Chapter 413 New Year's Wishes of Orphans and Widows

That night, Wu Tao did not return to the city, so he was really worried about the old man.

In the previous life, the old man passed away when he was in his second year of technical secondary school. After that time, he had a weird temper and had a lot of conflicts with his family. Although I was over eighty when I left, I always feel that I died in depression.

So in the past two years, Wu Tao has been working hard to make the family conditions better, and it is more or less 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 at everything with pessimism. Especially during this time of festivals, what they consider is not the joy of having children and grandchildren around their knees, but the festive season of the year, which is one less.

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.

Rubbing sleepy eyes and going out the door, I saw a large group of old and young men, admiring the new crown.

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

"Isn't that right? In my life, old Zhou, I don't know if I can earn a car wheel? Sigh..."

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

After all, in the traditional view of the countryside, it is unbelievable that the son earns more than the father. So this group of people deduced so swearingly that there is nothing wrong with it, nothing wrong at all!

"Old Wu has turned around now. When I was working on the Grand Canal with Old Wu, I knew he was not an ordinary person..."

"It's up to you to say it! I saw it when the production team did a big contract back then."

Xiao Jiang appeared out of nowhere, led Da Hei into the crowd, put his hands on his waist, and said arrogantly: "You all know what a fart, my dad doesn't earn as much as my brother!"

The surrounding villagers didn't believe it, they patted Xiaojiang's head and said, "You little brat, don't talk nonsense, be careful that your father won't give you lucky money during the Chinese New Year!"

Heidan suddenly became annoyed, 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 two children's clumsy mouths, how could they compare with the gossip of the villagers around them.

In the end, Xiao Jiang jumped completely, and Hei Dan's face became darker and darker with anxiety.

After Wu Tao washed up, he saw the two children getting angry with the villagers, and immediately laughed and lifted the two children out, pretending to be coolies for posting Spring Festival couplets.

"Brother, why didn't you tell them? Let them gain some insight!" After posting the couplet for a long time, Xiao Jiang still couldn't hold back his inner anger, so he wiped a sip of the paste and put it on his tongue to taste.

Hey, it tastes really good.

Immediately afterwards, one mouthful, two mouthfuls, three or four mouthfuls, and in a blink of an eye, five mouthfuls, six mouthfuls, seventy-eight mouthfuls, and when Wu Tao wanted to make paste again, he was completely dumbfounded.

Just now, half of the pot was full of cooked paste, but in a blink of an eye, there was less than a third of it left.

Looking again, Xiao Jiang's mouth was covered with sticky marks that could not be wiped off in time.

Pity him, he beat him to a pulp after ten minutes of hard work, and he just got into the stomach of this troublemaker.

Wu Tao snatched the little paste left, raised his foot and kicked: "Can you take care of this mouth? Are you missing food at home, or are you missing clothes, so hungry that you even eat the paste?"

Xiao Jiang dodged deftly, swept his tongue deftly, and swept all the remnants around his mouth into his mouth, and said with an unfinished look: "Brother, what did you add to this paste, so sweet?"

Wu Tao was really dumbfounded, "It's just fine flour and white flour. By the way, I found the wrong bag of white flour at first, and added half a bowl of cornmeal in it by mistake."

"No wonder..." Before he finished speaking, Xiao Jiang disappeared in a flash.

After Wu Tao had finished pasting all the inside and outside of the Spring Festival couplets and window grilles, he found that Xiao Jiang was holding a frying pan, leaning on the side of the straw pile, belching all over the place.

There were still some traces of not eating clean in the frying pan, and Dahei was licking vigorously, and along the way, licked all the paste on Xiaojiang's hands and face.

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

Where did I get the camera from the house at the moment, and took pictures of this scene of harmony between humans and dogs.

In the main room, the old man looked normal, and was accompanying Zhang Huilan, preparing to burn paper money for ancestor worship.

Year after year, ancestors are the most unforgettable.

Wu Tao held the camera and pressed the shutter everywhere, and before he knew it, the film at home quickly ran out. It just so happened that at this time, Heidan ran out with his mobile phone held high.

"Brother Tao, your phone number."

After picking it up, she saw that the call was from An Rong, and once connected, she said in a hasty tone, "Come here quickly, Sister Man has been crying, and I can't persuade you."

Cheng Man is still in confinement, crying like this all the time will definitely cause something wrong.

Weeping in the wind and so on will be accompanied by a lifetime of ills in the future. At that moment, Wu Tao didn't dare to be negligent, so he decisively put down his mobile phone, patted Song Guanghui who was dozing in the car, and said, "Let's go to the city."

It was the first time for Song Guanghui to get started with the 10th generation crown. He wanted to drive the F1 feeling along the way, and he couldn't even listen to Wu Tao's repeated words to persuade him not to rush.

So a quarter of an hour later, Wu Tao arrived at Cheng Man's mother and son's new residence.

This is a house with two bedrooms and one living room. Although it is small in size, it is already very good compared to many working families nowadays.

Cheng Man's head was wrapped in a towel, her eyes were red, and she was speechless. Xiao Xiaotian seemed to feel the sadness of his mother, and also cried loudly, intermittently.

An Rong had never seen such a battle before, and the nanny hired by the family had already gone home for the New Year, so she didn't even have anyone to discuss with.

In the two rooms and one living room, the orphans and widows shed tears together, it was really unbearable to watch.

In comparison, the old man's desolation and loneliness are really not a big deal.

"Sister Man, tell me what's the matter?" Wu Tao asked patiently. Women in the confinement period are inherently sentimental, and he couldn't help being impatient.

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

"Is it because the child misses his father? I'll call Mr. Qiu overseas right away, okay?"

During festive seasons, Wu Tao thinks so much about his relatives. Wu Tao first realized that it was probably when Sister Man thought of the lights of thousands of families, but the three members of his family were separated by oceans and could not be reunited.

Cheng Man shook his head.

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

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

Cheng Man still shook his head.

This made the two of them completely in trouble, especially Wu Tao, who had two lives, felt even more nervous. As a confinement mother, the most taboo thing is to keep silent, so that I finally get depressed.

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

On the contrary, An Rong frowned and pondered for a while, "Sister Man, do you want your child to celebrate the New Year with grandparents?"

Cheng Man's figure froze immediately. Although he didn't nod affirmatively, but he didn't shake his head, which was enough.

Wu Tao clapped his hands, didn't he? Compared to being unable to get together across oceans, what is even more tragic is that we cannot recognize each other even though we are so close...

"Sister Man, don't worry, Rongrong and I will let their grandparents recognize each other even if we are not in the new year today!" Wu Tao clenched his fists vowingly.