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Zhang didn't want Guo Jingjing to know his own situation, so Guo Jingjing thought he didn't know anything.

On the 26th of the twelfth lunar month, there are three or four days before the Chinese New Year. Guo Jingjing packed up her things and prepared to go to Shanghai with Guo Zizhang.

Before leaving, Guo Jingjing went to the canteen to buy Spring Festival couplets. Guo Zizhang went with him. The old man of the snack shop looked at the two of them in and out of the same place. He was a little strange. Guo Zizhang looked at Guo Jingjing with a calm face and a smile on his mouth.

"How much is it?" Guo Jingjing holds the Spring Festival couplets and asks uncle.

"Twenty in all." The Spring Festival couplets are not expensive. Guo Jingjing also bought some lucky words. Zhang Qing likes these words. After the Spring Festival, Zhang Qing likes to paste them on the windows. He says that looking at the Chinese red, he feels lively in his heart and mocks himself that he is more and more like a little old man.

After buying it back, Guo Zizhang didn't let Guo Jingjing touch him, and he brought out the busy work on the bench.

"What about that? Is it right? " Guo Zizhang held the couplet and asked Guo Jingjing.

Guo Jingjing looked around: "a little bit higher."

"So?" Guo Zizhang moved up the size of the nail plate.

"Well, that's OK."

"OK, I'll post it."

Guo Zizhang didn't do this before. He was afraid that he would stick it askew. He confirmed it again and again and then pasted the glued side of the Spring Festival couplets to the door.

"Well, what else? Do you have to put it on it? "

"Paste the word Fu first."

Guo Jingjing handed Guo Zizhang the four square characters of blessing in his hand, which was chosen by Guo Zizhang. Two new year picture dolls holding two red carp, surrounded by a golden word of blessing, looked very happy.

"Yes, I know."

Guo Zizhang took over and pasted the word "Fu" upside down, and then pasted the horizontal scroll.

"Done!"

Guo Zizhang clapped his hands, took a long leg, and could not get down from the stool. He stood beside Guo Jingjing, put his arm around Guo Jingjing's shoulder and asked, "how about it? Is the technique good? "

Guo Jingjing looked around. Two words of "blessing" were pasted on the windows on both sides, echoing the Spring Festival couplets on the door. Suddenly, he understood Zhang Qing's idea. The gorgeous color of Chinese Red occupied all over the place. The original desolation seemed to disappear at once. No matter how depressed, he was also touched by the red.

When the taxi arrived, Guo Zizhang looked back and patted Guo Jingjing on the shoulder: "let's go. Don't you say you'll go to your grandmother?"

Guo Jingjing nodded and went back to pick up the luggage. The driver got out of the car and helped him pack it into the trunk. Guo Zizhang helped him take the new year's clothes that Guo Jingjing bought for Zhang and Zhang Fugui and put them into the back seat. There was a seat for people to sit on.

Guo Zizhang came out of the car and saw Guo Jingjing standing under the gatehouse, looking at it carefully. There was still plenty of time anyway.

Guo Jingjing spent 22 new years in this red brick house. It may be that too many things have happened in this year. Suddenly, it seems that nothing has changed, but everything has changed.

Guo Jingjing pursed her lips and took the gate of the courtyard. She locked her head and walked away.

The taxi didn't get on the main road and went to Zhang's house in the opposite direction.

Zhang Yuhe still came back, Zhang Fugui called. Because of this, Yamada Zhizi was not happy, and his face was a little cold. Zhang Fugui looked at the trouble, but Zhang's eyes were very clear.

When Guo Jingjing came, Zhang Yuhe was persuading the Zhang family to go to Shanghai with her. She said that she would die in her own home.

As a son, listening to such words, he naturally felt uncomfortable. When the two sides were deadlocked, Guo Jingjing arrived.

"What are you doing here?" After listening to Yamada Zhizi's words, Zhang Yuhe also felt that Zhang's illness was due to Zhang Qing's father and son's anger. When he met people, his face was cold, but it was normal. There was no such thing between them.

Guo Jingjing's skills were developed from childhood to adulthood. Those who do not want to see them should not see them. In the past, because of Zhang's family, there is no way. Now, there is no need.

Zhang Yuhe's yelling is like a fist on cotton. Guo Jingjing doesn't step on him at all. Zhang Qi's mouth hasn't spoken yet. Guo Jingjing looks at him in the past, just like the eyes on the river boat that night, killing him. Zhang Qi's voice is stunned, and his voice can't make a sound.

Guo Jingjing took the things he bought to Zhang's and called out: "grandma."

Zhang took a look at the door. Guo Zizhang didn't get in. However, he also got out of the car and leaned against the front of the door. His eyes were always paying attention to the situation here. Seeing Zhang looking over, he nodded politely to the old man.

Zhang's eyes returned to Guo Jingjing and asked in a soft voice, "are you going?"

"Well." Guo Jingjing snorted and felt a little sour. Zhang didn't treat him coldly, nor did he drive him away. His grandmother was still the one who was good to him and loved him.

Zhang stretched out his hand. The old man's hand was like a withered tree skin. It was hard and cold. But when it came near, Guo Jingjing held it tightly.Zhang's smile, another hand touched Guo Jingjing's face.

"It's good. By the way, I'll see your father. I don't know if he's doing well. You and your father have always reported good news but not bad news. They are just words of comfort to me."

