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#1797 - Huang Ling was shocked when her grandmother and grandson met

In the courtyard of No. 13, Textile Lane 3.

Huang Ling and Song Ying haven't been to work for seven or eight days. After not working, they don't even have the energy to do housework. Huang Ling is fine, as she and Zhuang Chaoying have been living together, so she is just sulking alone.

But Song Ying is different. These days she is like a firecracker. She is fine in front of outsiders, but explodes when she catches Lin Wufeng. So these days, Lin Wufeng is really living in dire straits.

During the day, he is overwhelmed by all kinds of affairs in the factory. When he comes home at night, he has to comfort his wife, and he gets beaten and scolded from time to time.

In other words, Lin Wufeng has a good personality, stable emotions, and loves his wife. If he were a man with a slightly worse temper, if Song Ying acted like this, there would be a high probability that the two of them would have started a fight.

"Sister Ling, what on earth is going on? I've been working in this job for 20 or 30 years, and suddenly I was laid off. I still can't believe it's true."

Song Ying recalled how she had been in a daze for the past few days and still couldn't accept the fact that she was laid off. She was only in her forties and felt that she was still in her prime. How could she be laid off?

Huang Ling sighed, "Don't mention you. It's the same for me. I've worked all my life and suddenly lost my job. The psychological gap is too big. I can't sleep at night these few days. The first thing I do when I wake up in the morning is to get up and go to work, but when I get up, I find that there is no work to do."

"Yeah, I don't feel like doing anything right now. Lin Wufeng always complains that the dishes I cooked these days are either too sweet or too salty, and the rice is always undercooked. Sigh."

The two women sighed again.

"It's all the fault of the cotton mill management. Such a big mill, only a few years old, they messed it up. Most of the people in the mill were laid off, and even the machinery and factory buildings were sold. I think it's not far from bankruptcy."

"Don't say that."

Huang Ling comforted her with a few words. She herself was actually feeling very uncomfortable, but seeing Song Ying like this, she couldn't help but comfort her.

Huang Ling felt the same way and found it even harder to accept than Song Ying, because Song Ying at least still had Lin Wufeng, but she had already divorced Zhuang Chaoying. Although they still lived together, she didn't want to count on Zhuang Chaoying to support her in the future.

She has two sons who are already earning money, especially the youngest son, who is extremely rich, but she cannot accept having to be supported by her sons in the future.

Maybe she is not as strong as those powerful women, but rather than sit back and enjoy the fruits of others' labor, she still prefers to support herself with her own hands. She is not yet at the stage where she needs her children to take care of her when she is old.

"Then what else can we do? You are a few years younger than me, so maybe you can still find a job, but I am almost fifty years old now, where can I find a new job? Who would want someone my age?"

Even if they don't want to admit it in their hearts, their age is there. It is difficult for young people to find jobs nowadays, let alone these older laid-off textile workers.

In the past, there was Li Yiming, who could do some manual work for them and earn some money, but now that Li Yiming got married, he moved to his wife's house, and now they don't even have any manual work to do.

"What's the point of being a few years younger? No one will want you anyway, alas."

There was another round of sighs, and just then, someone walked into the yard.

"Mom, Aunt Song."

The two looked up and asked in surprise, "Tusi, why are you back?"

The person who walked into the courtyard was Zhou Chen.

"I heard that you were laid off, and I was a little worried. I happened to be free these two days, so I came back to see you."

Huang Ling scolded, "Why are you worried? I'm not a child. I just got laid off suddenly and haven't adjusted to the new situation yet. Did Pengfei tell you about this over the phone? This kid is always quick to talk. You have to teach and study for a doctorate, you're very busy. Why are you running back and forth? It's so tiring."

"It's not hard, Mom. Don't blame Pengfei. He's worried about you, too."

"Come in quickly, you haven't eaten yet? I'll go buy some food and cook for you."

"Don't bother, just add some noodles."

Zhou Chen held Huang Ling back. It was almost noon and there wouldn't be much food to buy if they went to the market.

"That won't do. You finally came back, why can you only eat noodles?"

"What's wrong with noodles? As long as they are made by you, they are better than all kinds of delicacies from land and sea."

Zhou Chen flattered her, and Song Ying smiled and said, "Sister Ling, Tuxi still cares about you. You two can chat while I go cook noodles. It happens that there are only three of us at home at noon, so we can eat together."

"Aunt Song, no need to bother."

"Yes, Song Ying, I can do it myself."

"Okay, Sister Ling, why should we be polite to each other? You can talk to Tusi first, I'll go boil some water."

Song Ying did not give Huang Ling a chance to refuse. She clapped her hands and walked towards the kitchen. Seeing her like this, Huang Ling did not insist. They had been neighbors for more than ten years and had a very good relationship with each other. This was really not a big deal.

