The journey home was a breeze, Jiang Yizhou got off the train with his luggage, went out of the ticket gate, had breakfast at the restaurant at the train station, and got on the long-distance bus home.

"Whew!" strange and familiar feelings, Jiang Yizhou's two memories lead him to have two feelings when looking at things, although it is mainly based on his consciousness, but for the acceptance of this life, all these feelings naturally come naturally.

Jiang Yizhou walked along the streets of the town looking in the direction of the village, and suddenly heard someone calling him behind him.

He looked back suspiciously, and for a moment he didn't remember.

The young man, with a shaved head and a T-shirt with completely unintelligible patterns and words, pulled up beside him on a tricycle.

"You kid won't forget me, will you?" the young man grinned and laughed self-deprecatingly, "I, Huzi, used to go to school together when I was a child, don't you remember?"

Little by little, I understood his impression, and the memories in my mind slowly emerged, and Jiang Yizhou also laughed, "Why can't I remember, it's just that it's a bit long, hahaha! How are you doing?"

Huzi pointed to the toilet in the side of the path and smiled embarrassedly, "I'll wait for my son to go to the toilet!"

Jiang Yizhou instantly closed his mouth in surprise, "How old is your son?"

"I'm three years old, and I can still go to the toilet!"

Jiang Yizhou looked at Huzi's face that was still a little youthful, and he looked like an unreliable young man, although it is often said in the countryside that he is a virtual age, and most of the three years old are two years old, but he is pregnant.

"Huzi, I remember you're nineteen, right?"

The young man glanced at him embarrassedly and closed his upper and lower lips, "No way, if you are not careful, you can only set up the banquet first, don't be in a hurry to pull the marriage certificate!"

Huzi looked at Jiang Yizhou's pile of luggage and invited, "Why don't I take you for a ride?"

Jiang Yizhou thought about it and accepted it happily, he didn't think it was heavy, it was common to use a car to carry a few hundred catties of rice, unlike the later generation, his physical strength was not good, he sat on it, and it was very easy for Huzi.

"Dad, I'm back!" The immature child voice walked out of the alley, and when he saw Jiang Yizhou, his steps slowed down suddenly, and he was a little afraid of this strange uncle.

"Son, sit down, don't be afraid that this is your Uncle Jiang, call it uncle!" Huzi said to his son quite seriously.

Jiang Yizhou showed a friendly gaze and stretched out his hands, and hugged Xiaohu up at once, "The little friend is so good, na, give you a few pieces of White Rabbit Milk Candy!"

Jiang Yizhou has left his hometown since college, and he is even more alone in his graduation work, and he has little experience in dealing with children, which is similar to the clumsy Huzi, maybe Huzi is more experienced than him as a first-time father.

The White Rabbit Milk Candy was also brought back by Jiang Yizhou from the capital, there were two big bags, he opened the canvas bag and tore open one of the bags, grabbed a small handful and handed it to Xiaohu.

Children are still very easy to coax, especially "unscrupulous elders" like Jiang Yizhou who don't need to consider whether the child has tooth decay or not, and generously give gifts.

Xiaohu didn't say anything, except for wiping his nose with his sleeve, he grinned, peeled off a toffee, and threw the toffee into his mouth with the icing at once.

"You are only allowed to eat two!" Huzi lectured his son with a straight face, and Xiaohu still stuffed all the toffee into his pocket although he was very reluctant, and only ate two on the surface.

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"That's all I have to do here, I'll go home first!" Huzi stopped the tricycle and said to Jiang Yizhou, who was sitting in the car, whose village was between Jiang Yizhou's house and the town.

"It's okay, thank you for your hard work!" Saying goodbye to Huzi and his son, Jiang Yizhou walked towards the village with his luggage, which was about ten minutes away.

Maybe because of the rain a few days ago, the ground was a little muddy, so he had to carry his suitcase, and when he arrived at the door of his house, he was not tired, but his arm was a little sore.

"Maoqiang, don't you think that looks like our son?" Gao Qingzhen, who came out with a basin to wash rice and vegetables, called her husband, but Jiang Maoqiang took a bench leaning back, basking in the sun leisurely, squinting his eyes, and didn't pay much attention to his wife's words.

"Don't you just take a look? Don't you know our son?" Jiang Maoqiang said the words that made Gao Qingzhen angry, and he didn't even raise his eyelids.

Gao Qingzhen was so angry that the long handle of the well fell, but immediately helplessly picked up the rice, her husband's temperament said okay, he always worked with the mud, secretly working against her, if you want to say bad, at least the two of them are still very consistent, and let her take care of things, what else!

When the figure got closer and closer, Gao Qingzhen took a rice basin and planned to go back to the kitchen, and it was clear that the boss was back.

"It's really your son who is back, why don't you hurry up and take a look, help take the luggage!" Gao Qingzhen yelled at her husband who was sitting at the front desk, and she hurriedly poured the washed rice into the cauldron, lit a fire, and sat in the back with tongs and tongs and burned the hay.

Jiang Maoqiang finally moved this time, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, greeted his son, and took the suitcase from him, "Son, why did you come back suddenly and didn't say hello?"

"It's just homesickness, stay for a few days, and isn't Xiaoya in high school? I'll come back to see her!" Jiang Yizhou was always embarrassed to say that he was worried that his mother would not let his sister continue to go to school!

Walking into the house, the adobe house was cleaned by his mother quite clean, at least there was not much dust to be seen, Jiang Yizhou opened the gift as soon as possible, "Dad, this is the down jacket I bought for you, the sturdy and wear-resistant black model, and the one for Mom and Xiaoya,"

Looking around, Jiang Yizhou looked at his father who was trying on clothes, "Dad, Mom, and Xiaoya?"

Jiang Maoqiang said casually, "Your mother is in the kitchen, Xiaoya will go to the town to buy something!"

Jiang Yizhou snorted, didn't ask more, and continued to pour things outside, "Dad, look, this is ......"

After packing up his luggage and putting it back in his room, Jiang Yizhou went to the kitchen to help light the fire.

But his mother anxiously told him to watch the fire, and planned to go out.

"Mom, why are you going?"

"What do you say, I'm going to slaughter a chicken, today is a family reunion, and we have to celebrate!" said the mother very happily.

However, Jiang Yizhou, who was a little hungry, looked at the ingredients ready to go to the pot, and persuaded him, "Mom, I brought a Beijing roast duck back, let's just eat this at noon! I didn't eat anything on the train, I'm a little hungry!"

Mother thought about it for a while, "That's okay, you go to see if Erya has come back, and by the way, call your father to make a fire." ”

Jiang Yizhou got the order, so he got up and gave up his position.