After a few hours of getting along, with Feng Wan's efforts, the relationship between their mother and son began to gradually become familiar. Lin Hong was just a little unaccustomed to facing his mother's sudden return before, but he was extremely happy in his heart.

The mother and son hadn't seen each other for too long, and there were so many things they wanted to say, but when they met face-to-face, they felt a little unsure where to start.

After dinner, Lin Changming and Feng Wan discussed the arrangements for the evening. Feng Wan asked to sleep with Lin Hong, and asked Lin Changming to arrange a bed for her secretary Lu Fangfang.

And Lin Hong usually sleeps at the scrap collection station, and it is a little inappropriate to let Xiao Lu sleep alone in the Lin family. Anyway, there were beds at the scrap yard, so Lin Changming went to the scrap yard with two quilts in his arms to prepare. If Sun Wu hadn't gone back to Shuanghe Village to sleep today, he would have let him sleep at Lin's house.

Feng Wan, Lu Fangfang and Lin Hong walked behind at the speed of a walk.

"Xiaohong, why didn't you sleep with your father?" Feng Wan began to lead the conversation. She also saw that her son was a little introverted, and it was rare to see him take the initiative to speak.

Lin Hong thought for a while and said: "After my father contracted the car and wood factory in the village, he was very busy all day long, and sometimes he would not come at night; Then it is convenient for me to learn martial arts from my master. In fact, there is another reason he didn't say, which is to make it easier for him to play radio at night. However, he was worried that his mother would blame him for this, so he had reservations.

Feng Wan remembered the scene of her son's laundry today, and asked, "Do you usually help with things like cooking and washing clothes?" ”

Lin Hong hesitated for a moment, and then nodded: "Usually when Dad doesn't have time, I'll help do it." ”

"I've written you so many letters, why don't you reply to your mother? Do you blame your mother for not coming home for so many years? ”

Lin Hong was stunned for a moment.

Does my mom write to me all the time? Why have you never seen it yourself?

Immediately after that, he quickly figured out what was going on, his lips moved slightly, and he finally remained silent.

Feng Wan saw that her son didn't seem to be willing to talk anymore, so she didn't ask any more.

However, after walking for a while, Feng Wan gradually discovered a detail, she found that Lin Hong's walking posture was a little awkward, although it was very subtle, but it did not hide from her eyes.

"Xiaohong, your walking posture is a little incorrect." Feng Wan immediately corrected. She thought it was caused by her son's failure to develop good habits since he was a child, "When you step forward with your right leg, your knee should be straight, and you are now turning a little inward." ”

Lin Hong's body paused, and then he still didn't say anything and continued to move forward. It's not that he doesn't want to answer, it's that it's really hard to say.

The problem with his right leg can be said to be the biggest heart disease in his heart. Since he was a child, he didn't know how much ridicule he received from his peers for this reason. Although the child's ridicule is just equivalent to a prank, and there is not much malice, but the damage to his soul is indispensable.

At one point, he had very low self-esteem, hated communicating with others, and completely closed himself off in his own little world. This situation did not change until he came into contact with radio and studied martial arts with his master.

By practicing Xingyiquan, his ability to control the bones and muscles of his body was greatly enhanced, so that he forcibly corrected the problem in his right leg, and finally reached the level that is almost invisible if others do not pay attention to it.

However, it is very difficult to go further, and he once asked Master this question. His master said that the problem on his leg was not a problem at the level of flesh and skin, but probably involved the control of nerves, and if he wanted to correct this problem through martial arts, unless he could enter the level of transforming strength, he would not be able to really solve this problem.

Feng Wan couldn't help but feel a little angry when she saw that her son didn't listen to her, she opened her mouth, and finally turned into a light sigh, thinking in her heart that she would wait to talk to Lin Changming about this matter. Walking posture is incorrect, and if it is not corrected in time, it will be difficult to correct it in the future, which is not a trivial matter.

The secretary, Lu Fangfang, did not speak all the way, she did not know anything about the director before, and they came to Lingnan Province this time to attend a conference on the topic of international student exchange study. After the meeting, Feng Wan approached her and asked her to accompany her back to her hometown.

On the way to Tanglin City, she heard Director Feng talk a little about some things in the countryside back then, it turned out that she had already married here back then, and even had a son, no wonder Director Feng has been unapologetic to those suitors for so many years. This was definitely news that shocked their entire organization.

Of course, Lu Fangfang was naturally not stupid enough to talk to others about this, Director Feng asked her to accompany her, this was a trust in her, and what she had in her heart was just endless joy and gratitude. Seeing that the director's son didn't seem to pay much attention to her, she was also very anxious on the side.

The director's son seems to have a lot of personality. She sighed in her heart.

When they arrived at the scrap yard, Lin Changming had already prepared the bed, and today Sun Wu went home to sleep, Lin Hong slept with his mother, and Lu Fangfang slept in Sun Wu's bed.

Lin Changming explained a few words and left. Although he also had a lot to say to his wife, it was clear that now was not the right time.

The night in the countryside is pitch dark, unlike the lights in the city, so whenever night falls, the countrymen basically go to bed early. After the popularity of television, there was a little bit of entertainment, and everyone gathered in a home with a television set, like a small video hall, sitting in front of the TV and watching a wonderful TV series.

There is a TV set in the scrap collection station, which is placed in Sun Wu's room, which makes Lu Fangfang a little overjoyed, because she recently watched a TV series and became obsessed, and she still had a little regret in her heart before, thinking that there was no TV in the countryside and she might have to miss a few episodes and not be able to see it, but she didn't expect to finally arrange a room with a TV for her.

Feng Wan accompanied Lin Hong to the room where Old Xu Tou used to be. As soon as she entered, she noticed the workbench in front of the window and the wooden rack next to it.

Watching her son walk unhurriedly to the workbench and begin to clean up all kinds of electronic components and instruments on it that she couldn't name, she was deeply stunned.

Instead of asking, she began to take a closer look.

The workbench was well stocked, and with her knowledge, she knew that these were some of the necessary tools for electrician maintenance. There were also some semi-finished equipment that had been disassembled, such as several old radios, telephones, broadcast speakers, etc., and even a small black-and-white television with most of its components removed.

What surprised her the most was the equipment on the shelf next to her, and looking at the wires of various colors interspersed in it, it was clear that the things on it didn't work like the ones on the workbench. She could see that this was a complete set of equipment for a radio station, and she had seen a similar device to this when she was inspecting a provincial key high school some time ago.

There was a notepad next to the shelf, Feng Wan picked it up and looked at it, it was densely packed with various English and numbers, and she, who often received foreign guests, was like reading a book from heaven, only knowing a few simple words, but she didn't know the specific meaning of their combination.

She looked back at her son, but saw that Lin Hong didn't know where to take out a box, put it on the workbench, and then kept taking out manuscript paper from the box, and at the same time holding a pen in his hand to record something on another manuscript paper.

She walked over and looked at it, and was dumbfounded again, she couldn't understand what her son was writing at all.

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