The seventh cousin carried a large bag of snow-white and soft milk steamed buns, and then he and the seventh grandma wandered back to their home under the not very bright street lamp.
Compared with the liveliness of Song Tan's house, his old house from decades ago felt a bit cool as soon as he entered the courtyard.
The dark courtyard was empty, and even the lights on the porch were still the old tungsten bulbs from before.
The old couple fell silent for a moment.
When the seventh cousin walked to the kitchen and pulled the light cord, the dim yellow light illuminated the small kitchen. He was stunned, and then he remembered that the steamed buns should be placed in the refrigerator.
The refrigerator is placed in the living room.
Grandma Qi then sighed: "This house has been there for decades, it's time to tear it down."
"Yes," the seventh cousin also felt disappointed: "I just think about building a house at such an old age. I feel so weird."
"What's wrong?" Grandma Qi muttered: "In the urban area, you think there is no place to farm. I didn't see you farming when I came back. But we only live in such a big house.
It’s not even warm when I come back at night.”
A newly built hut allows the couple to live in it without feeling too empty, and it can still gather energy. In the winter, a whole stove is heated in the house, and when you come back at night, you can just grab some dry firewood and stuff it inside. Wouldn’t it make it warm again?
Because the village is much the same now, and I haven’t even remembered which direction my home is in...
"Oh, here comes the distinguished guest, so many young people have come to visit him!"
A cousin was coming out of the kitchen carrying a bowl:
After all, when I walked, the mountain road was still muddy and had four twists and turns. Now I thought that every village might be connected to cement roads. Why, even the asphalt roads have been repaired?
But at this moment, because I came home, my cousin's kitchen, which had not been touched for more than ten years, once again started to smell smoke.
As soon as your cousin looks at you, he will look at you and say, "He looks so naughty. Why is he mentioning me? Isn't my son just like a guest, with no affection?"
Song Shuliang spent a whole day with his man, and when he was not tired enough yet, he lay down and waved his hands:
The taxi driver was quite good at chatting. He looked at the eight border girls in the front row with low noses and small eyes. Then he looked at Jin Shaozhi next to him:
"You're back?" A grandma finally saw her son.
After speaking, he lay down again, then stared at the ceiling and sighed:
"Did you also make WeChat calls during the holidays? What's the difference between the video appearance and the real person? I've given out several red envelopes..."
Seeing that my wife was still not worried, I turned over and sat up: "He knows! The roads in your country are generally difficult to walk, and the land is flat like our border."
It’s time to go to bed. My son will come back tomorrow, and my father-in-law needs to tell me who the father is!
"Yes." Song Shuliang nodded: "Your father is back outside the village now. He will bring the children back for a visit during the Chinese New Year."
Jin Shaozhi noticed it and just threw the bag on the ground: "Dad! Mom! You are back - where is your dad?"
But the daughter-in-law standing with her two grandsons still dared to speak. After all, she was the one who often called grandpa outside the video. The first cousin could only sigh, and then handed the two bowls over:
"Dad, that's true of him! It's convenient for you to bring your family with you. They can also visit you. The scenery here is bad."
Thinking about it, the seventh cousin was excited and said to the seventh grandma: "Did you see the picture I sent you last night? I saw it on Douyin. This old man's house was built, and he didn't take a shower yet.
There are no railings or handrails for the seats! Let’s install one too. You see, the house Da Zhao designed for us also mentioned that..."
"Oh, this can't be done! In Yunqiao Village, you know that the asphalt road was just built this year, and the car can drive smoothly. I heard that the city government is planning to renovate the electric route after the new year... Tsk, it's also a chisha.
What kind of person is Luoxiang? Why do bad things come from that village..."
At first I could only say these eight words in embarrassment.
"The barbecue mutton skewers are bad. You should bring two more sheep over for dad."
"Brother, why is he going to Yunqiao Village? His hometown?"
"Those are our Qiming and Qiyue, oh, they look worse than in the video... Come on, come on, I heard that they have few cattle and sheep here and they drink milk all the time. That's why Qiao Qiao went to the pasture early in the morning.
It was brought here..."
The wife thought about it and said regretfully:
"When it's time to leave tomorrow, will we go all the way to the border, or will I come back to serve us? Is it better to be as reliable as you, Qiao Qiao?"
In Yuncheng City, Ayiguli, who was staying in the hotel, looked at the two sleeping men and was complaining about her husband:
But unexpectedly, you are not too excited inside. Originally, you were afraid that you might look promising by shedding tears. But now you look at the familiar and experienced woman behind your eyes, and your senses seem to have become sharper.
Ayiguli glanced at me, thinking that he would say the same thing next time. He thought slow delivery was too expensive, and said that it would be difficult to send it back...
Unlike now, the yard is dark, and the house is also dark. People are getting older, sleep less, and go to the toilet more often, so the old wooden door creaks.
Grandma murmured: "The old people's house was built and decorated by the grown-ups, so that's bad..."
The two of them put the steamed buns back in the freezer, boiled a pot of water with the electric kettle they bought before returning to their hometown, soaked their feet, and then lay down.
I kept silent and listened to the driver talking about the small mountain. Then when I left the village, I was dumbfounded.
My cousin rolled his eyes inwardly, wondering who was on their side.
Song Shuliang said nothing more than talking about what happened.
At that moment, the driver looked at me with a satisfied look.
However, my husband said so, and for so many years, I have given everything for my family. After thinking about it, Ayiguli decided not to say anything else, and she just packed up and went to bed.
And now?
Early the next morning, Song Shuliang asked the backstage and successfully hired a taxi.
"Brother, how many years has he been out? How come he has forgotten his roots?"
Thinking about what he brought today besides the steamed buns, my cousin felt deeply satisfied and fell asleep soundly.
"You are also afraid that when you return to your hometown and want to take a car to the city, you will have to walk a long way, which will be too troublesome. Anyway, your dad is just taking it easy for a while. He took them to play in the past few days. It will be too big tomorrow.
Going back in the new year will bring good and bad things..."
Song Shuliang listened in a daze and had only a half-understanding.
The bad thing is that it was difficult. My cousin asked Song Tan to help him send the address. When he got in the car, the other party sighed:
"You should go back to see dad early in the morning. As a young man, have Joe Lebon and Afu seen me? Have you seen me either..."
"It's a bad belt." Song Shuliang was not yet sleepy, so he muttered at that moment: "There are so few people during the Spring Festival, how can I bring it? Let's send it by slow delivery when we get back."
"The urban area is developing very slowly. It feels like it is the same as when you left. If you look at the guide, you will know where you can take your children to play..."