Cen Jia and Huang Xinyan both grew up in divorced families and have the same background, so they naturally became best friends.

Huang Xinyan reluctantly let go of Cen Jia's arm: "Then my house is gone, if you don't show me, you won't give it, tell me about it tomorrow." ”

Cen Jia was helpless: "You, put this careful thinking more on studying." ”

Huang Xinyan has a detached personality, her academic performance is very poor, she dropped out of school and married someone in high school, and married an old bachelor who is not young, and it is useless for the whole family to oppose it, she has to elope with someone to go to Guangcheng to work.

After giving birth to a son, Huang Xinyan and his wife had no money to live, so they had no choice but to go back to their parents' house cheekily, and they didn't know how the two families discussed, and finally Huang Xinyan divorced and lived alone with his son under the protection of his grandparents.

Thanks to Huang Xinyan's grandparents are all retired employees of the coal company, and when she is old, she still has a pension of thousands of yuan to take care of this granddaughter, otherwise, Huang Xinyan's life will only be worse.

Huang Xinyan grimaced disappreliantly: "When did you become a nagging old mother, you actually talked about studying, slightly, I went home." ”

When it came to studying, Huang Xinyan had a headache, no longer chasing Cen Jia for love letters, turned around and ran away.

Cen Jia shook her head, what a lively little girl, I really hope she will always be so carefree and have no ups and downs in life when she grows up.

Walking under the sunset, Cen Jia is immersed in the joy of rebirth.

"Sharpen the scissors kitchen knife and cut your hair." The bearded uncle rode his bicycle through the alley shouting.

In front of the low bungalows, the boys who returned late carried their school bags and lay on the ground playing with glass marbles, and the girls jumped rubber bands in twos and threes, and their long hair braids swayed in the wind.

The large refrigerator in front of the small shop is filled with all kinds of soda and popsicles, as if filled with childhood dreams......

The car repairer squatted on the ground covered in oil and adjusted the bicycle, and the proprietress of the small fried shop greeted the business with a smile, and the heat wave of life came to her face.

There is a long queue in public telephone booths, and a telephone line carries thousands of thoughts.

The owner of the DVD store is showing "007" and the volume is turned up to the maximum, attracting a group of middle school students.

The office workers couldn't wait to park their bicycles, went into the bookstore to borrow Jin Yong Gulong's novels, and read them with relish against the wooden bookshelves......

Cen Jia couldn't help but slow down, a nostalgic smile rising at the corner of his mouth.

It's a good time.

Before you know it, you've reached the doorstep.

said it was home, but in fact, it was just a breakfast shop run by grandfather Cen Chunsheng and grandmother Luo Yufen.

The store is rented in the house of the county agricultural machinery office, a small tile house on the first floor, with a wood and stone structure, which is very simple.

Most of the residents living in the surrounding area are people from the countryside who have come to the city to beg for a living, like Cen Chunsheng and his wife, and have been rooted in the new county town for ten or twenty years.

Grandma Luo Yufen lowered half of the curtain to block the sun, and was making dumplings in the house.

Grandfather Cen Chunsheng and neighbor rice shop owner Zhou Dahai sat idly playing chess.

The aroma of rice porridge wafted in the house, and the sister-in-law Cen Yun was eating Fenhuang's words and plums by the counter, watching the battle between Cen Chunsheng and Zhou Dahai.

Cen Yun is only four years older than Cen Jia, and in the third year of junior high school this year, Luo Yufen said that if she didn't get admitted to the high school this year, she would let Cen Yun go to a technical school, and she would be assigned to the factory as a female worker after graduation in the future, and it would also be an iron rice bowl without worrying about food and clothing.

Cen Yun felt that it didn't matter, anyway, with her academic performance, she couldn't get into college even if she went to high school, it was better to go to a technical school, she could come out to work after two years, and she would be free, so she was in the last half of junior high school.