sjar Chapter 269 It’s him!
Chapter 269 It’s him!
Huang Ling stood frozen in place, her mind blank. Shock made her instinctively bend down and reach out to pick up the shards of glass from the ground.
Just then, Song Ying reacted quickly and grabbed her.
"Sister Ling, be careful, these shards of glass are very sharp, don't cut your hands. You sit down, I'll go get the broom."
As she spoke, Song Ying turned around and quickly walked to the corner of the wall to fetch a broom and a dustpan.
When Zhuang Chaoying heard the crisp sound of the cup shattering inside the house, her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly got up and walked to the kitchen.
Upon entering the kitchen, one sees a floor covered in sparkling shards of glass, with Huang Ling standing nearby.
"Ah Ling, are you alright?" He asked anxiously, grabbing Huang Ling's hand and examining it carefully.
Huang Ling shook her head, trying to calm herself down, and said softly, "It's okay, it's okay."
Zhuang Chaoying pointed inside the house. "Then I'll go in first, don't worry." After saying that, she glanced at Huang Ling again with concern before turning back into the house.
Zhuang Chaoying returned to the room and chatted with the others for a few more minutes. Director An, Lin Wufeng, and Song Xiangyang were relieved to see that the matter was not serious.
Thinking back to the serious look on the faces of the education bureau officials when they came to the factory to inquire today, they were quite startled, thinking that Teacher Zhuang had really made some serious mistake.
Fortunately, they had discussed their story in advance, and it seems that they escaped unscathed.
Xiaoting and Pengfei stayed at Lin Dongzhe's house until they saw their father and Uncle Lin seeing Factory Director An and Brother Xiangyang off. Only then did they leave Lin Dongzhe's house.
The two jogged over and stood on either side of Zhuang Chaoying. "Dad, what happened?"
Pengfei chimed in, "Uncle."
Zhuang Chaoying, with one child in each arm, walked into the house. "You must have heard what I was saying with your Uncle Lin and the others, right?"
Xiaoting and Pengfei nodded.
Xiaoting frowned. "I heard you, Dad. Will this affect Mom?"
"Your mother will be fine, don't worry. We're not short of money. Besides, don't you two have confidence in my abilities? Even if I don't become a teacher, I can support you all by writing novels."
Pengfei nodded vigorously. "Uncle, I believe you."
Zhuang Chaoying patted Pengfei's head. "Alright, let's go inside. I need to go see your mother and your aunt."
Pengfei pulled Xiaoting aside and whispered, "Let's go find Dongzhe first. Auntie was crying earlier."
When Huang Ling saw them leave, as soon as Chao Ying went inside and closed the door, she quickly walked over, her eyes red-rimmed, and asked anxiously.
"Chao Ying, what's going on? How did you get reported?"
Zhuang Chaoying pulled Huang Ling to sit on the bed, sighed softly, and took out the letter of complaint from her pocket. "Even if they hadn't come today, I would have talked to you about this tonight."
Holding the letter of complaint, Huang Ling's eyes instantly welled up with tears as she looked at the distorted handwriting and malicious content. She said angrily.
"They're just jealous, jealous that we're doing better than them."
Zhuang Chaoying took her handkerchief and wiped away Huang Ling's tears. "It's alright, isn't it? The director didn't do anything to me. At worst, I'll just quit being a teacher."
Huang Ling folded the letter again, her eyes hardening, and she gripped his hand tightly. "Chao Ying, don't be afraid. Even if you lose your job, I'll support you. I have a job and a salary; I can support you and the children."
Zhuang Chaoying nestled in A Ling's arms, thankful that she still had a confidante. "Hmm, it's nothing serious."
Xiaoting and Pengfei secretly eavesdropped at the door. When they heard no more noise from inside, they gently knocked on the door.
"Dad, Mom, can we come in now?"
"I didn't tell you two to leave when you came in."
Zhuang Chaoying got out of A Ling's arms.
Huang Ling quickly raised her hand to wipe the corner of her eye and straightened her clothes.
Looking at her parents' slightly red and swollen eyes, Xiaoting felt a pang of sadness, and her own eyes welled up with tears.
She clenched her fist. "Dad, Mom, don't worry, I will definitely study hard and make a lot of money in the future. Then you and Mom won't have to work anymore and can enjoy life at home every day."
"Okay, your dad is just waiting for my little girl to make a lot of money."
