Southeast Province is 1,500 kilometers away from Henan.

From the beginning of the morning of the thirtieth to the morning of the first day of the new year, Zhao Jiangchuan's family arrived at the destination.

Kaifeng, the famous ancient capital in history.

Zhao Donglai's hometown is a rural area in a small county town in Kaifeng, a place called Zhaojiazhuang.

In the countryside, cars are a rare thing.

Usually, even if a van passes by in the village, it will attract a lot of people's attention, but now, a brand new Audi appeared in such a small village, which immediately attracted more onlookers.

"It's from the east. ”

"Donglai, you're back. ”

“….”

"Erdazi, happy new year. ”

After seeing Zhao Donglai who got out of the car, they all greeted him, and Zhao Donglai responded one by one.

Naturally, the roads in the countryside are not much better, and the roadside that has just snowed quickly splashes muddy water everywhere on the new cars.

Huang Yajuan felt a little sorry for her new car, but she didn't say anything.

Because, after arriving at Zhaojiazhuang automatically, the smile on Zhao Donglai's face never broke.

Seeing some older people in the village, Zhao Donglai cordially called a few words of uncle, and then politely handed over a cigarette, and some of his peers also said hello a few times.

The man also handed a cigarette, and the woman made a few innocuous jokes.

Zhao Jiangchuan slowly drove behind Zhao Donglai, occasionally nodding and smiling and saluting some people who greeted him.

In the past, he didn't understand why his father had to return to his hometown every year, which was so poor that he had nothing, but now that his mood is different, he has a different feeling.

Returning home, there are, but not all.

It may be more likely to be a consciousness of being a person who does not forget his roots, or a tradition that returns to his roots.

This is Zhao Donglai's birthplace, and he will inevitably have a feeling that can never be parted.

Just like when he was wandering in a foreign country, every time he came to the festival, he would miss his homeland thousands of miles away, even if that homeland had countless sad memories.

"Eastern Han Dynasty, your second child is back. ”

It is also unknown who in the crowd shouted.

It didn't take long for a man wearing an old Mao suit who had a little imagination of Zhao Donglai's facial features and ran over from not far away.

Zhao Donghan, the eldest of Zhao Donglai's three brothers, an honest farmer, and Zhao Donglai, who is the second in line, should naturally be called a brother.

"Brother. ”

"Well, walk home. ”

A conversation of just a few words, even when greeting outsiders, seems to be more enthusiastic than this kind of unnutritious conversation.

But this does not mean that the relationship between Zhao Donglai's brothers is not good, because a family does not speak two words, and the brothers of the same mother are all in their feelings.

A courtyard made of stones, plus three tiled houses and one side room.

This is Zhao Donghan's home.

It may be because of the perennial cattle in the yard, even if you enter the house, there is a strange smell that cannot be described.

In the hall, there were two men and women who were about the same age as Zhao Jiangchuan standing.

This is Zhao Donghan's son Zhao Jiangnan and daughter Zhao Fengzhi.

Maybe it's because they were born in the countryside and haven't seen the world, even if the two are seventeen or eighteen years old, they are somewhat afraid of life.

The two didn't dare to say hello, and after timidly glancing at their own uncle and cousin, they still smiled at the same time.

A very embarrassed but sincere smile.

When he was at this age, Zhao Jiangchuan didn't like the countryside very much, and he also didn't like his relatives in the countryside.

Even if these relatives are related to him by a certain degree of blood.

At that time, he always had a subconscious dislike for his father's relatives in his hometown.

Maybe it's because they dislike their poverty, maybe it's because they dislike their despair, or maybe it's because they're afraid that these poor relatives will take advantage of their family.

Every year, Zhao Donglai comes back with a large bag, and he always feels that his family has suffered a loss.

Even if it weren't for Zhao Donglai's persecution, he wouldn't want to go to this kind of poor and remote countryside at all.

After all, he grew up on Egret Island since he was a child, and there was no affection between him and these uncles and cousins.

It's just that it's not the same now.

With different life experiences, he has another way of looking at life, and he can feel the warmth from his family.

Even if it's just a smile, it contains a lot of unspoken enthusiasm.

Therefore, Zhao Jiangchuan also smiled back and took the initiative to speak.

"Jiangnan, Fengzhi, let's go, let's go out for a walk?"

What virtue does Zhao Jiangchuan have, as a father, Zhao Donglai is naturally clear, and when he went back to his hometown before, his face was not the same as an eggshell.

His sudden change made Zhao Donglai deeply surprised and relieved.

However, Zhao Donglai didn't think much about it, and felt that Zhao Jiangchuan should have grown up and knew that there should not be too much prejudice between relatives.

Zhao Donglai casually instructed:

"Your aunt's dumplings will be ready in a while, don't run too far. ”

Zhao Jiangnan is a dragon, one year older than Zhao Jiangchuan, seventy-six years old, has passed eighteen years old, Zhao Fengzhi is seven or eight years old, belongs to horses.

Interestingly, the boy's Zhao Jiangnan is a little shy, usually doesn't talk much, and only answers a few words when Zhao Jiangchuan asks, and he doesn't have the kind of style of being a brother at all.

is Zhao Fengzhi, who has a rather cheerful personality.

After slowly getting acquainted with Zhao Jiangchuan, this girl no longer saw the outside, and began to call Brother Sichuan one by one.

"Brother Chuan, you will take the college entrance examination next year. ”

"Wow, you don't have to go to morning class, we have to get up early for morning class since the third grade of primary school, and we have to study every day and night in junior high school. ”

"Brother Chuan, you ..... in the city"

The two young men in the flower season will inevitably have some yearning for the big cities in the outside world, Zhao Jiangnan listened, Zhao Fengzhi asked, intentionally or unintentionally asking Zhao Jiangchuan what the outside world is like.

Zhao Jiangchuan smiled and replied from time to time, without any impatience and boredom, and even occasionally, bursts of guilt and pity flashed in his heart.

Zhao Jiangnan was wearing an old blue-green dress outside, which was the kind of old military green uniform that was dirty in the eyes of many people.

Zhao Fengzhi wore a painted plaid cotton jacket, which was quite festive, but the two pigtails that were tied up looked like there was a lot of soil.

It was their dirty clothes that made Zhao Jiangchuan feel embarrassed even when he stood with them.

For the past self, Zhao Jiangchuan is guilty, and now he is pitiful.

Zhao Jiangnan, like him, is in his third year of high school and will take the college entrance examination next year, while Zhao Fengzhi did not choose to go to high school and went to a local normal college.