September 23, 80, the fifteenth day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar, the Mid-Autumn Festival.

At seven o'clock in the morning, the sun was shining brightly, and the warm sun was shining on the street, and several ducks kept turning their heads, staring nervously at the flower dog that was the color of a cow from the Xicheng family.

The flower dog obviously had no interest in these self-inflicted ducks, and lazily glanced at the noisy ducks, turned around and shook his head and tail at Cong Xicheng, who ran out of the yard.

Wan Feng walked on this sunny street, listening to the symphony of chickens, ducks, geese and dogs, and suddenly felt a sense of emotion and a trace of sourness in his heart.

The Mid-Autumn Festival was originally a festival of reunion, but now he walks alone on the streets of a foreign land, while his parents, brothers and sisters are 3,000 miles away in Longjiang.

It is said that the moon is the hometown month, and the people are the hometown people, and at this moment Wan Feng began to miss his relatives.

I don't know what my parents and younger siblings are doing now, and will they also think of themselves thousands of miles away at this time?

At this time in the previous life, he was still young, and he didn't have this kind of experience now, and he didn't have this kind of homesickness at all, but this kind of homesickness in this life really emerged.

It swells quietly from the bottom of my heart, and then rises all the way up to the eye.

Wan Feng wiped the corners of his eyes and took out a letter from his pocket.

This letter was written by his younger brother Wan Jun, and when he received this letter yesterday, the handwriting on the envelope surprised him very much.

"Big brother, when are you coming back, the local children in the company always bully us, especially when Hongwei and Yang Shoujun often beat us, and those Dongshan people always bully us because of the large number of people, and the children of the birch forest also bully us, you come back quickly." ”

The things that my brother said in the letter are all facts, and the two people mentioned in the letter are the child kings in their company, and Wan Feng did not change the fate of being bullied when he went back in the previous life.

He couldn't beat Dang Hongwei and Yang Shoujun at all, and he was bullied for a whole winter.

Wan Feng read this letter several times, and when he read it for the first time, he was filled with indignation and wanted to go back to Longjiang immediately to clean up the people who bullied his younger brothers and sisters, but now when he read this letter again, this mood has become as flat as water.

After all, his current mental age is not thirteen years old, although he is not against fighting and killing, but he is indeed past that psychological age that is easy to be hot-blooded.

Although he has fought several battles so far, he has not initiated every conflict, he is just a passive responder.

When people called, of course he had to call back.

He can't be slapped on the left cheek, and he handed over the right cheek, even if he was cowardly in the previous life, he didn't behave like this.

Do you have to endure it now that you have the strength?

He wrote a reply letter to his brother, telling him that he could not go back for the time being, and that he had to learn to deal with the situation on his own, and that if he could not bear it, he would wait patiently until he returned.

What else could he say, could he tell his younger brother to stab each other with a knife if someone bullied him again?

Wan Feng smiled dumbly.

"Wan Feng, you haven't played with us for a long time, are we going to roll the hoop today?" Cong Xicheng chased after him from behind with the hoop, and issued an initiative to Wan Feng.

Wan Feng was not interested in playing with these little kids, he and the blacksmith and other boys rolled iron hoops all day long, throwing Fang Bao, and then studying whose melons and jujubes had a future.

Although he is also a little child, his ideological realm is very different.

So when they were rolling hoops all over the street from Xicheng, he had already taken the tractor driven by Xiao Jun to Xiaoshutun.

The courtyard of the brigade is as quiet as a cemetery today, the big iron gate is closed tightly, and all the units in the courtyard of the brigade, from the supply and marketing cooperatives and the health center to the carpenter shop and blacksmith shop of the brigade department, all went to the empty building and went home to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Wan Feng asked Xiao Jun to drive the tractor directly to the door of Wang He's house.

The sun is three poles, and Wang He's goods haven't gotten up yet.

Young people nowadays are so unproductive that even if a daughter-in-law comes to the house, you can't get up at this time! What do you make your parents think? What do your neighbors think? What do those flowers and plants, cats, and dogs think?

Wang He came out yawning, completely ignoring the disdainful eyes of the cats and dogs in the yard.

Xiao Jun drove the tractor to the avenue in a circle, and Wan Feng and Wang He sat on the stone in front of Wang He's house.

"Do you still have an impression of the boxes you made for me last time?" Wan Feng handed Wang He a cigarette.

Wang He lit a cigarette and promised: "Didn't you say that you would do it in the future, so I kept the style and size." ”

"Last time, I used fiberboard for the shell, and I found that the fiberboard was too thin to meet my requirements. This time I'm going to replace it all with solid wood, a centimeter thick solid wood, I only pay for anything, you are responsible for OEM materials, how much does it cost for you to calculate the cost of a box?"

Wang He took a wooden stick and drew on the ground, and after painting for a long time, he finally said, "Get two pieces of three." ”

"All included?"

This price did not exceed Wanfeng's expectations and was within an acceptable range.

Wang He nodded.

"Can you paint the shell with that brown color like tree bark?"

"That's fine, but that's going to cost two cents. ”

"Then it's two pieces of five and one, make me five first, the first one should be hurried, and the rest are not in a hurry. ”

"Then you can come over in four or five days and get the first one, okay?"

The matter of the wooden box was negotiated, and Wan Feng walked to the avenue and waited for Xiao Jun, who didn't know where to go, to come back.

More than ten minutes later, Xiao Jun came back with a tractor, and Wan Feng followed the tractor to the brick factory.

Today's brick factory has several more female audiences, and Wan Feng counted a total of five girls.

Obviously, these five girls are the fiancées of some of the boys in the Wahou team who have not passed through the door, and the brick factory still has half a day's work in the morning, and they are estimated to stay awkward at the strange mother-in-law's house and come here to watch the excitement.

Among them, two Wan Feng also met last night, and they are the fiancées of Yang Yongwen's brothers.

From time to time, the two girls looked at the time on their wrists, wondering whether they were in a hurry for their fiancé to get off work or to show their electronic watches.

The other three girls seemed to have a deep sense of loss in their eyes, and they found that almost all of the girls in the depression had electronic watches, but they didn't.

Wan Feng knew that he had three more electronic watches to be credited.

Sure enough, as soon as the bell rang for work, three young people came to Wanfeng, and the purpose was self-evident, to ask for electronic watches on credit.

After determining the color that the other party wanted, Wan Feng told them to bring it to the court in the afternoon, and these guys would come to the court to play in the afternoon anyway.