The 70s Novel: The Supporting Character Just Wants to Lie Down-Chapter 332 - 322: Becoming Parents

In the main room of the old Yang Family house, Yang Dahai sat in the master’s seat, silently smoking a hand-rolled cigarette. The smoke, unable to disperse, swirled up to the ceiling in rings.

Fang Ci sat below, her brows furrowed with worry. Suddenly, a waft of smoke came her way, making her tear up. Unable to contain her anger, she scolded, "Smoke, smoke, smoke, at a time like this, you still have the leisure to smoke..."

"Mom, are you okay?" Yang Zhigang hurried to open the door a bit wider for fresh air, and also opened two windows.

Yang Dahai, scolded by his wife, sighed and eventually put out the cigarette. Normally, he wouldn’t smoke so heavily indoors; it was just that he was feeling restless...

"Well, that’s how it is. You’re grown now, and this family has long been divided. If you want to go, then go. Pandi being able to conceive again is the best thing that could happen, but still, fate has its own ideas... Why did this child come so late..." As he spoke, Yang Dahai couldn’t help feeling a bit uneasy inside, after all, his son was resigning and moving far away.

Fang Ci was even more direct, complaining, "Why did he have to resign? Such a stable job, just gone like that. And why move to Beijing, so far away? Couldn’t you just lay low at your grandma’s house..."

Although she was happy about her daughter-in-law’s pregnancy, the problems that followed caught her off guard. As people age, they naturally hope their children will stay close. With grandchildren around, the family is complete and joyful.

"Dad, Mom, I’m sorry." Yang Zhigang came to tell them about quitting his job at the factory and settling in Beijing, knowing they would be reluctant, and he himself was in a difficult position.

He explained all the intricacies and reasons to them thoroughly, and now could only comfort them, "Once Pandi and I are settled there, we’ll come back to bring you over for your retirement. Beijing is where the top leaders are, it’s bustling and lively. I’ll take you to see the flag-raising every day, and when free, we’ll climb the Great Wall and tour the Forbidden City..."

Hearing these words, Fang Ci indeed felt much better. Her son and daughter-in-law were both filial. She playfully said, "How can we stay there every day, what about our home. Sigh... it’s good to see you occasionally. We’re old now and still like to stay in familiar places."

"Right, we still have a lot to do in the village, we can’t just leave. Your two younger brothers are still at home, so you don’t need to worry about us. You two are going out, it won’t be easy, take good care of yourselves and the child." Yang Dahai agreed and advised, "By the way, dear, how much money do we have at home, let’s give it all to Gangzi. In Beijing, buying a house won’t be cheap. We can help a little."

"Dad, really, we don’t need it. We have money, you know, Pandi has made some money in business over the years." Yang Zhigang quickly waved his hand in refusal.

"It’s just a token from us as parents. Luckily, your father-in-law and mother-in-law are also going over, so they can help you out a bit." At this, Fang Ci’s lips twitched slightly, "Your father and mother-in-law are really something, leaving such a good job without a second thought."

But thinking about how their children were all moving, she felt at ease. When young, home was where mom and dad were. When old, being able to follow your children everywhere is a blessing.

"That’s great." She laughed, "Go then, once you’re settled, your dad and I will come during the slack farming season to live city life for a few days."

"Okay..." Looking at his elderly parents, Yang Zhigang felt a warm current rise in his heart.

With an inescapable sadness, he stepped out of the old house, looked up, and saw the clear and beautiful starry sky. Tomorrow should be a sunny day...

Night had fallen, and those who went out for walks had all returned to sleep. Only the family dogs grumbled occasionally, and a cat or two strolled by with an air of nobility.

Walking under the moonlight, facing the breeze, he soon saw his own small home. The light in the main room was still on, and the autumn chill was entirely driven away by the warmth in his heart. He took great strides, quickly heading towards home.

"I’m back." Pushing open the slightly ajar door, he crossed the threshold to see Wang Pandi sitting at the table, with several pieces of cloth spread out. She was intently cutting with a pair of scissors.

Hearing his voice, Wang Pandi beamed a big smile, "You’re back... come in. What did Dad and Mom say?"

She originally planned to go too, but somehow today, the morning sickness was really bad and scared her from going outside, afraid she couldn’t hold it in and throw up.

"Are you okay? Why aren’t you resting yet?" Yang Zhigang noticed she was still working so late and felt a bit disapproving.

Wang Pandi smiled, "I’m fine, just threw up. My stomach’s empty now, not uncomfortable. This gives me something to do to distract myself, and I was waiting for you. So, come on, what did Mom and Dad say? Were they unhappy..."

Saying this, Wang Pandi looked at him anxiously.

Yang Zhigang looked at her curiously and reassured her, "What are you thinking about all day? Mom and Dad were really happy to hear you’re pregnant. They fully support us moving to Beijing and even said they’ll come during the slack farming season to stay a few days and won’t have to worry about accommodations."

He didn’t mention his parents’ worry and reluctance, only the good parts, so she wouldn’t overthink and worry unnecessarily.

Hearing this, Wang Pandi was naturally cheerful, "Great, I’ll take them to climb the Great Wall then..."

"That’s exactly what I said, too. We really have a shared understanding," Yang Zhigang said with a laugh, looking at the fabric in her hands, and asked, "Are you making little clothes?"

"Yes, just something to do, so I’m taking my time." Wang Pandi had already finished cutting the small outfit and was putting away the leftover fabric.

Yang Zhigang helped out, "It’s getting late, pack it up and get some rest... By the way, you said you threw up again?"

He frowned, "You shouldn’t have nothing in your stomach, I’ll make you some porridge."

"No need, I’m not hungry. Even if I eat, I’ll just throw it up, don’t bother." Wang Pandi quickly shook her head to stop him.

This time Yang Zhigang didn’t listen. He went to the kitchen, washed some rice, put it into the pot, added water, covered the pot, and started making porridge.

Unable to do anything about it, Wang Pandi sat on a small stool by the stove, chatting with Yang Zhigang.

Having the support from their parents, the factory’s paperwork was sorted quickly, and the shop in town was transferred.

Time quietly passed into November, and Wang Pandi’s morning sickness was still severe.

They packed their luggage and, early one morning, while everyone was still dreaming, left the village quietly, heading towards the train station...