"No, grandma." Guo Jingjing replied with a straight face. It's really like that.

Zhang had no choice but to look at him. After a long time, he took back his hand.

"Go ahead. The car is still waiting outside. Don't be late for it."

Guo Jingjing nodded and put the things he had brought to the wall. He turned to Zhang and Zhang Fugui and said, "grandma, granddad, this is the new year's clothes I bought for you. I don't know whether you can wear them or not. If they don't fit, I'll change them for you when I come back."

Guo Jingjing doesn't have this experience. It's been a while. Which store is willing to change it for you. Zhang knows about it, but she doesn't say it. She just nods with a smile.

Zhang Fugui, embarrassed and embarrassed, did not dare to say anything.

"Then I'll go, grandma, grandfather, happy new year."

"Happy new year. Let's go. Let's go."

Zhang took back his hand and waved his hand to urge Guo Jingjing to go quickly. Guo Jingjing did not stay any longer, but turned and stepped away from the gate of Zhangjia.

Zhang has been watching him get on the car, the accelerator rang, left.

Zhang collected the smile on his face and looked back. As soon as he got up to clean up his new clothes, Zhang Qi limped over with a stick and gave them a stick.

"Who wants his good intentions! My grandmother won't wear such cheap clothes! He is an outsider, why... "

"Flag!" Before Zhang Qi finished speaking, Zhang Yuhe yelled and interrupted. Zhang Yuhe frowned and shook his head at him. The word "outsider" was the most favorite of Zhang's family in his life. No one was allowed to say that Zhang Qing and his son were strangers, and anyone who said that they should turn their faces to each other.

Zhang Yuhe knew from his brother and sister that the situation was absolutely frightening.

But this time, Zhang Qi said, but Zhang didn't have any reaction, just bowed down, picked up those clothes, and went into the room in silence.

Just as Zhang Yuhe opened his mouth, Zhang Fugui waved his hand at the man and told him to stop talking. He walked out of the door and stood in the yard and smoked a cigarette.

This new year, Zhangjia is doomed to be a difficult time. Everyone is holding a grudge in their hearts. Everyone feels that they have been wronged. How can they open their hearts to solve problems?

The first time Guo Jingjing took a plane, he felt that it took a little time to board the plane. As soon as he got on the seat, he arrived in the blink of an eye. When he got off the plane, he saw Zhang Qing stretching his head in the crowd.

It looks thinner than before, but it looks good, and even looks lighter than before.

"Don't you say you won't come? Why are you still here? "

Guo Zizhang had no choice but to caress his forehead. Although Zhang Qing was not a road maniac, he had stayed in the countryside for a long time. When he came to the city and looked at the crisscross subway lines, it was really difficult to understand the situation. Especially the viaduct, when the car went up and down, he just had a headache. So if it was not necessary, Zhang Qing would not run around, and Guo Zizhang would not let him run around.

But it's not the same today. He's coming to pick up his son.

"Ah Jing, ah Zhang, this way, this way!"

Zhang Qing saw his son, immediately bent his eyebrows and eyes, while waving his arm, he walked quickly towards his son.

Zhang Qing's feet were unsteady. Guo Zizhang quickly reached out to help him.

"Isn't this coming? What are you doing so fast? " Guo Zizhang was helpless, holding luggage in one hand and clenching Zhang Qing's wrist in the other.

"I want to see you soon." Zhang Qingchao, Guo Zizhang smiles sweetly. Guo Zizhang has no way to deal with him. Zhang Qing turns his head and looks at Guo Jingjing. Guo Jingjing looks at him with a tiger's face and frowns.

"Ah Jing..." Guo Jingjing is different from Guo Zizhang. He is not so easy to fool. Zhang Qing smiles and says, "ah Jing, how are you doing? Do you have a good appetite? Did the doctor say anything when you went for an examination

Guo Jingjing pinched Zhang Qing's arm and said discontentedly, "how do you look like a hemp pole? You don't have a good meal again?"

"No, no, the food in the hospital canteen is delicious and nutritious. I eat a lot every day." It's just recently that he has an appetite. When Guo Yi was undergoing chemotherapy, Zhang Qing lost his appetite for eating just by looking at his forbearance. However, he didn't dare to tell Guo Jingjing.

"Why are you so thin?" Guo Jingjing kneaded up and down on his arm. The more he pinched, the more dissatisfied he was.

Zhang Qing carefully looked up at Guo Jingjing, Du Du mouth way: "you are thinner than me also fierce Guo Jingjing has just lost weight in recent days, and Zhang Qing has brought a lot of them back recently, which is not as good as Guo Jingjing.

Guo Jingjing pursed her lips and stopped talking.

Zhang Qing where willing to blame him, stretched out his hand to take people into his arms."I have heard Zizhang say about Sanskrit. Ah Jing, don't be afraid. He will be OK for you. You and your children should trust him and wait for him. Before he comes back, his father will always be with you and take care of you. Ah Jing, you can't let yourself have anything. Do you know?"

Zhang Qing said, his voice was hoarse, and Guo Jingjing became like this. Zhang Qing felt the same. Why did he insist on coming to pick up the plane? It was because he wanted to see Guo Jingjing earlier. He had to stay with his son.

Guo Jingjing rarely reached out and hugged Zhang Qing and patted Zhang Qing on the back.

"I'm fine, Dad."

"Well." Zhang Qing hugged Guo Jingjing tightly and did not give up.

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