"Uncle, can I see the letter of complaint?"
Huang Ling handed the letter directly to Pengfei. Pengfei took the letter, stared intently at the handwriting, and frowned more and more.
He felt he had seen the handwriting somewhere before, but couldn't quite place it.
Zhuang Chaoying patted Pengfei's head.
"What are you thinking about with that frown? I already said it's nothing. Go back and do your homework."
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The matter of the whistleblower letter can be considered to have come to an end, since it did not cause any substantial harm.
Time flies by like a wound-up clock, and soon it's almost the end of the year.
The streets and alleys seemed to be enveloped in celebration overnight, with red lanterns hanging high and brand-new couplets pasted on the doors of every house.
On the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, Lin Wufeng and Song Ying, carrying large and small bags, led Lin Dongzhe back to Song Ying's parents' home in Jiangyin.
Song Ying is a typical Jiangyin native – straightforward, loud-voiced, and outspoken. Her days working in the textile factory further honed her fiery personality, making her a well-known troublemaker in the factory.
However, at that time, Jiangyin belonged to the Suzhou area, so she was transferred to the Suzhou Cotton Mill.
However, in 1983, Jiangyin was transferred to the jurisdiction of Wuxi.
As soon as they left, the courtyard became quiet and deserted. Without Lin Dongzhe and Song Ying, the loud and boisterous mother and son, it felt like something was missing.
Song Ying's usual cheerful laughter and Lin Dongzhe's playful antics were all gone at this moment.
"Tu Nan called."
On New Year's Eve, the three children were helping with chores, and Tu Nan was holding tweezers, intently removing the hair from the pig's feet.
Hearing Aunt Li's voice, Tu Nan quickly put down the tweezers in his hand. "Coming."
He ran to the pond in the yard and quickly washed his hands.
He walked quickly toward the convenience store.
Aunt Li told her to call back in ten minutes. Tu Nan sat down next to the phone in the convenience store and stared at the phone.
Before long, the phone rang. Tu Nan quickly picked up the receiver: "Hello?"
Grandma Zhuang's voice came from the other end of the phone. "Tunan, my dear, it's your grandma."
"Grandma, is something wrong?"
Grandma Zhuang laughed on the other end of the phone. "Today is New Year's Eve. Come back for the New Year. Grandma made your favorite braised pork ribs."
"Grandma, I'll tell my parents."
"Then it's settled. Come early, dinner will be served early this year." After saying that, Grandma Zhuang hung up the phone.
Zhuang Tunan paid three cents and turned to walk back.
Back in the courtyard. "Mom and Dad, Grandma called and asked us to come home for the New Year."
Huang Ling looked at Chao Ying and nudged him. "You should still go. It's only once a year."
Zhuang Chaoying was making glutinous rice balls, his hands covered in glutinous rice flour. He nodded.
"Okay, if you say so, then let's go. Tu Nan, prepare the pig's feet, and let's roll the glutinous rice balls and put them in the refrigerator to eat when we get back tonight."
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The five people squeezed off the bus.
Tu Nan was carrying a bag of apples; Peng Fei was carrying two cans of food; and Xiao Ting was carrying a box of steamed egg cakes.
"Grandpa and Grandma, we're back!" Tu Nan shouted in his loud voice before they even reached the door.
Hearing the commotion, the neighbors all turned to look.
"Superheroine is back."
Zhuang Chaoying responded with a smile: "I'm back. Tu Nan used the money he earned from tutoring to buy food for his grandparents."
The neighbor couldn't help but praise, "Tu Nan is so filial!"
Hearing the voices of the eldest son and Tu Nan, Granny Zhuang greeted them with a smile and came out of the house.
“My dear children, come inside quickly.”
"grandmother."
"Oh, you're all good kids, come inside."
Grandpa Zhuang stood at the door and saw Tu Nan. "Tu Nan, come in quickly. Zhen Dong and Zhen Bei, your older brothers are here. Didn't you have a few questions you couldn't answer?"
As soon as Huang Ling entered the house, she went into the inner room to lie down and rest.
Tu Nan put down what he was holding and took the exercise book that Zhen Dong and Zhen Bei handed him. "I don't know how to do that question."
Pengfei came over and took a look, and he understood everything in his heart.
When he first came to Suzhou, he stayed at his maternal grandmother's house for a few days, sharing a room with Zhendong and Zhenbei. This is Zhendong's handwriting; yes, it's him.