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Chapter 309 Father Huang's Treasure Chest
Chapter 309 Father Huang's Treasure Chest
A group of energetic young people gathered in the square.
They were wearing the most fashionable flared jeans, pointed leather shoes, and stylish permed hair. They wore floral long-sleeved shirts and delicate vests, with speakers slung over their shoulders. Both men and women wore sunglasses and were happily dancing disco.
Huang Ling was amused by the scene before her. She tugged at Zhuang Chaoying's clothes, leaned closer, and chuckled softly.
"Chaoying, do you think they can even see where they're going while wearing those sunglasses? It would be hilarious if they accidentally stepped on each other's feet while dancing." Thinking about it, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Zhuang Chaoying was amused by her appearance and pulled Ah Ling's arm in another direction, gently reminding her, "If you keep laughing, someone might hear you."
Huang Ling quickly covered her mouth, trying hard to suppress her laughter. "I'm not laughing, I'm not laughing."
Just then, Zhuang Chaoying noticed a very fat young man.
At first, he thought the man was just watching the fun, but to his surprise, the young man danced disco quite well after the music started, his body was so agile that it was completely unlike what his physique suggested.
Prejudice in people's hearts is indeed a mountain; one cannot easily judge a person's ability based solely on appearance.
As darkness fell, the streetlights came on one by one, casting long, yellow shadows of the two people.
Zhuang Chaoying turned around and looked at the group of young people, a smile playing on her lips.
In these streets and alleys, as long as you carry a speaker, you can start an impromptu dance party anytime, anywhere. He imagined the scene thirty years later, with those old men and women looking just like that, turning the speakers up to the maximum volume.
I never imagined that the people who love excitement and dancing would never change.
It's the same group of people, still the same group of people.
He quietly reached out and gently took Ah Ling's hand.
Huang Ling felt as if she had been electrocuted, her body stiffened slightly, and she subconsciously looked around. Seeing that everyone else was having fun, she relaxed a little and then tried to pull her hand away forcefully.
However, Zhuang Chaoying held on tightly, and the two of them struggled like this for a while, their hands still tightly intertwined.
Finally, Huang Ling gave up struggling. Seeing that no one around was paying attention to them, she breathed a sigh of relief and let Zhuang Chaoying lead her.
Actually, Huang Ling was overjoyed.
She secretly glanced at Chao Ying's profile. Although time had left some marks on his face, she still felt a flutter in her heart.
People often say that love will gradually turn into family affection, but Huang Ling doesn't think so.
In her heart, love will always be love; it will grow deeper and deeper with time, naturally integrating into life and becoming an indispensable part of it.
Love never turns into kinship. Anyone who says love turns into kinship is simply unwilling to admit the disappearance of love or the failure of marriage, and is just finding a reasonable excuse and reason for their self-deception.
Fortunately, the two of them remain unchanged, just as they were at the beginning of the change.
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He accompanied Ah Ling to buy 20,000 yuan worth of gold, which was divided into two portions, to be saved for the two children. Zhuang Chaoying took a fancy to two gold bracelets.
Huang Ling originally thought that Chao Ying would also need to save up.
Unexpectedly, Chao Ying said that gold could only realize its value if it was worn on her, otherwise it would just be a pile of metal. Huang Ling looked at the two gold bracelets on her wrist and wondered if it was a bit too ostentatious.
Thinking about it, I pulled the clothes up and covered myself up.
Time flies, and before we knew it, it was October 1st.
Zhuang Chaoying and Huang Ling went to Changcheng together to attend the wedding ceremony of Xiuyuan, the son of her sister.
The eldest sister's son, Xiuyuan, married a female colleague from the same post and telecommunications system. The young couple were a perfect match.
After discussing it, the two decided not to buy anything, but instead gave each other a 500 yuan red envelope.
When Tu Nan took the college entrance exam, his older sister gave him a 200 yuan red envelope. They originally planned to buy him a refrigerator, washing machine, or TV.