Huang Ling pulled Zhou Chen into the house and poured him a glass of water.

"Tusi, have you been busy at school lately? Are you tired? Teaching must be hard, right?"

"It's okay, Mom. I have some talent in this area. It won't be a problem for me."

"That's good, that's good, I knew you would be fine."

Huang Ling breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, Zhou Chen had already been working for almost a year, but she was still worried about Zhou Chen.

"Xiaoting, how's your study going recently?"

"She's fine, too. We often eat together, and she often comes to my place to play. She occasionally stays at my place. Don't worry."

"What about Tunan?"

"He's pretty good too."

“…………”

Zhou Chen's return made Huang Ling temporarily forget the sadness of being laid off, and she devoted all her attention to Zhou Chen.

Song Ying cooked the noodles and, at Huang Ling's invitation, ate with them.

"Tusi, how long do you plan to stay this time? When will you return to Shanghai?"

"Mom, I just got back and you asked me when I'm leaving. Are you trying to drive me away?"

Huang Ling glared at her son and said, "Nonsense, I just want to know when you are leaving so I can make you something delicious."

Zhou Chen said: "Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, it's all fine, but this time when I go back to Shanghai, I plan to take you with me."

Huang Ling looked puzzled: "Take me? To Shanghai?"

"right."

"No, I'm not going. Why would I go to Shanghai? I'm fine at home."

"I'll take you to Shanghai to live for a while so you can relax. I've also prepared a big surprise for you in Shanghai. Well, it might be a shock."

Huang Ling didn't understand Zhou Chen's inexplicable words at all. She shook her head and said, "I don't care what surprises and shocks you are talking about, but I'm not going to Shanghai. I'll stay at home."

If she was going to Shanghai to play for a day or two, she might still think about it, but if she was going to live in Shanghai for a period of time, she refused without hesitation.

Song Ying advised: "Sister Ling, I think what Tuxi said makes sense. You can go to Shanghai to have some fun. Tuxi and his two siblings are all in Shanghai. You can spend some time with the children and think of it as traveling to see the children."

"Yes, Mom. Xiaoting and the others miss you a lot. Aunt Song, you can also go to Shanghai with my mom to visit Lin Dongzhe. Lin Dongzhe has matured a lot this year. As for where to live, don't worry. My place can accommodate him completely."

After hearing what Zhou Chen said, Song Ying was actually quite moved. She hadn't seen her son for a long time and she really missed him.

"Well, I'll have to wait for your Uncle Lin to come back and discuss this. You should convince your mother first."

When Zhuang Chaoying returned home and saw Zhou Chen, she was very surprised and happily chatted with him for a few words. Xiang Pengfei did not come back until the evening. When he saw Zhou Chen, he became much more excited and happily gave Zhou Chen a hug, and then kept asking questions.

Zhuang Chaoying and Xiang Pengfei both strongly agreed with Zhou Chen's idea of ​​taking Huang Ling to Shanghai to live for a period of time.

They had all noticed Huang Ling's strange behavior these days and were very worried, but it was useless for either of them to say anything. They knew that Huang Ling liked Zhou Chen the most, so they all hoped that Zhou Chen could make Huang Ling feel better.

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Huang Ling said that she didn't want to go to Shanghai, but she was still tempted. She was just afraid that if she went to Shanghai, it would bring trouble to Zhou Chen. After being persuaded for a whole night, she finally agreed the next day.

But she only said that she would stay for a few days and not long, and she also agreed with Song Ying to take Song Ying with her.

Of course Zhou Chen had no objection and agreed directly.

No matter what Huang Ling said, he would be able to keep Huang Ling in Shanghai as long as they arrived there, and he believed that Huang Ling would be willing to stay.

So early in the morning on the third day after Zhou Chen returned, he drove with Huang Ling and Song Ying to Shanghai.

It is not an easy task for two mothers to go out and look after their children. They spent a whole day buying a lot of things and filled Zhou Chen's trunk.

On the way to Shanghai, Huang Ling and Song Ying's moods were indeed much better. They sat in the back seat and talked non-stop, talking about where they would go, what scenery they would see, and so on after arriving in Shanghai.

Zhou Chen also informed Zhuang Tunan and others in advance about bringing Huang Ling and Song Ying to Shanghai and asked them to come to his address tonight.

I drove all the way to Jing'an Villa and parked the car in front of the house.

As soon as the car stopped, Huang Ling looked around in confusion, and then asked Zhou Chen: "Tuxi, where is this? I heard from Tunan and Xiaoting that the house you bought seems to be a six-story building. This doesn't seem to be the case, right?"

