Reborn My 1993

Chapter 2 Relive the warmth of home
"Why does it seem like I have a fever again?"

Suddenly, a pair of slightly cold hands were placed on Zhang Yiming's forehead. Zhang Yiming opened his eyes suddenly, and saw a gentle face. At this time, his mother was still very young. Although she was haggard, she was not old.

"mom."

Zhang Yiming had a sore nose and shouted hoarsely.

Those who have never lost it will never know how precious this feeling of regaining it is.

"Mingming, are you feeling uncomfortable again?"

Fan Lingling saw her son's extremely haggard little face due to illness, with mist in his eyes, and immediately felt distressed, and tears fell.

"Mom, it's going to be okay, it's going to be okay."

"Well, it's going to be fine."

Fan Lingling thought that the good was Zhang Yiming's illness. She only thought that the son nestled in her arms had become weak because of the disease, but what Zhang Yiming said was good was rebirth and a complete change.

"Ling'er, Ming Ming is awake?"

"Wake up, a little fever."

Fan Lingling quickly wiped her eyes, then turned her head and said to Zhang Heshan who was outside the curtain.

"Fever again?"

When the curtain was lifted, Zhang Heshan, who was 1.8 meters tall and wearing a faded labor protection uniform, walked in.

Zhang Heshan used to be a soldier. He has good physical fitness and integrity. Because of this, he obviously had many opportunities to make himself better through speculation. Zhang Heshan gave up, even in the most difficult situation in his life. Over the years, I have not bowed my head.

Maybe Zhang Yiming resented his father in his previous life. After all, if his father was not so stubborn and noble, his fate would be different from that of his mother and grandma. I know how difficult it is for Zhang Heshan to stick to his principles all his life.

"dad."

Zhang Yiming yelled, after he was 20 years old, he never saw Zhang Heshan standing upright again, until his death, he never thought that he would have the opportunity to see such a stalwart figure again.

"Well, Mingming, ask your mother to dress you, and I'll take you to the clinic for a fever-reducing injection."

Zhang Heshan is a taciturn person, just like most fathers in the world, but Zhang Yiming knows that Zhang Heshan's love for him is no less than that of his mother and grandma.

"Dad, I'm fine, just take some antipyretics, it's not as severe as before."

Zhang Yiming, who had been resurrected for the first time, knew that what he had was not a serious illness at all, but a problem with the immune system. However, in the previous life, Tongyuan County, where Zhang Yiming lived, had limited medical treatment and could not diagnose it. That's why the whole family thought that Zhang Yiming was sick. Had a terminal illness.

"No."

Unexpectedly, Zhang Heshan refused with a sullen face.

"Mingming, listen to your dad, a fever is not a trivial matter, if the temperature doesn't drop, your head will burn out."

Fan Lingling is a woman who only obeys her husband. As she spoke, she grabbed the sportswear next to her and put it on Zhang Yiming's body.

Zhang Yiming knew his father's character, no matter what he said, it would be difficult to change his father's decision.

In addition to wearing sportswear for Zhang Yiming, Fan Lingling also grabbed a scarf and wrapped Zhang Yiming's neck and head in the scarf. However, it was just early autumn, and such a dress was a bit exaggerated, but Zhang Yiming did not refuse, and Fan Lingling let him Wrapped into rice dumplings.

"You ride slowly."

Zhang Yiming sat on the back seat of Zhang Heshan's bicycle, and Fan Lingling instructed with red eyes.

"Well, go back!"

Zhang Heshan answered in a muffled voice, then rode his bicycle to the clinic closest to his home in the dark.

Zhang Yiming sat in the back seat, looked at Zhang Heshan's back, remembered what happened between himself and his father in the previous life, felt a little emotional for a while, and couldn't help reaching out to hug Zhang Heshan's waist.

Zhang Heshan's body froze.

He and his son have never been so intimate. Even when Zhang Yiming was a child, he was just clinging to his mother and not very close to him. What happened today.

The night became a little brighter because of Zhang Yiming's small action. Zhang Heshan didn't even notice that there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

It was past nine o'clock in the evening when she returned home after getting the injection. Fan Lingling sat on a chair and waited. When she saw the father and son entering the door, she rushed out to greet her. She reached out to touch Zhang Yiming's forehead and then her own head. .

"It's not so hot."

Fan Lingling breathed a sigh of relief.

"Cook some dumplings for Mingming. The doctor at the clinic just said that Mingming's illness is also related to his lack of nutrition."

"Nutrition can't keep up, I'll cook dumplings, and cook a bowl for you too!"

"I'm not a child, don't waste things."

Zhang Heshan hurriedly made a sound, as if he was afraid that Fan Lingling would move too fast and put the dumplings into the pot.

Fan Lingling murmured for a while, but went straight into the kitchen without saying anything.

Only Zhang Heshan and Zhang Yiming and his son were left in the living room. Although the father and son got a little closer because of the hug, after all, in the past ten years, the father and son rarely interacted too much, so Zhang Yiming opened his mouth. Still hesitated a little.

"Dad, I want to ask you something."

"What's the matter?"

Zhang Heshan is rolling dry tobacco. Because the family's economic conditions are getting worse and worse, Zhang Heshan has changed from the original two yuan and five boxes of Honghe to a large-scale production of one yuan a box, and now it has simply become dry tobacco.

"How much usury does our family owe?"

"Who told you that our family borrowed usury?"

Zhang Heshan's cigarette hand trembled, and more than half of the shredded tobacco that was originally rolled into the paper was shaken off, and he stared at Zhang Yiming with wide eyes.

"Dad, I'm not a kid anymore. Even if you keep these things from me, I can find out from other places."

If it was the previous life, Zhang Heshan's eyes would have been so staring, Zhang Yiming might have been too scared to speak, but now, Zhang Yiming is not only not afraid, but very calm.

Zhang Heshan frowned slightly, he felt that his son seemed a little different tonight.

"This is an adult's business. Don't worry about it. Just study hard and take care of the doctor."

Zhang Heshan lowered his head and continued to roll cigarettes. Although the usury was like a knife hanging above his head, he couldn't breathe under the pressure, but he absolutely didn't want his son to be affected by it.

"Dad, I know that you and my mother love me dearly, but I'm also sixteen this year, and I have the right to know about family affairs. If you don't tell me, I won't take medicine starting tomorrow."

"you dare!"

Hearing Zhang Yiming's words, Zhang Heshan stood up abruptly, but seeing his son staring at him stubbornly without flinching, he suddenly realized that his son was really tall, and the immaturity on his face seemed to be Also subsided a lot.

"Your mother and I will figure out a way about the money, you little boy, if you know what's the use of it."

Zhang Yiming looked at Zhang Heshan and knew that his father had softened.

"Dad, how do you know I can't help?"

"You help?"

Zhang Heshan looked at his son's serious expression. For a moment, he seemed to really think that his son could help, but he smiled in the blink of an eye. His son is only a 16-year-old child, and he is really whimsical.

"Dad, just tell me, from whom did our family borrow the usury loan, how much is the principal, how much is the interest, and how long is the loan period?"

Zhang Heshan couldn't help but widen his eyes again. The things his son asked didn't seem like something a 16-year-old high school student could ask. Even he himself only figured it out after taking out a loan.

"Where do you know these things?"

Zhang Heshan was afraid that someone was instigating something behind his son's back, so his expression was full of suspicion.

(End of this chapter)