When Yan Xin returned to the village, he took a taxi back, and it was already past six o'clock when he got home.

Fortunately, he called his dad in advance, and his dad prepared his dinner.

Before getting into the taxi, Yan Xin also went to the county's largest backgammon supermarket to buy some food, including fish and meat, as well as zongzi twist or something - the custom of the Dragon Boat Festival here is not only to eat zongzi, but also to eat twist flowers, and I don't know what is special in it.

Yan's father doesn't know how to make zongzi, and in the past few years, he had the Dragon Boat Festival, that is, he bought a few cheapest zongzi in the town to deal with it.

Now that you have money, of course you have to buy something good.

The taxi drove all the way to the door of the house, and after getting out of the car, he took out two large bags from the trunk, both of which he bought at the supermarket.

I didn't bring a change of clothes.

This is not to go anywhere else, this is his house, and there are some of his clothes left at home, which I bought during the Chinese New Year, and I also bought them when I came home during the Qingming Festival last time.

Yan's father was very happy to see his son come back, but when he saw that he had bought a lot of things again, he still couldn't hold back the blame:

"What a waste of buying so many things? You have everything at home, and you don't need to spend that money."

"It's okay, it's not a lot of money, and my boss sent me a few thousand yuan for the festival." Yan Xin said with a smile.

In the matter of spending money, you can stop his dad by pulling out the fictitious boss and snorting it.

He bought a lot of things, all of them were affordable, and they all added up to two or three hundred yuan.

If you pay a few thousand yuan for the festival, and use two or three hundred yuan, it won't make people feel extravagant.

Bring those things into the house, put the refrigerator in the refrigerator, there was nothing in the refrigerator, and when he came, it was almost full.

When I walked out again, I saw Lao Liu talking to his father next door, and said hello to him: "Xiaoxin is back again, why didn't you drive back this time?"

Yan Xin smiled: "I don't have a car myself, I always drive the boss's car, the boss has no opinion, and I am embarrassed myself, so I took the car back."

"How's work now?" Lao Liu asked.

"It's okay," Yan Xin said, "I got another salary increase last month."

"You still have the ability!"

Lao Liu praised him.

Then he said to Yan's father, "Old Yan, it's still your life, raising such a promising son will make money and have filial piety. You are the most blessed one in our village."

Yan's father hurriedly said, "Where, where, your children are very good."

"It's far worse than your Yan Xin." Lao Liu said with a sigh.

Although Yan's father strongly denied it, judging from the expression on his face, he was still very happy and proud to have such a son.

Yan Xin couldn't say anything, so he could only walk into the kitchen with a smile.

But there is a little sadness in my heart - is his father really a blessed person?

Don't say that I encountered such a fate in my previous life, even in this life, the economic conditions are okay, and I live in a small villa, but I am only alone at home, and day by day, my life is quite lonely.

People who are only in their 40s have decades of life under normal circumstances, and the next days are such lonely days, which is quite sad to think about.

- In my hometown, is this already considered happiness? That happiness is too cheap.

Lao Liu chatted for a while and left, Yan's father also entered the kitchen, turned on the lights in the kitchen, pulled the dining table on the side to the center of the kitchen, and then served the food, and the father and son began to eat.

During the meal, Yan's father asked Yan Xin about his current work, and asked him how he had repaid the money he owed for building a house, and how much he still owed.

Yan Xin just casually talked nonsense, telling his father that his salary had risen, and he had received a large bonus some time ago, and he had already paid off most of his debts.

Now I only owe 10,000 or 20,000 yuan, and it doesn't affect my quality of life

In addition, all the arrears can be paid off before the National Day.

He was talking nonsense casually, but Dad Yan calculated it seriously:

The arrears are 10,000 or 20,000 yuan, and it is calculated as 20,000 yuan.

Now he has four or five thousand yuan in his hand, which he has saved from farming and helping others.

In addition, he also lent 10,000 yuan to the six groups of Feng families.

If the 10,000 yuan is repaid, plus interest, it will be 1,002 a year.

That's fifteen or six.

There are only three or four thousand yuan left before paying off the arrears.

In the second half of the year, grain and cotton were sold, plus subsidies for growing grain, and there was no more than three or four thousand yuan.

After such a calculation, I finally put my mind at ease - even if my son can't keep that high-paying job, relying on the family's money, he will be able to pay off the arrears for building the house this year.

