Ten minutes later, although the old man still looked like the ancient well on the surface, his heart was turbulent, he didn't expect his grandson's body to be so weak, mixed with the old ginseng, which is not suitable for young people to take tonics, Cheng Xiaoyu drank it without any abnormal reaction.

"Comfortable, grandpa, what kind of medicine is this, is there anything else?" Cheng Xiaoyu licked his tongue on his lips, his throat and eyes were sweet after eating rock candy, and the previous bitterness turned into the heat rushing up from the inside of his body at the moment, which was very comfortable, which made his tired body find a source of replenishment.

"What do you kid think this is, do you say there is? Go back, come over in the evening. The old man waved his hand and walked back into the house.

For so many days, Cheng Xiaoyu felt strong for the first time, thinking that he was tired and wanted to sleep, and his action to go to the city with his family during the day would be in vain, and there was no problem with his current appearance.

After breakfast, Cheng Xiaoyu changed his clothes from the inside out, boiled a large pot of hot water to wipe his body, the house was warm, and it was much more comfortable after scrubbing.

Parents' kindness is more important than Mount Tai.

Mother Wang Xiumei sat on a small stool with the washboard on her abdomen, rubbed her hands vigorously in the basin, and washed the clothes that Cheng Xiaoyu had just taken off, including underwear and underwear.

The focused expression, the sweat on the forehead, the calloused hands, the bent waist after years of hard work, the faint smile that can do something for his son, and the mother's love is always so mellow and as long as fine wine.

In the house, the father laid out the bedding again, washed a small plate of fruit, washed his black and yellow hands cleanly, and peeled the apple for his son with a fruit knife, and saw Cheng Xiaoyu walk in, his dark face was full of wrinkles because the corners of his mouth were raised: "Lie down again, you must not be used to getting up early outside." ”

Father's love, the rain is silent, and if there is no keen perception of the breeze, the breeze will blow gently without any touch.

"Huh." Cheng Xiaoyu comfortably got into the quilt, his parents wanted to repay him, not in words, remember to feel the permanent mark in his heart, it is enough.

Stretched out his arm from the bed, picked up the cigarette of the kang head, lit one for his father, the two of them lay down and sat on the kang head one by one, swallowing clouds and spitting fog without too many words, when the cigarette ash was played to the ashtray made of cans, eye contact, Cheng Xiaoyu's hand retreated slightly, and he stepped forward until his father finished playing the ashes.

The feeling of home, comfortable, the feeling of home is not feeling, everything is like every day in life, that is, every day of life, otherwise how can it be called home.

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"Daewoo, don't spend money indiscriminately."

"Daewoo, don't buy it, that's enough."

"Daewoo ......"

After breakfast, Cheng Xiaoyu asked his brother-in-law Yang Guoping to hire a van to pick up students in the village, and dragged the two families to Meicheng, first went to the bank to withdraw 20,000 yuan, Cheng Laoshi and Wang Xiumei watched their son put the money in the inner pocket of the down jacket at will, and then never left his son when he went shopping, for fear that the money would be stolen or lost, and the interest in buying New Year's goods was gone.

When Cheng Xiaoyu spent a lot of money and bought New Year's goods in large quantities, his parents and sister and brother-in-law couldn't stop him, and he spent thousands of yuan without blinking.

Couplet, fruits, beverages, liquor, tobacco, vegetables, beef, sheep and pork...... The back two rows of seats in the van were quickly filled, and the seats were also piled with meat, and the loose seats became crowded.

"Son, you ......" Cheng honestly sighed, squatting beside the van and smoking hard, the harvest of a rural family farming a year is only one or two hundred thousand yuan, just one morning, his son spent nearly 10,000 yuan, which makes him unacceptable, completely subverting his concept of consumption, contrary to his lifestyle of more than 40 years, not to mention him, some small philistines are willing to hustle and bustle Wang Xiumei also looked at her son with complaining eyes, blaming him for not spending so much money, but the little girl Yang Dan is very happy, bought her two large bags of snacks in the supermarket, and Lai was in Cheng Xiaoyu's arms and let him hold him to death and refuse to leave.

"Mom, Dad, sister, brother-in-law, I can make money now, if you listen to me, you should treat it as your son and younger brother who honor you, and listen to me for the New Year." The rural son is the pillar of the family, and when he becomes an adult, the old man will put down his position and let his son become the head of the household. Hearing Cheng Xiaoyu say this, several people chose to remain silent, and they couldn't agree with it.

At noon, Cheng Xiaoyu asked the driver to take his family to the best restaurant in Meicheng and spent more than 600 yuan for a meal. In this regard, Cheng Xiaoyu smiled at it, did not make any remarks, and then went to the mall with four big and one small, and spent more than 5,000 yuan to buy them new clothes and new shoes, although it is not a very good brand from the inside out, but for Cheng Laoshi and his wife who are wearing good clothes for more than 100 yuan, the brows are getting deeper and deeper, and it took 15,000 a day, and the old couple decided that no matter where their son wants to take him, they will resolutely not go.

Fortunately, Cheng Xiaoyu didn't act next, bought a few mobile phone cards and saved 200 yuan each, got in the car and went back, Cheng Laoshi sat in the pile of goods, leaned on those beautifully packaged good wines with his body, and spent thousands of yuan on cigarettes and alcohol, Cheng Laoshi was afraid that the car would be bumpy and broken.

When passing by the bank, Cheng Xiaoyu first took out Xiong Wei and Zhang Sen's 60,000 yuan, and then took out 30,000 yuan from his card.

"Son, give it to me, I'll take it for you." Wang Xiumei saw Cheng Xiaoyu casually throwing the 90,000 yuan in the cowhide pocket next to the dashboard of the van, and hurriedly stretched forward and motioned for her son to give the money to herself.

Cheng Xiaoyu smiled, this smile is a bitter smile, it is a bitter smile when he sees his parents' small-scale peasant consciousness after he is really mature, it is self-blame, it is self-pity, why can't he have the ability to give his parents a good life earlier?

"Mom and Dad, from now on, I want you to live the best life, not only materially, but also in all aspects, I will let you live the best, this is my son's promise." Cheng Xiaoyu lit a cigarette, looked at the snowy sky outside the car window, and secretly swore in his heart that he blamed himself for being depressed for the sake of his children's affection, there are more important things in life that need to be done by himself, and it is worth doing by himself.

The mood of loss and malaise disappeared with the warmth of home and the love of home, Cheng Xiaoyu is still the same Cheng Xiaoyu, but there is a small place in his heart that hides a painful memory and a vague figure of a girl.