Entertainment: 1990

Chapter 117 Meeting Parents

Hengjiang River.

At the end of April, the Zhang family bought five large brick houses.

Although everyone thinks apartment buildings are more upscale these days, the Urban Real Estate Management Law was only recently promulgated. The first batch of commercial housing for ordinary people in big cities hasn't even been built yet, let alone in poor places like Hengjiang.

By using connections, one could find a company-provided apartment, but it would only be a two-bedroom apartment at most, and Zhang Xingguo didn't want people to gossip about it.

Therefore, this kind of detached house and courtyard is more suitable.

The renovation took six months. Zhang Xingguo and Sun Xiaohong originally planned to move in closer to the Spring Festival, since there was no central heating in the courtyard and they would have to use their own boiler.

If you stay there for one night, you'll save on one night's accommodation fee.

But upon hearing that their son was bringing his girlfriend home, the elderly couple moved to their new home overnight and have been doing a thorough cleaning every day for the past few days.

Zhang Xingguo used to be reluctant to spend the money his son gave him, but this time, in order to leave a good impression on his future daughter-in-law, he didn't care about anything else and bought all the furniture and appliances that he used to think were too expensive.

This morning.

Zhang Xingguo couldn't sleep, tossing and turning, and became drowsy again before dawn.

When he woke up again, he found his wife was gone, and he was frantic.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief when Sun Xiaohong returned with fresh vegetables and live fish. As he took the things and carried them inside, he complained, "You should have told me you were going out."

Didn't I tell you that a couple of days ago?

Sun Xiaohong said speechlessly, "Honey, aren't you being a little too nervous?"

"How could I not be nervous? That's a big star!"

"So what? My son is a writer."

Sun Xiaohong retorted sharply, "Besides, didn't Xiaoyan say that she has already bought several houses in Beijing? She is a golden phoenix, and that's enough for her to live in."

As she spoke, she slipped into the east wing kitchen and began busily preparing for the day.

She was actually quite nervous, and only when she was busy did she feel more at ease.

Zhang Xingguo sat pacing back and forth in the living room for a while, then shoveled another bucket of coal and carried it to the kitchen, saying to his wife, "Let's heat the boiler up a bit, so they don't get cold."

"Oh, don't worry."

Sun Xiaohong responded somewhat impatiently, and after waiting a while and seeing that her husband hadn't left, she asked in confusion, "Is there anything else you need?"

"Do you think we should bring up marriage?"

Zhang Xingguo hesitated, saying, "If we don't mention it, it will seem like we parents are indifferent—but if we do mention it, it won't feel good to pressure them into marriage on their first visit."

"What's wrong with that? They're both getting on in years."

Sun Xiaohong said firmly, "You're not in a hurry, but I'm eager to have a grandson!"

"Oh dear, I didn't say there was no rush."

Zhang Xingguo thought for a moment and then said, "How about this, we'll talk to our son and have him relay the message—your son has such a silver tongue, he can talk the dead back to life, he definitely knows how to coax him."

"I don't care, I just want to hold my grandson."

The couple, one chattering away and the other busy, were both easing their inner tension in their own ways.

the other side.

After entering the city, Zhang Yan spent some more time before finally finding his family's five large brick houses.

He only went home three times in the second half of the year, and this was the first time he had seen the house after the renovation.

The first impression is that it's spacious.

Previously, Zhang Yan and his family lived in a cramped apartment building, and he had always wanted to buy a larger place. This time, his wish has finally come true.

It measures 30 meters east to west and 25 meters north to south, totaling 750 square meters.

Although the location is a little out of the way, the entire Hengjiang City is only a small area, so it would only take five minutes at most to cycle there.

Zhang Yan was still looking through the car window when the two elders, who had heard the commotion, came out with smiles on their faces.

Zhang Xingguo waved his hand exaggeratedly and said, "Drive in, drive in, there's room inside."

It can not only fit a few cars, but also several more Xiali cars.

After parking the car, Zhang Yan unbuckled his seatbelt and was about to push open the door to get out when Chen Hong grabbed his right arm forcefully.

Zhang Yan glanced at her and smiled, "I thought you weren't nervous at all."

"How could I not be nervous?!" Chen Hong rolled her eyes at him, took a deep breath, and rushed out of the car, greeting him sweetly, "Hello, Auntie, hello, Uncle."

"Good good."

Sun Xiaohong was overjoyed and wanted to reach out to pull Chen Hong, but then felt it was inappropriate. So she rubbed her hands together and said repeatedly, "He's even more handsome in person than on TV!"

