Yang Jinghui told his family on the phone that he wanted to take Zhang Xiaomei to the house, and the family was very happy, and his mother chatted with his father excitedly after receiving the call, and called his sister back early the next morning and began to prepare, Yang Jinghui said on the phone that he didn't need to deliberately prepare anything, just make something he loved to eat, and his mother said that it was for other girls to eat, not for you to eat. Yang Jinghui hurriedly said that his mother was eccentric, and if she had a daughter-in-law, she didn't want a son.......

Because the New Year is approaching, so in fact, the family does not need to deliberately prepare anything, my mother burned the house warm early in the morning, almost ten o'clock, my mother kept looking at the time, urging my father to pick them up, Dad said that it was his own child, busy with work and not often come back, how can there be a reason for parents to greet each other, but after saying it with a straight face, he told his mother that in fact, he also wanted to pick it up. Mom laughed and scolded him, and he was also an old. I don't think about seeing my son for a long time, let alone bringing my daughter-in-law back this time. While he was talking, the door of the compound was pushed open, and Yang Jinghui took a beautiful girl into the courtyard. The old couple hurriedly greeted him.

Yang Jinghui introduced them, "My father, my mother", Zhang Xiaomei called "uncle, aunt" gently and obediently, and her mother hesitated, what kind of generation is this, shouldn't it be called "uncle and aunt"? , didn't care about questioning these, put aside Yang Jinghui and took Zhang Xiaomei's hand and entered the house, took Zhang Xiaomei straight to the kang with his hand, and let Zhang Xiaomei sit on the kang to warm her feet, while saying, Tired of riding in the car, right? It's cold, so it's warm.

Yang Jinghui blamed his mother, he forgot his son when he saw the newcomer, Yang Jinghui said that when he went home, he enjoyed Zhang Xiaomei's treatment. Now that Zhang Xiaomei is here, this love has all been transferred to her. Zhang Xiaomei lowered her head shyly. Zhang Xiaomei remembered the gift she brought to Yang Jinghui's parents, so she put on her shoes and went to the ground to get the gift. She bought a cashmere shawl for Yang's mother, jujube red and tasseled, the shawl is wide and thick, it can cover most of the back on the body, and it hangs down from the side of the shoulder like a dress, Yang's mother likes it very much, she took Zhang Xiaomei's hand, this time I have an intimate little padded jacket. Zhang Xiaomei bought two bottles of good wine for Yang's father, and also prepared gifts for Yang Jinghui's sister and family.

We chatted for a while. Yang's mother got up to cook, and at this time my sister's family also came, and the little nephew Dongdong grew a lot taller, almost to Yang Jinghui's chest, as soon as he saw Yang Jinghui, he pounced, shouting uncle, while asking his uncle if he brought him any gifts, Yang Jinghui's sister blamed Dongdong for being rude, and did not greet the guests when they saw them. The Dongdong language was amazing, and asked Zhang Xiaomei, do I have to call you aunt or aunt? Zhang Xiaomei blushed with shame. Yang Jinghui patted Dongdong's little head melon, and said that he could call it leisurely, and let his aunt still earn money to change his mouth. Dongdong said excitedly, then I will call my aunt now. Is it okay to make money now? Everyone laughed.

My sister went to help her mother cook, and Zhang Xiaomei also had to help. was pushed back by her mother and sister, Yang Jinghui chatted with her father and brother-in-law, and Zhang Xiaomei felt extremely envious when she looked at this warm family. After a while, my mother Zhang Luo was about to start eating, so she cleaned up the table, and brought up a plate of plates, which filled the table. The rice cooked by my mother is always the most fragrant, steamed, fried and fried, a meal is like a Chinese New Year's Eve meal, extremely rich, my mother will also brew her own drinks, my father personally picked the sea buckthorn, my mother picked the fruit one by one, wrapped it in gauze to squeeze out the juice, and after it was done, it was usually frozen outside, and when I wanted to drink it, I took it home to thaw and then mixed it with honey to drink, my mother was very proud of her work, saying that it was absolutely natural and pollution-free, and a meal was very warm.

After dinner, Yang Jinghui took Zhang Xiaomei around Guoma Township, went to the school he studied, went to the Nanshan where Yang Jinghui used to play when he was a child, and climbed to the top of the mountain. Went down the mountain and went to the river crossing, the river was thick with ice, and for some reason someone cleared a snow road in the middle of the river, and the crystal ice was exposed, and the snow on the side was set against each other, and from a distance, the river was black, and only the immersive people could really understand what the artistic conception of the white mountain and black water was.

Zhang Xiaomei said, "I followed your footsteps, walked the road you walked, and reminisced with you, just to make up for the time I missed you, because from now on I will experience all the experiences in your life and witness ......", hearing this, Yang Jinghui hugged Zhang Xiaomei tightly, kissed her hair, her forehead, and stayed on her lips at the end, greedy like a child and kept sucking......

After arriving home, Yang Jinghui took Zhang Xiaomei to his room, Yang Jinghui's small room was still so tidy, the books he had read, the awards he had won, and the motto he had inspired himself to write. Zhang Xiaomei looked like a baby, and at this time, her mother called Yang Jinghui outside, and Yang Jinghui had to leave Zhang Xiaomei alone. Mom was going to ask him how much money Zhang Xiaomei gave for the first visit.

After Yang Jinghui went out, Zhang Xiaomei looked at Yang Jinghui's room carefully, on the desk was the book that Yang Jinghui used when he was in college, in the book collection, Zhang Xiaomei saw a red guest book, she pulled it out, she wanted to see what kind of person Yang Jinghui was in the eyes of her classmates, the first page of the guest book was full of the names of her classmates, he was such a young man who was obsessed with learning, and he must be the object that the students were very willing to associate with. Flipping through the pages, Zhang Xiaomei's gaze stopped on the page.

"Jinghui, time is fleeting, three years ago we were so young and energetic, always feel that there is a lot of time to master, so on Jiangxin Island, the sunset riverside left us with many happy figures. I never thought that the day of parting still came quietly as scheduled, and the most unforgettable thing was your blazing eyes, your heavy eyebrows when you were thinking, and your sometimes resolute, sometimes stubborn and sometimes naughty look. The time has come to part, and I hope that you can stop for me somewhere in your heart in the future...... Su Yingrong"

It turned out that he used to belong not only to himself, it turned out that there was someone who was willing to stop for him, Zhang Xiaomei's mood felt a little low, and even felt a little sad, Yang Jinghui didn't tell himself about this, what kind of person is this woman named Su Yingrong? How would it be to compare yourself to yourself? I resented Yang Jinghui for not being honest enough about myself, and at the same time blamed myself for my curiosity and the mentality of killing the cat, closed the guest book, put it back in its original position, Yang Jinghui pushed the door in, and saw Zhang Xiaomei, who was still gentle as water a moment ago, at this moment it seemed to be a little sad, but casually asked, what's wrong with you? Zhang Xiaomei said, "I'm a little homesick." (To be continued......)