As soon as I got off the car, I heard a familiar voice coming from not far away.
When he turned around, he saw a short-haired girl with slightly darker skin, wearing a sports school uniform, and dressed like a boy standing next to a Wuling pickup truck, waving and looking at him.
Next to her, there was a middle-aged man wearing a straw hat.
"Dad! Little sister!" Meng Lang pulled the suitcase and walked over with a smile.
"Wow! Brother! It's different when you go to a big city. With your gold suit, I almost didn't recognize you!"
Meng Qingqing looked Meng Lang up and down with a look of surprise.
Meng Lang looked at her and smiled.
"You are different too. You are darker than before! I told you not to go to sports school. If you continue to be black, how will you get married in the future?"
"Don't worry about my affairs!" Meng Qingqing rolled her eyes.
To be fair, Meng Qingqing is not ugly and can be regarded as a little beauty, but she always dresses in a neutral way and goes her own way.
Old Meng on the side frowned slightly when he saw Meng Lang's brand new outfit.
"How much is your monthly salary? I don't know how to save some money, so I'll spend all this money! I'm trying to make a fool of myself! Let's go, get in the car! Your worried mother is waiting at home!"
Meng Lang choked.
Lao Meng said... He put the suitcase into the bed of the minivan with some helplessness, and then got into the passenger seat.
This four-seat small truck can be regarded as one of the "fixed assets" of the Lao Meng family. It is usually used to haul feed, crops, etc.
Lao Meng's baby tights have been used for seven or eight years and are still well maintained.
The pickup truck drove slowly toward Mengjia Village along a country road. Along the way was a stretch of rapeseed fields.
It is the most beautiful April day in the world.
A sea of green and golden flowers, under the setting sun, looks like a Monet oil painting.
Perhaps because of his different state of mind, the rural scenes that he had seen in the past were so ordinary, but at this moment, he could see the taste of rural paintings.
He leaned back comfortably on the chair, smelled the fragrance of the flowers, and felt the smell of home that he had not seen for a long time.
"Hey! Brother! Aren't you working in sales at an insurance company? Do you make money doing this?"
Meng Qingqing poked her head out from the back row, staring suspiciously at her brother who seemed to be a little different from before.
Before Meng Lang could speak, Lao Meng snorted.
"Hmph! Making money is nothing. Lao Zhang told me this. This brat is not made for this. He should be kicked out soon, right?
I would have asked you to take the civil service exam in the county, or even become a teacher! Do you think big cities are so easy to get along with!"
If it were normal times, after hearing such words, Meng Lang would definitely argue with Lao Meng because of his "proud and stubbornness".
Then in the end, no one could convince the other, and eventually the talks collapsed, leading to a "cold war between father and son."
Well... Anyway, this is how they have been doing it for the past two years, and this process has basically not changed.
The two people have the same stubborn temper.
However, after experiencing several lives and realizing the brevity and impermanence of life, Meng Lang felt that his mentality had improved.
He is strong, let him be strong, the breeze blows on the hills!
Meng Lang smiled and did not pick up on Lao Meng.
"Making money is pretty average, but it's quite a training exercise."
Meng Qingqing stared at her brother for a long time and nodded.
"Well...it really feels like I have been away for three days. Apart from my clothes, my whole person seems to be a little different from before.
What exactly is different...I can't tell."
"hehe!"
This girl's intuition is much stronger than that of Lao Meng.
"Ding!" At this time, a message came from the mobile phone.
Meng Lang took it out and saw that it was a group message.
Pear Blossom and Rain: [Uncle, have you arrived home safely? 】
Meng Lang was stunned for a moment.
Meng said: [Light rain?]
Lihua Daiyu: [Hehe! My sister said she bought me a mobile phone to facilitate contact, and Sister Weiwei helped me apply for an account (smiley face)]
A pear blossom: [You’re welcome! (Proud)]
rash:"……"
As expected, it was you who caused the trouble! Yan Weiwei!
This nickname was... meant to declare sovereignty over Xiaoyu while I was away!
So...you can't get me, but you want to get my most courageous general?
Why is this guy causing so much trouble!
He reluctantly picked up his phone and took a photo of the scenery outside the window.
Meng said: [Picture]
Meng said: [We have entered the village, everything goes well! (Scissorhands)]
Pear Blossom and Rain: [Wow! Uncle’s house is so beautiful!]
"Brother, who are you talking to? Could it be my sister-in-law? Let me see!"
"Hey! You..."
The cell phone in Meng Lang's hand was abruptly snatched away by Meng Qingqing, who held it away with a smile and looked at the screen.
"What, she's not sister-in-law! Uncle? What a weird name? Huh? Did you buy a new mobile phone? This seems to be a new model from Juchang, right? Tsk tsk! It's a shotgun for a cannon!"
Watching Meng Qingqing asking questions like a barrage, she then started to look through her cell phone.
Meng Lang was a little helpless.
