A few months later, after the New Year, Jinbao turned seven.
At night, seeing his mother staring out the window in a daze, Jinbao asked, "Is mom thinking about dad?"
Bai Lu turned around and saw her daughter, with a soft smile on her face and eyes, and nodded gently, "Yes, I don't know if your father is doing well, he lives there alone, and there is no one to cook New Year's Eve dinner for him.
"
Jinbao took her mother's hand and comforted her, saying, "Mom, there are so many people in the factory. Everyone knows that Dad is alone this year, so he will definitely be invited to celebrate the New Year at home. You don't have to worry."
"That's right." Bai Lu thought that Chen Gang and his wife would take care of Jin Bao's father.
As if thinking of something, she sighed softly, "Hey, speaking of it, this is the first time your father and I have spent the New Year apart."
"Mom, you and Dad have such a good relationship. I have never seen you quarreling." Jinbao said.
"Didn't we quarrel?" Bai Lu said with a smile, "How could I remember that we would quarrel occasionally..."
"Dad usually gives in to mom, and mom is considerate of dad, so how can we get into a quarrel?"
Speaking of this, Jinbao's mind flashed back to the scene when her father held her while watching a movie during the New Year last year. She also began to miss her father. She shook her mother's hand and said, "Mom, can you write a letter to Dad? Ask Dad about him."
When will you go home?"
Bai Lu lowered her eyes and thought for a while, then nodded and said, "Okay, I'll write a letter to your father."
She picked up a pen and paper and wrote a letter to her husband.
Feeling that Jianmin must miss his daughter very much, she looked at the little girl next to her and said, "Jinbao, will mommy teach you how to write your own name? Write it on a piece of paper and show it to your father. He will definitely be very happy when he sees it.
"
"Okay!" Jin Bao had a smile on her face. In order to pretend that she had never learned to write, she deliberately wrote her name crookedly and pouted, "Mom, my name is really difficult to write.
, there are so many gestures.”
"The word 'jin' is a bit difficult to write. Mom will teach you that on the left is next to the word gold, with the white of a cabbage on top and the towel of a towel on the bottom. You can try writing it a few more times yourself." Bai Lu handed the pen to her.
Daughter.
Jin Bao deliberately held the pen like chopsticks.
Her mother corrected her posture of holding the pen, with a gentle and patient tone, "Press hard on the pads of your thumb and index finger. Yes, Jinbao, you have to remember this posture, so that you can hold the pen tightly without a lot of effort."
"Wow! It's true. Holding the pen this way is much stronger than before." Jin Bao pretended to be surprised.
Holding the pen in her hand tightly, she slowly wrote her name on the paper - Su Jin.
Looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar name, she was in a trance for a moment, as if everything was a dream. When she woke up, she would suddenly find herself asleep in the company, with a series of codes on the computer screen.
"What's wrong?" Seeing her daughter's dazed look, Bai Lu hurriedly pushed her shoulder.
The little girl suddenly woke up and found that there were no computers or codes around her, only dim desk lamps, paper and pens.
"Mom," as if she was frightened, Jinbao turned around and hugged her mother tightly, her eyes full of attachment, "I like my mother the most, and I want to be with my mother forever."
"Little fool," Bai Lu smiled, hugging the little girl in her arms, gently stroking her soft hair, her eyes full of love, "Mom also likes Jinbao the most. Mom promises that I will always be with Jinbao.
Treasured together."
Jinbao gently rubbed her little head against her mother's chest.
I feel so safe being with my mother.
In the past, she was always alone, going to work alone, eating takeout alone, getting off work alone, taking holidays alone, and celebrating the New Year alone...
She hates the Chinese New Year the most, because she can't buy takeout during the Chinese New Year and the shops are closed. She can only eat instant noodles for several days in a row, which makes her feel sick and nauseated.
Now she has so many family members, she is so happy!
Feeling silently in her heart for a while, Jin Bao wrote the word "Jin Bao" on the letter paper her mother had written before.
Bai Lu had only taught Jin Bao to write "Su Jin" before, but she didn't expect that she could actually write the word "宝".
"Jin Bao, who taught you to write this character Bao?" Bai Lu asked curiously.
"I used to read what my brothers wrote in their notebooks..."
Jinbao thought for a while and added: "This word is very simple, I will remember it."
"So smart!" Bai Lu fondly touched her daughter's head and stuffed the letter into an envelope.
Su Jianmin received the letter more than ten days later. Looking at the crooked name of his daughter on the letter, his nose felt sour. He was happy and sad at the same time. He really wanted to rush home as soon as possible, not wanting to miss Jinbao's growth.
For this reason, he made several requests to his superiors to return to Jinghai City in advance. Half a month later, it was confirmed that the handover in Nanping City had been completed, and his superiors finally approved allowing him to go home.
Everyone in the factory went outside to see him off, reluctant to let him leave.
"I will come back if I have the chance." Su Jianmin waved his hand and said goodbye, then he took the car to the train station.
After wandering around for many days, when he heard the train sound "Jinghai City" arriving, his mind was filled with the images of his wife and children.
At the station, everyone in the Su family was standing on the platform waiting to pick someone up.
A cold wind blew, making everyone shiver.
Jinbao wore a red scarf around his neck, which looked delicate and beautiful.
"Oh, don't let my baby freeze," Li Xiu'e picked up little Jinbao, "Let grandma hold her."
Jinbao hugged her grandma's neck, "Jinbao hug grandma too, grandma won't be cold anymore."
"My dear! Jinbao is really grandma's little sweetheart..."
Li Xiu'e kissed Jin Bao on the cheek.
After a while, as the car arrived, a large number of people got out of the car.
"Dad," Su Xiaowu noticed his father first, jumped up high and waved vigorously, "Dad!"
His two brothers also noticed their father immediately and ran forward to help carry his suitcase.
"Oh! Why are you so tall, Wen Nian? You are about to surpass your father!" Su Jianmin happily patted the third child on the back, "Have you turned seventeen now? Not bad, you are now a man!"
"Dad, I've grown taller too," Su Xiaosi said excitedly, "Why don't you praise me?"
Su Jianmin smiled and pinched his fourth son's cheek hard, "You brat, you still talk as much as before."
"Ouch, it hurts!" Su Xiaosi covered her face and said angrily, "Dad, you are still the same as before, hitting people at every turn."
"How am I hitting you? I'm obviously hurting you, you idiot!"
Su Xiaosi asked with a smile: "Dad, have you bought us any gifts?"
When they were talking, they had already reached the platform. Su Jianmin said: "I came back in a hurry and didn't buy anything. You all gave me some bamboo shoots and other things. Go back and ask your mother to cook them for you."
"Hey, what are dried bamboo shoots? It doesn't sound delicious." Su Xiaosi looked disgusted.
"You brat, you used to drool when you saw tree roots when you had no food, but now you are picky about food."
"You said that was in the past, who still eats leaves now?" Su Xiaosi took his father's hand and shook it, "Dad, I want to eat sugar cane, can you buy it for us? By the way, just now Jin
Bao also said he wanted to eat it."
When Su Jianmin heard that his daughter wanted to eat, he took out the money without thinking, "Go and buy more."