C183 (1/2)

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.