Noticing her hesitation, Chen Hong reached out and took her arm, smiling as she said, "Auntie is younger than I imagined. I brought you and Uncle two outfits, which I thought would be quite suitable, but now that we've met, I'm a little worried they'll make you look too old."

As Zhang Xingguo and his son went around to the back to get their luggage, he listened to the two exchanging pleasantries. When he heard Chen Hong's words, he muttered to himself, "Like attracts like. This girl has quite the silver tongue."

Zhang Yan chuckled and handed the painting to his father: "Dad, this is a painting my mother-in-law gave you."

"What is this nonsense?!"

"Feng Chaoran's paintings."

"I mean, why does what you're saying sound so awkward... Wait a minute, whose painting are you talking about?"

"Feng Chaoran."

Upon hearing that it was a work by a famous artist, the old man immediately put aside his other luggage and picked up the box containing the painting.

At this moment, Chen Hong came over and carried two items, then politely declined Sun Xiaohong's offer to let her enter the hall.

The Zhang father and son followed behind, carrying their luggage. However, as soon as they reached the door, they saw Chen Hong take off her coat through the glass, and Zhang Xingguo immediately turned to her and said, "Let's put this painting in the study for now."

As he spoke, he went to another living room on the west side.

The old man was even embarrassed.

Zhang Yan smiled knowingly, pushed open the door and entered the hall. He immediately felt the oppressive heat, no wonder Chen Hong took off her coat as soon as she came in.

He quickly took off his coat and joked with his mother, "Mom, are you trying to kill the coal seller? You'll be burning through thousands of yuan worth of coal this winter!"

"I heard that Xiao Chen was coming."

Sun Xiaohong's gaze fell on Chen Hong's chest and buttocks, and her smile became more and more satisfied—she looked like a girl who could bear children.

So he pulled Chen Hong aside and asked her how the two of them met and how they got together.

Zhang Xingguo came over halfway through and grinned from the side, but didn't say a word until his wife finished speaking. Then he said, "From now on, you should keep a closer eye on him. If he doesn't listen to you, just tell your aunt, and we'll take care of him for you!"

Chen Hong glanced at Zhang Yan and smiled, "We always discuss things together, but Zhang Yan has a good eye and makes good decisions, so he usually makes the decisions."

Zhang Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly returned the favor, saying, "Chen Hong is very understanding. She even contributed more than 80,000 yuan to the apartments I bought in Beijing."

"This……"

Zhang Xingguo instinctively felt he shouldn't take the girl's money, but he also felt that this would bind them together more closely. In the end, he forced out a trendy phrase: "In the end, it will be considered joint property of the couple."

After saying that, he looked at Chen Hong nervously, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Chen Hong was smiling and seemed quite happy.

Sun Xiaohong then stood up and said, "You guys chat first, I'll go cook for you."

"Auntie, let me help you."

"no, I'm fine."

"It's okay, I'm used to doing this at home..."

…………

Chen Hong is beautiful, well-educated, speaks and acts with grace, and is willing to help with housework, which quickly earned her unanimous praise from Zhang Xingguo and Sun Xiaohong.

The elderly couple were satisfied with everything about her, and they repeatedly urged Zhang Yan to get married and have a child as soon as possible, saying they couldn't afford to miss out on such a wonderful girl.

However, while urging them to have a grandson, the elderly couple arranged for Chen Hong to stay in Zhang Fang's room.

That evening, Zhang Yan wanted to take her to his room, but Chen Hong said she was afraid her uncle and aunt would think she was indecent, so she refused to let Zhang Yan in.

So Zhang Yan stayed at home for five days and ate vegetarian food for four of them.

On the last night, Sun Xiaohong secretly gave the key to her son, and Zhang Yan finally succeeded.

The next day, when Chen Hong came out of the house with a flushed face, the old couple's mouths were practically stretched to their ears.

Because no one came to his new home this time, Zhang Yan originally wanted to stay a few more days, but the film "Da Sa Ba" was going to have its premiere in Beijing, and Feng Xiaogang and Xu Fan invited him and Chen Hong respectively.

So on the morning of January 1, 1992, the two had to say goodbye to the reluctant elderly couple and embark on their journey back to Beijing.

Even after the car had driven quite a distance, Zhang Yan could still see his parents standing outside the gate in the rearview mirror.

Hey~
If you're so reluctant to leave, why don't you move to Beijing or Tianjin?

(End of this chapter)