart!" Zeng Li is unwilling to show weakness.
"Xiao Yao, I want to listen to you!" Fang Shengnan also raised his hand.
"Calories." Fang Zhulian couldn't help but open her mouth. Seeing that others were surprised to look at her, Fang Zhulian coughed and patted her husband.
"Women spend it."
Suddenly, an old and serious voice sounded.
The crowd turned their heads and looked at Fang Yucheng.
Fang Yucheng looked calm and said to Lin Yao faintly, "your grandmother likes to listen."
The wrinkled old lady sat down and didn't speak, but smiled awkwardly.
"Then women flowers."
The others have no objection this time.
Lin Yao and Fang Xiaole are about to start,
As they were about to start, Zhang Yan weakly raised her hand and asked, "brother Xiaole, sister-in-law, can you take pictures and videos? You can rest assured that I will never show it to others. "
Lin Yao smiled and nodded, "yes."
Zhang Yan cheered and took out her mobile phone. Zeng Li and third uncle Niang also took out their mobile phone to prepare the video.
Lin Yao turned to look at Fang Xiaole. He sat upright on the stool, put the erhu on his leg, and they looked at each other and smiled.
The slightly hoarse and melodious erhu sounded. With the prelude, Lin Yao's temperament suddenly changed, as if standing on the brightly lit stage, from a sweet and lovely girl next door to a dignified and elegant singer.
"Wow, this aura..."
Zhang Yan and Zeng Li opened their mouths. At this moment, the dazzling star on TV finally stood in front of them.
"I have a flower, planted in my heart, in bud, meaning secluded..."
Lin Yao's red lips opened slightly, and the beautiful and magnetic voice flew out of her mouth, floated in the yard and into every ear and heart.
"Women's flowers, swaying in the world of mortals, women's flowers, swaying gently with the wind..."
Unknowingly, everyone sang together with Lin Yao.
While singing, Lin Yao walked up to her grandpa and grandma, gently held grandma's hand and put her hand in Grandpa's hand.
Grandma was a little surprised and shy, while grandpa was also surprised, but he didn't let go. Grandma turned to look at him. Their eyes gradually softened and their smiles gradually bloomed.
On both sides of my grandparents are Fang Guoqing's three brothers and sisters, Chen Zhilin, Fang Haoyu, Fang Shengnan, Xiong Sangou, and Fang Xiaole playing erhu
A large family of children were put into their mobile phones by Zhang Yan squatting on the ground.
"Fate doesn't stay, like the spring breeze comes and goes, women are like flowers and dreams..."
When Lin Yao finished singing the last sentence, grandma's eyes slipped a drop of tears, but her smile became more and more brilliant.
Click.
With the end of the song, this meaningful picture was recorded by the camera and turned into a family photo that will be handed down for many years.