Even though Yang Jun had passed through his soul, the long-lost family affection in his bones made him feel an inexplicable closeness to the woman in front of him.
Mother hands line, wandering clothing.
Departure thick seam, meaning fear of delay in return.
Whoever speaks of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring.
Gorky said that all the glory and pride in the world comes from mother.
When reunited after more than ten years of separation, the scene is always full of deep family affection. The old mother hugs him and keeps patting the strong-looking eldest son, telling her longing for him with runny nose and tears.
At this moment, Wang Yuying looked like she had found something again, hugging Yang Jun tightly and not letting go.
Yang Jun comforted the mother who was suffering from separation like a child.
There were four people standing at the door, some big and some small. They were looking at the scene of the mother and son meeting in surprise.
The four of them are the younger brothers and sisters of the original owner Yang Jun.
Yang Jun finally separated from his mother and spent some time chatting with his sisters and brothers.
When he joined the army and left at the age of seventeen, his second sister was only eleven and his third sister was only six. At that time, there were no fourth sister and fifth brother.
The genes of his old Yang family are not bad. He himself is 1.78 meters tall, has sharp edges, and is healthy and strong. His sisters are as beautiful as flowers. They need talents and looks.
In particular, the second sister Yangmei and the third sister Yangliu have a gentle personality, smooth muscles and bones, and natural beauty. Whether in the factory or in school, they are the ones who stand out from the crowd, look down on all living beings, and are as beautiful as the national flower peony.
The Yang family has five children, the eldest is Yang Jun, who is twenty-eight years old this year.
The second eldest child, Yang Mei, is 22 years old, unmarried, and an apprentice worker at the Red Star No. 3 Steel Rolling Plant.
The third child, Yang Liu, is seventeen years old and a senior high school student.
The fourth child, Yang Yu, is eleven years old and in sixth grade at Hongxing Primary School.
The fifth child is Yang Huai, who is more than two years old and has just learned to speak.
My mother, Wang Yuying, is a housewife who usually sews, washes clothes, and takes care of her children. She is the only one who supports the whole family. She is a good hand both inside and outside.
There are not many decent pieces of furniture in the house, let alone appliances and the like. It can be described as a bare-walled house, but it is better than being clean and tidy.
The only complete piece of furniture is the Eight Immortals table for dining. If you look carefully, one of the table legs is even covered with tiles.
Near the north wall, there is a table with one leg missing. There is a photo frame on the table. In the black and white photo, a middle-aged man with a resolute but kind face is smiling.
Yang Jun stepped forward and burned three sticks of incense, knelt down and kowtowed three times.
This person is his father, Yang Gui.
Three years ago, a fire accident occurred in the production workshop of the steel rolling mill. In order to save the country's property from being damaged, he resolutely returned to the workshop, but in the end he failed to return.
Afterwards, the factory offered condolences and compensation to the families of the victims, compensated them 200 yuan, and agreed to let the second sister Yang Mei enter the factory to replace her father's job.
Yang Mei started working as an apprentice in the workshop where the first uncle Yi Zhonghai worked, earning 14 yuan a month. Now it has been three years, and the salary has increased to 18 yuan. If she can pass the skills assessment after the year, she can become a full-time employee.
Worked.
Yangliu is not only beautiful, but also has very good grades. She ranked first in the school every year for three years in high school, and is considered by many parents and teachers to be other people's children.
If things continue like this, getting admitted to a prestigious university is a sure thing.
The grades of the fourth child, Yang Yu, are completely opposite to those of her third sister. She is at the bottom, and she is also the kind of person in the school. She has a carefree personality and runs around with the gang of boys in the courtyard all day long.
As for Lao Wu Yang Huai, he is just a little brat who often plays with urine and mud.
Sophora japonica, also known as wood ghost, is the same as the Sophora japonica flower in Qin Huairu's family, both of them bear children in the womb.
"Big pot, eat...eat..."
A soft, sweet voice came from my ears.
I saw Lao Wu Yang Huai walking toward him step by step, dragging his two trembling calves, pointing his chubby little fingers at the bulging canvas bag at his feet, and spoke inarticulately.
Although Yang Huai's speech is unclear, she can still pronounce titles such as mother and sister.
For this big brother he has never met before, perhaps the only thing that attracts him is the canvas bag at his feet.
Yang Jun looked at the canvas bag at his feet with a wry smile on his face. There was nothing to eat in the bag, just a few changes of clothes and some personal belongings.
However, it was rare for his younger brother to be called big brother for the first time. Although the name was not very clear, it made him very happy and could not let him down.
"Come on, Lao Wu."
Yang Jun happily picked up his younger brother, whom he had never met before, and put him on his lap. He opened the canvas bag with one hand and took out something.
"Let's see what good things big brother brings you."
It is a round, white thing with a handle on the side.
Yes, this is the most simple thing of this era, the white porcelain vat.
Lao Wu thought there was something delicious in the jar, so he took the white porcelain jar with his chubby little hands, and without saying a word, he put it on his face.
The family couldn't laugh or cry as they watched Yang Huai holding an enamel vat that was bigger than her own face.
"Here's some water for you to drink. Next time Da Guo Guo Guo will bring you something delicious."
As soon as he heard that it was for drinking water, and after holding the enamel jar for a long time without getting anything to eat, Lao Wuyang Huai suddenly became unhappy, curled his lips, and immediately wanted to perform a Sichuan opera.
"Eat...eat..."
Yang Jun immediately took out another white enamel jar from his bag.
"This is for you to eat."
Yang Huai stretched out his head and looked at the white porcelain vat again, but still didn't find anything to eat, and the chubby flesh on his face twitched again.
"This is for you to serve food."
"This is for you to drink milk."
"This is for you to drink porridge."
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"This is for you... to use as a urinal."
Yang Jun took out a total of eight white enamel jars from the canvas bag.
The same shape, same color, same size, even the paint chipped areas on the enamel jars are exactly the same.
It's almost carved out of the same mold.
"How did you, kid, get so many enamel jars?" Mother Wang Yuying looked delighted.
There are not many bowls and chopsticks at home, and most of them have gaps and edges. Sometimes two people have to take turns using one bowl. Now that I have eight more enamel bowls, I no longer have to worry about tableware in the future.
"A gift from a comrade in arms."
Yang Jun saw that his mother seemed to want to blame him for taking other people's things, so he quickly explained: "It's hard to refuse such kindness. These are their old ones, just to keep in mind."
The mother's lips moved slightly, thought for a while, and then fell silent.
Due to Yang Jun's return, today's dinner is quite sumptuous. In addition to the old three dishes, radish, cabbage, and potatoes, there is also a fried carrot slice with bacon.
For the family, it was like celebrating the New Year. The first thing to eat was the plate of bacon. Yang Jun took two chopsticks in a symbolic gesture, but gave both to Lao Wu.
It's not that he doesn't like eating meat, but he's not that hungry since he came here. What's more, the family in front of him needs more nutrition than he does.