Zhou Chen smiled slightly and said, "What they told you were only two of the houses I bought. Those two houses are on the third floor opposite each other, not in this area. This is the first house I bought. It is an old house with three floors."

Huang Ling and Song Ying also got out of the car with surprise, and looked at the old house in front of them. When they heard Zhou Chen say that this one was three-story, they were both very surprised.

"The surprise you mentioned, isn't it this house?"

Zhou Chen laughed and said, "This can only be regarded as a small surprise. The bigger surprise is still to come. Mom, Aunt Song, you wait first."

I walked to the gate and knocked hard. After a while, I heard footsteps and then the gate of the courtyard was opened.

"Shanshan?"

Huang Ling and Song Ying were both surprised to see who opened the door.

Wu Shanshan came out, looked at the two of them, her face slightly red, and called softly, "Auntie Song, Huang, Mom."

"mom?"

The word "Mom" stunned Huang Ling and also made Song Ying dumbfounded.

Huang Ling suddenly woke up from her daze and asked in disbelief, "Shanshan, what did you call me just now?"

Zhou Chen said on behalf of Wu Shanshan: "She called you mom, and she was right. Come in, you can get the things later. Let's solve your doubts first."

Although Huang Ling was full of confusion, she still listened to her son, walked into the yard, and went into the house with Zhou Chen and the others.

As soon as she entered the room, she saw a woman in her fifties holding a baby a few months old. Then Wu Shanshan walked over quickly, took the child, and then handed the child to Zhou Chen.

Zhou Chen naturally took it and held it in his arms, walked in front of Huang Ling, and said something that made Huang Ling's mind explode.

"Mom, this child is my son, and he is also your grandson."

Looking at the baby so close to her, Huang Ling lost the ability to think for a moment. Her whole head was buzzing. She stared blankly at the baby that Zhou Chen said was his grandson.

Song Ying, who was standing by, exclaimed in disbelief. Then she reacted and asked Wu Shanshan anxiously, "Shanshan, is this your and Tuxi's child?"

Wu Shanshan nodded and replied, "Yes, he is Tusi and I's son, he is more than six months old, his name is Xiaojie, Huang Junjie."

"Huang Junjie?"

Song Ying was as confused as Zhuang Xiaoting and Lin Dongzhe before. Why did Zhou Chen and Wu Shanshan’s child have the surname Huang?

But she quickly realized that Sister Ling’s last name was Huang. Could it be that it was Sister Ling’s last name?

Huang Ling naturally also heard Wu Shanshan's answer. She already found it unbelievable when Zhou Chen said he was her grandson. Now he even said that the child's surname was Huang. She had no idea how she should feel.

"Tusi, are you telling the truth? Is this child really born to you and Shanshan? Is he really my grandson?"

"It's absolutely true. This is also the big surprise I told you about."

Huang Ling looked at Xiao Jie, who was staring with wide eyes and grabbing Zhou Chen's clothes. A strange feeling came over her heart. When she saw Xiao Jie, she felt as if she saw her youngest son back then.

But the next moment, she suddenly got so angry that she hit Zhou Chen's arm.

"I'm going to beat you to death, kid. You've only just told me about this important thing now, and you're even surprised. You've scared me to death..."

She was scolding, but Zhou Chen, who was beaten, didn't feel the pain. However, Xiao Jie was frightened and started crying loudly, which frightened Huang Ling so much that she looked nervous.

"Oh, don't cry, don't cry, child, don't cry."

"Xiao Jie, mom, his name is Xiao Jie."

As he said that, Zhou Chen handed the crying Xiao Jie to Huang Ling. Huang Ling had no time to beat or scold him. She hurriedly took Xiao Jie from Zhou Chen's hands, picked him up with a familiar yet unfamiliar feeling, and even rocked him to coax him.

"Don't cry, Xiaojie, don't cry. I'm your grandma. Grandma is here. Don't cry..."

Although it was the first time they met, Huang Ling naturally put herself into the role of a grandmother.

Although she was shocked and angry, she knew that Zhou Chen would not lie to her about such an important matter. Since he said he was her grandson, it must be him. Moreover, this child looked so much like her son when he was a child.

Song Ying didn't bother to continue asking questions. She walked to Huang Ling's side and looked at Xiao Jie with a curious look as his crying became quieter.

"Oh, oh, oh..."

Xiao Jie, who was shaken and patted, might have felt comfortable and stopped crying. Instead, he stared at Huang Ling who was holding him with his big eyes. The look and expression made Huang Ling smile happily, and she felt that the child was more like her youngest son when he was a child.

"Xiao Jie, Xiao Jie, I am your grandma, I am your grandma, remember this."