But when I went to the couple's new house the day before the wedding, wow, it had everything they needed and was decorated warmly and completely.
After discussing it, the two decided that it was more practical to just give them the money directly. The young people could buy whatever they wanted, saving them the trouble of choosing things that the young couple didn't like.
They set off the night before and returned the following afternoon.
When Mr. and Mrs. Huang saw that the two of them had returned alone, they couldn't help but complain.
Why didn't you bring Xiaoting, Tunan, and that mischievous Pengfei along?
Huang Ling hurriedly explained to her parents that Xiao Ting was in her final year of high school and had a lot of homework this time; Tu Nan hadn't come back from Shanghai and was out playing with his classmates, and he only had three days off, so it would be too much trouble to travel back and forth, and therefore they didn't bring the child over.
After the wedding, the couple took their parents home.
Huang Ling glanced at her watch; it was already noon, and she had to catch the afternoon bus back to Suzhou soon.
Mr. and Mrs. Huang exchanged a glance, and Mr. Huang nodded, calling out to them, "Ah Ling, Chao Ying, wait a minute, I have something for you."
The two of them followed their parents into the room, where they saw Huang's father take a wooden box out from under the bed.
Zhuang Chaoying looked at the wooden box; it had an antique appearance and looked quite old.
He couldn't help but wonder, could it be a whole box of antiques?
Ah Ling's family has always been well-off. Ah Ling told me that her family used to own a factory in Changcheng. They went through a lot of things, and I'm sure everyone knows what those things were.
After the people were liberated, the two old houses that had been confiscated from Huang's father were returned to their rightful owners.
The relevant departments thoughtfully arranged jobs for the elderly couple, but the fear brought by their past rural years lingered in their hearts like an indelible shadow.
After the old house was returned, the courtyard was rented out to other people. The elderly couple simply couldn't afford to get the tenants to move out, so after discussing it, they decided to sell both courtyards to avoid seeing them and getting upset.
Now, they live in apartments allocated by the factory, and for the past nine years, starting in 1978, they have lived a prosperous and stable life.
Mr. Huang opened the box, and Zhuang Chaoying curiously craned her neck to peek inside. Her eyes widened instantly – this was her father-in-law's treasure chest?
Good heavens, it's brimming with treasures—calligraphy, paintings, porcelain, and jade. They must be a wealthy family with deep pockets.
Zhuang Chaoying couldn't help but ask, "Dad? What's this?"
Huang Ling took an object out of the box. It looked very familiar. After looking at it carefully, she exclaimed in surprise, "Mom, this is the longevity lock I wore when I was little."
Huang's mother smiled and nodded gently.
“Yes, your dad and I hid these things in a secluded place before, so they weren’t taken away. Your dad and I are both over sixty years old this year, and these things are not of much use to us. We might as well divide them between you two while we are still alive. Your dad divided the things into two parts, and this part is for you and Chaoying.”
Mr. Huang carefully took out a piece of calligraphy and painting, walked enthusiastically to his son-in-law, and unfolded it to speak.
"Chaoying, come here and look at this painting. Can you tell which famous artist it is?"
Zhuang Chaoying looked closely and saw that the painting depicted lively shrimp. Then she looked at the signature—Old Man Baishi!
He blurted out, "Qi Baishi's shrimp! Dad."
Mr. Huang smiled with satisfaction. "This is a gift from a friend of mine, and it's my favorite painting. The one for your eldest sister's family is a painting of galloping horses. I love both of these paintings. Chaoying, it seems you're quite knowledgeable about art."
Zhuang Chaoying was secretly amazed. She had always known that A-Ling's parents were well-off, but she never expected them to be so wealthy. This was no ordinary wealthy family; it was more like a grand mansion.
My father-in-law is really quite the enigma.
No wonder people say that even a starved camel is bigger than a horse.