Three hundred and sixtieth chapters wandering back
"Don't worry, take your plane. After you get out of the airport, I will find someone to take you home directly." Situ Muyun thought that he was only worried about the superficial reason, and immediately said without explanation: "That's it, it's settled, you go first
Collect your luggage. I'll call now to arrange everything."
"Okay." Seeing that she was so positive, Haoran felt embarrassed to think about the airsickness problem again, and said: "Then the ticket price..."
He had just finished speaking when Xiaoyun glanced at him and interrupted: "It is natural to spend public funds. Since the establishment of Piaoxue Studio, the income has been considerable. How can employee benefits be poor?"
"Then it's up to you." Looking at Xiaoyun's normal expression, Haoran smiled.
Just like that, only ten hours had passed, and Haoran was already standing at the door of his house with an excited face. It was already dark now, and the lives of the people in the village were very simple. They rarely went out after dark. In order not to alarm everyone, he
He got off the car a few hundred meters away from the village and dragged a large suitcase into the village. However, because he deliberately lowered his pace, no one noticed him along the way.
"Dad, Mom, I'm back!" At this moment, he wanted to shout excitedly, but when the words came to his mouth, he choked up.
People in the village are very hospitable, and the courtyard door is always open before bedtime. Haoran raised his feet and walked up, but accidentally stepped on a dead branch lying on the road, making some noise.
"Crack~" The sound of branches breaking was very abrupt in the quiet night.
"Woof woof~" Hearing the noise, a black dog as big as a calf rushed out of the yard barking.
"Are you Xiao Hei?" Haoran was stunned. When he went home for the last time, he was still a puppy not much bigger than a cat. He didn't expect it to have grown so big!
"Woof~" Xiao Hei seemed to be wondering how the stranger in front of him knew his name. His cry was not as ferocious as before, and he leaned forward curiously and sniffed his trouser leg. Then he raised the dog's head again in confusion.
It seems that there are still some awe-inspiring impressions in my mind, but after a long time, I can't remember them.
"Of course, damn it, Xiao Hei is calling, go and see if Wang Er is here with a hoe." A somewhat hoarse male voice sounded.
"Got it." A middle-aged female voice responded, followed immediately by the sound of thick-soled cloth shoes stepping on the ground.
"Who is it?" After two years of absence, her mother's simple figure appeared in front of Haoran again. In the darkness, she could not see clearly who was standing at the door, but her first impression was that it was not Lao Wang.
"Mother!" Haoran called out, unable to hold back tears.
"You are... Ranran!" Facing her son who suddenly appeared in front of her, the mother was stunned. After more than ten seconds, she stretched out her hands to him with a look of surprise.
"Mom, I'm back!" Haoran took his mother's hands, which were calloused from years of hard work, and covered his face with them.
A warm current flowed down his cheeks and poured into his heart. Haoran narrowed his eyes comfortably. It was such a warmth that he had not seen for a long time.
"Of course his father, his son is back!" The mother, who had come to her senses, shouted loudly into the house, pulling him excitedly and walking inside.
"Wow," the black dog jumped up and followed, but what worried him most right now was not Haoran himself, but the several large packages he brought with him. Judging from the dog's unique spiritual sense, there must be something good inside!
"Of course!" The figure of his father holding a cane also appeared in Haoran's field of vision. His legs and feet were inconvenient, and his appearance was a bit older than two years ago.
"Dad, your legs..." Haoran looked at his short gray hair and couldn't help but tighten his heart. If it weren't for his own education, how could he have aged like this - his real age is less than 50.
In city SH, most men are at the peak of their energy and career at this age.
"It's just the injury I suffered when I was working in Northeast China last time. It's not much better. It's just that I've been working with crutches for a long time, and I still can't get rid of my habit." The father waved his hand casually, fearing that he wouldn't believe it, so he just threw it away.
I turned on the crutches and took two steps with a limp.
"Okay, dad, don't be so pushy." Mother quickly grabbed her father and said, "Speaking of what happened last time, it was all thanks to your colleague and boss!"
"I have already thanked them." Haoran understood that the two people his mother was talking about were naturally Luo Tiancheng and Situ Muyun.
"Of course, when you receive favors from others, you don't just say thank you." Father suddenly said seriously: "Although we are poor, we still have ambitions. We must keep those who are kind to us in our hearts. If others are in need,
Wherever you help, you have to do it through fire and water!"
"I got it, Dad." Haoran nodded. Needless to say, he was also completely devoted to Xiaoyun. He was secretly amused. Although his father didn't read much, he used the word "through fire and water" quite fluently.
By the way, that was the first idiom I learned when I was in elementary school. I shook my head and explained it to him for a long time. I didn’t expect that he would remember it for so long...
At this time, my mother locked the courtyard door and said, "It's cold outside, let's go inside and talk."
The three of them entered the house, and their mother immediately took a roasted sweet potato that was still warm from the stove.
