Because of the accident, Uncle Zhongshanmu's trip, even if it was the three days that made Song Yong come back this time, it was immediately consumed for two days.

On the third day, Song Yong planned to travel back to the primitive era tonight.

What I didn't expect was that Song Kee's business was a bit outrageous today.

Even the barbecue area has a few temporary tables to accommodate as many foodies as possible.

Even the ten private rooms in the dining area have been overturned once, and there are still several tables of guests waiting for their meals.

For example, the one that was formulated before, the rule that each restaurant can only accept ten tables of guests, today it can be regarded as a dead end.

Today is Sunday, and the number of guests who are resting is already a little higher than usual.

Moreover, these dining guests are all people who have reported to Song Yong and expressed goodwill in the previous incident of Ruihui Pharmaceutical.

Although the matter has passed, it can even be said to be perfectly resolved.

But for the kindness of these people, Song Yong is quite sincere.

In this way, Song Yong is not so easy to refuse these people's simple dining request, and can only let the staff in the store work hard and treat them specially.

When he gets off work, he will send 20 red envelopes in one breath in the employee group, which is considered today's overtime pay.

As for today's overtime pay, how much each of them can grab depends on their luck!

In addition, Song Yong personally went to the kitchen to help out.

Even in the usual time, the old man Song Jie*, who was swaying around, went into the kitchen to help wash and chop vegetables.

If you want to stir-fry the vegetables by yourself, given that this old man is a good skill in cooking noodles, Song Yong didn't bother him.

It was busy until more than nine o'clock in the evening, when the last table of guests led by Captain Qian left after eating and drinking contentedly.

Song Yong's father and son were sweating profusely and finally calmed down.

took out two cans of Red Bull from the freezer, Song Yong first stuffed one to the old man, then opened the one in his hand and poured most of it in one go.

I didn't even have time to feel the pleasure of having some cold drink after the smoky work.

The old man Song Xie put an abrupt sentence in his mouth, and the Red Bull that Song Yonggang poured into his stomach almost squirted out directly:

"Yong Yanzi, after getting up early tomorrow morning, I will go back to my hometown in Hunan Province alone. ”

"Don't!"

After trying hard to swallow some of the remaining Red Bull in his mouth into his throat, Song Yong hurriedly persuaded him.

"The next week is New Year's Day, and the New Year will be celebrated in a month, and I plan to have a holiday on the day of the New Year's Day, or you can go back with us, how convenient it is to drive back by yourself." ”

The 'we' in Song Yong's words naturally refers to himself and Wang Xinran.

As for the poor cousin Song Fugui, he was directly forgotten by Song Yong.

Mainly in the recent period, the time when Wang Xinran, a girl, came to Song Ji has become more and more rare and rare.

The specific reason is that as more and more things happen on the construction site as the Spring Festival approaches, it is actually only a small part of her frequent overtime.

The real reason is that Wang Xinran is preparing in advance, and there is still nearly a month to go in advance, preparing to meet the gift of his future mother-in-law.

Now, as long as she has time, she pulls Anna, her best friend, and wanders around the deep city.

Try to prepare some intimate gifts that can satisfy the future mother-in-law and represent your heart.

Regarding the practice of women's tickets, Song Yong is a little noncommittal.

The only thing that makes the young man wonder is that Anna's sister doesn't even have a male ticket, can she understand such a thing as buying gifts for her mother-in-law?

Because of this, Song Yong, whose mind was a little flustered.

Hearing the old man Song Jie*'s answer, he proposed to go back together:

"No, I'd better go back alone first! You kid don't want to think about it, there are so many things before the Chinese New Year, your mother can be busy at home alone? I don't need you to send me tomorrow morning, I'll go take the shuttle bus by myself." ”

As soon as he heard this, Song Yong felt that it was the same truth.

No longer trying to object, he took out a card from his wallet and handed it to the old man.

Regarding this card, Song Yong has actually been preparing for a long time, and the money in it is not much, only 300,000, but it is enough to replace the debts he owed for the failure of his business in the past.

After paying off those debts, there should still be more than 100,000 left, so that parents can keep themselves by their side.

It's not that Song Yong doesn't want to give more money, and it's not that he is reluctant.

But with his understanding of the old man Song Jie*, that stubborn temper, as long as the other party can still work in the field, he will not ask for his money.

"Dad, there are 300,000 in it, the password is your birthday, take it back and pay off the debt I owed back then." ”

However, Song Yong still underestimated the old man's stubborn temper, or rather, he underestimated the old man's character, which was strong all his life.

The old man pushed Song Yong's palm holding the card back directly.

With a smug tone in his mouth, he pretended to be flat and said, "No need! Two months ago, all those debts were repaid." ”

It's a pity that it was the old man's pride, but it made Song Yong's nose sour strongly.

Because he knows that the debt of hundreds of thousands of yuan means how hard it means for an elderly couple in rural Hunan Province to pay it off in a few years.

Even if the policy of the organization is good now, the old man who worked in the county fertilizer factory for a few years after being discharged from the army was laid off.

Everyone can receive a pension, but if you want to pay back that much money, you still need to save extremely much, and sell all kinds of agricultural and sideline products.

I'm afraid that in these years, the old man has only cooked noodles and put fried eggs in a handful of times.

"Dad, I'm sorry, I used to be so ignorant. Once again, Song Yong said such a belated apology to his elderly father.

Song Jiefang, who heard the words, worked hard to straighten his waist.

Then he stretched out his calloused palm, but this time instead of slapping the back of Song Yong's head, he patted Song Yong's shoulder hard.

With a rarely soft voice and tone, he said slowly:

"It's all right! Where young people don't make mistakes, just correct them, and I've been holding back lately, but I'm proud of myself, because my son is very good now, and Daddy is proud of you. ”

After receiving such a sentence, I haven't had a few compliments since I was a child.

Song Yong's heart was full of flavors, and it was indescribably weird.

In the end, after his complicated thoughts made him wipe a handful of red eyes, he asked, "Dad, why don't I cook you a bowl of egg noodles?"

The stubborn old man Song finally nodded this time......

This time, Song Yong was so many hours later than before.

Because he still didn't follow the old man's words, he drove the old man to the station early in the morning, not only bought a ticket, but also bought a bag of snacks to eat on the road.

For more things, he plans to load the bed of a pickup truck when he goes back a year ago.

When looking at the old man's back and walking up to the waiting hall, Song Yong shouted in a ghostly voice:

"Dad, don't move there, I'll go buy you some more oranges." ”

Then, looking at the young man who was about to take off his shoes and chase after himself to smoke the old man, he ran out of the station.

In fact, he just wanted to use this special way of dying to resolve a little of the old man's reluctance.

Regarding this, although the old man did not show his efforts, with so many years of getting along between their father and son, how could Song Yong, a son, not be able to see it.

Subsequently, before the stick waited for the employees to go to work.

Song Yong hurriedly returned to Song Ji's basement, drove the unfilled pickup truck, and rushed into the space-time passage with one foot on the accelerator.

When the familiar sense of space distortion appeared in front of the eyes of the young man.

The young man with his eyes closed silently said to himself: "Song Yong, come on!"