So... having a sister who is too lively and energetic is really a headache.
Meng Qingqing is recognized by the village as the reincarnation of Nezha.
People can read a thousand words at the age of three, memorize Tang poems at the age of five, and read the Four Books and Five Classics by heart at the age of seven.
She was good, she could climb trees at the age of three, fish at the age of five, and was the child king of the village at the age of seven, commanding a group of soldiers and generals.
I still remember the tragic memories of when I was a child, I was lying under a tree reading a novel, and my sister climbed up the tree to dig out a bird's nest, only to have a bunch of bird eggs fall from the sky and hit her face...
It's a pity that Newton was born earlier than me. Before he could understand the force of gravity, he realized a truth... It's better to have only one baby!
When I was a kid, what I envied most was not the rich second generation in the class, but the only son in the class.
The first short story I wrote when I was in junior high school was called "Take My Sister Away Quickly".
The general content is that the male protagonist made a wish on his birthday, and then his sister became someone else's sister. In the end, the male protagonist lived a happy life... like this.
Lao Meng turned to look at Meng Lang and curled his lips.
"If your brother can really find your sister-in-law on his own, your mother and I will have less to worry about. I'm afraid we can live a few years longer!"
It’s also our fault that there has been something wrong with our family education since we were young.
When I was a child, my teacher was afraid that he would fall in love prematurely, so I kept him in strict control. What happened?
When he grows up, he is worried that he will not be able to find a girlfriend. This is worse than falling in love early!
Girl, I want you to get married as soon as possible if you fall in love early, but what happened? Every time parents bring boys to our house, they always come to complain in tears!
I think it’s better to listen to your mother and look for you guys to see if there’s anyone suitable for you and go on a blind date as soon as possible.
I don’t have high requirements, I have arms and legs, and I just need to run home when it rains.”
The brother and sister looked at each other.
With this advantage, Lao Meng could easily chatter to death.
"Ahem! Brother! Play some music, it's a bit boring." Meng Qingqing suggested.
"Yeah! What a good idea!" Meng Lang followed suit and turned on the car radio.
After a burst of rustling.
【Country roads, take me home.
To the place I belong.
West Virginia, Mountain Mama
Take me home, country roads……]
Listening to the melodious guitar playing from the stereo and the gentle breeze blowing from the window, Meng Lang was a little intoxicated and closed his eyes unconsciously...
…
When a few people arrived home, the sunset had only the last ray of light left.
There is a two-story building by the pond, with ivy climbing all over the courtyard wall. There is a lush jujube tree in the courtyard, and there are a group of chickens looking for food under the tree.
"Mom! I'm back!" As soon as he entered the door, Meng Lang smelled the aroma of food.
"Xiao Lang is back."
Yang Hui, wearing an apron and rolled up cuffs, opened the curtain and walked out of the kitchen. Her eyes lit up when she saw Meng Lang.
"Well! Not bad! My son has become handsome again!"
Look! This is the real thing!
"After riding in the car for a day, you are hungry. Let's go! Eat first!"
…
The sumptuous food on the table is still the same as in memory, and every dish is my favorite dish.
After squinting for a while in the car, Meng Lang regained his energy, filled a bowl of pork ribs and lotus root soup, and ate it happily.
"Look! You've lost weight. Eat more."
Yang Hui was smiling happily by her side, and she would put vegetables in his bowl from time to time, which inevitably aroused Lao Meng's thoughts about "a loving mother often loses her son". The family atmosphere was very warm and harmonious...
Meng Lang said with a smile when he saw that Meng Qingqing was holding her mobile phone, putting rice into her mouth and brushing her acne marks.
"How's it going? Is it good to use?"
"Yeah! This big screen! It's much better than my old phone."
"Do you like it?"
"Like it!"
"Here! It's for you." Meng Lang felt in the bag next to him, and then "Pop!" A brick box with the logo of the chrysanthemum factory was slapped in front of Meng Qingqing.
Several people at the dinner table were stunned for a moment.
Meng Qingqing's eyes widened instantly and her chopsticks fell on the table.
"Brother! Is this...really...really for me?"
"Of course! This is a gift for you."
After Meng Lang finished speaking, "Pah!" "Pah!" Two more bricks were slapped on the table.
"One for each person!"
Meng Qingqing stared at the three mobile phones of the same model on the table with her mouth open, and swallowed.
"Brother! Are you rich?"
"Yeah! A small fortune!" Meng Lang said very reservedly.
"This adds up to less than 10,000, right? How much did you earn?"
"How much did you earn?" Meng Lang thought about it seriously, then pointed at the lights of thousands of houses outside the window and drew a circle with his finger.
"Maybe we can make this village...surnamed Meng."
The three of them were stunned for a moment, and Meng Qingqing suddenly burst into laughter.
"Brother! If you want our Mengjia Village to have a different surname, that would be difficult! Hahaha..."