"Of course, you must be hungry after traveling for so long. These are sweet potatoes grown in our own land. I burned a few more for dinner. Eat them while they are hot." His mother put the food into his hand with a smile.
inside.
"Yeah." Haoran was indeed hungry, so he peeled off the rough skin and took a big bite eagerly.
"It tastes so good." While he was devouring it, he did not forget to praise it. Even a small green vegetable grown at home tastes sweeter than the one grown outside.
"Eat slowly and drink some water to moisten your throat." Seeing her son eating big mouthfuls of food, the wrinkles on his mother's forehead seemed to have been smoothed away by her smile.
"Of course, why didn't you say hello in advance when you came back? So that your mother and I could have time to go to town and buy some delicious food to prepare?" The father took out an old-fashioned pipe and stuffed tobacco leaves into it while talking.
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"Dad, I dialed your mobile phone before getting on the plane, and I also dialed it when I got off the plane, but the voice prompt said to turn off the phone." Haoran quickly stated that it was not his fault.
"Cell phones? They've been turned off for a while." My father said a little embarrassed.
"What's going on? Is it broken?" Haoran was stunned. The mobile phone Luo Tiancheng left behind was probably not a top-notch model. Logically speaking, it shouldn't break so easily.
"Oh, there are always people sending random messages when the phone is on. One moment they are talking about free invoices, and the next moment they are recommending villas somewhere. Your father was scared when he saw it, and he was also afraid that the government would charge him randomly for receiving messages, so he didn't send any messages for a long time.
I dare to turn on the phone." The mother told the truth.
"Mom, dad, it's free to receive text messages. No wires are wasted." Haoran smiled and said: "Don't close it anymore. When you click on that kind of message, just delete it. Don't make it impossible for me to contact you next time."
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"I know." My father blushed, thought for a moment, and added: "Next time the phone fails to work, call the village chief's home number. He will definitely tell us if anything happens."
Haoran nodded. His parents were anxious to ask their son what was going on these days. They hadn't seen each other for so long and just a few phone calls didn't allow them to figure out the situation.
Haoran answered one by one, that is, when it came to work, he was a little flashy. Although he has made some money recently, he does not have a decent career to brag to his parents. After all, the term professional gamer is very important to him.
For people of their generation, it was as far away as the stars in the sky.
"Last time you said you would work in a Fortune 500 company. Neither your mother nor I knew the name of that company." Unfortunately, the father didn't want to just let it go. For him like this
For simple rural people, it is important for their son to go to college and be successful, which is a major event to honor their ancestors. Work-related matters should not be confused in such a unclear way.
"I...changed a company. It's not stable yet. I'll tell you more in detail later." Haoran said hesitantly.
"Of course, we have to be down-to-earth in our lives." My father knocked the long pipe of his pipe on the ground and said, "You have just entered society and changing jobs in a month or two will not be good for your future life."
"I know..." Haoran nodded quickly, changed the subject and said: "Dad, your old smoking gun has been used for a long time, and I got stuck for a while, so I bought you a new one."
After speaking, he opened the package and took out a delicate pipe with a red pine handle wrapped with a silver rim.
"Dad, try to see if it works." Haoran quickly took out a pack of imported tobacco leaves, neatly put some in, and handed it over like a treasure.
My father took the pipe, lit it happily, and took a long puff.
"It smokes well, it's very sweet." There was a smile on his face. The things his son honored, even if it was a broken bowl, would be sweet to the bottom of his heart.
"Mom, this is for you." Haoran took out a large box of imported skin care products, handed it over, and said: "Facial cleanser, lotion and skin cream, a complete set."
Xiaoyun gave this to him before leaving. As the eldest lady of the Situ family, there were too many people giving gifts. She couldn't use them all by herself. Seeing Haoran leaving in a hurry, she guessed that he didn't have time to go to Dahang for shopping.
, I gave it to him as a favor.
The things Xiaoyun used were definitely not cheap. Haoran looked at the brand of the thing. It had an "e" in English. It should be translated as Lancôme. He had heard of it. It seemed to be a very famous French product.
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"Mom is so old, is it still useful?" The mother's smile turned into a flower, and she happily took the gift box.
"Mom, at your age, people in the city still put on makeup every day. How old are you?" Haoran said: "If you put on makeup and go out, you will definitely look younger and more beautiful than those in their thirties and forties."
Haoran is telling the truth. Her mother's appearance was considered to be one of the best in the village back then. Although she is older, as long as she takes a little care and regains some vitality, she is better than most women of the same age group in the city.
It's not a problem. He still feels a little regretful about why he didn't ask Xiaoyun for more makeup. Anyway, she has a lot...
"Look at how sweet this little mouth is." Mother put away the skin care products like treasures.
My father yawned and said, "It's getting late. You should rest first and sleep in your own room. Your mother cleans it every day."