It's only a year or two to be able to build such a beautiful new house and pay off all the arrears, which is already amazing.

It's not that Yan's father is too sensitive, but he is really scared, with his experience in the past few years, what things have changed, often not for the better, but for the worse.

So he has always been worried that Yan Xin will lose that high-paying job, even if Yan Xin repeatedly reassures him that he is okay, he is still a little uneasy.

Ever since I talked about building a house, I was worried about such things.

When I first built the house, I was very worried when I thought that I owed so much money, and when I thought that if Yan Xin suddenly lost his job, it would take a young man to repay the money.

Yan Xin heard that the arrears were decreasing one by one, and his worries gradually decreased, but he didn't completely let go.

It was only now that I learned that even if Yan Xin was unemployed now, he would be able to repay the arrears this year, that he was completely relieved.

There was a lot of smile on his face.

In the past few years, he was burdened with heavy debts and had to provide for a son to study, which overwhelmed him.

He didn't want his son to be burdened with heavy debts in the future.

Now that the debt is no longer much of a problem, it is easy to relax.

He told Yan Xin his thoughts, which made Yan Xin a little funny and moved, and at the same time a little sad.

Sometimes there is even an urge to confess to his father how much wealth he has now.

This way, you don't have to worry about running out of money.

But after hesitating for a moment, he still didn't say anything about it.

Speaking out, his father will no longer worry about his financial problems, but he has more worries.

Nowadays, there has always been a saying in society that money is not exposed, a person is rich, and it is known by others to be rich, it is really not a safe thing.

Not worrying about the economy, worrying about security, that's a bigger worry.

It's better to let his father think that he is just a migrant worker who happens to get a high salary.

The salary is much higher than that of ordinary workers, and it is not to the extent of getting rich, which will make people envious, but it will not make people envious to the point of taking risks.

Such a scale is almost fine.

Chatting and chatting, he thought that it was not easy for his father to live alone in his hometown, and asked another thing: "Dad, you are only in your 40s now, and you are not old, do you want to consider finding another one?"

Father Yan blushed: "You kid, why do you keep talking about this? I've said it, I don't have that idea, I'm fine alone."

"You're doing well alone now, but if there's a cold and flu, and I can't come back outside, and I don't have anyone to bring tea and water, what should I do?" Yan Xin said.

Yan's father thought to himself, "It's not like I haven't had a cold before, and no one has come to bring tea and water, haven't I survived?"

I can't say this, because there have been a few times when Yan Xin is at home, but when he sees it, it's like he didn't see it, and he hasn't taken care of him.

At that time, this son was still rebellious, and it was naturally impossible to take care of him like he had a grudge.

If you say that now, you will be suspected of turning over old accounts, which will make your son feel uncomfortable, so naturally you can't say it.

He just said, "Finding a companion is not looking for a nanny, is it just to find a companion for someone to take care of?"

"Take care of each other," Yan Xin said, "Wouldn't it be better for others to take care of you when it's inconvenient for you, and to take care of others when it's inconvenient for them, and support each other to live?"

"There's a doctor in the village." Yan's father said.

"That's not just about getting sick," Yan Xin said, "It's mainly because you live alone, and I still feel too lonely."

The son actually felt sorry for himself and was lonely, which made Yan's father a little moved.

Then when I think about my life in the past few years, I am indeed quite lonely.

There was some sourness in my heart, and I didn't speak, just sighed.

Yan Xin said, "Otherwise, you won't be in the countryside and follow me to the city, so that our grandfather and son can be together, and I can also take care of your life."

Father Yan was a little moved, but after thinking about it, he shook his head and said helplessly, "What am I going to do in the city? I don't know anything but farming, and going to the city will only drag you down, and nothing will help you."

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Sometimes I can't stand the pain in my heart, so I can only go to the grave of my deceased wife and talk about those things.

Imagine your dead wife lying there, listening to yourself say those words.

But he also knew very well that his wife was no longer in this world, and it was impossible to hear him.

After saying that, no one will comfort you.

Sometimes there would be a gust of wind on the grave, and he could imagine that his deceased wife was soothing him, and he would even weep bitterly because of such imagination.

However, that was only his imagination.

In the real world, he didn't get any comfort.

He has survived all these years, not because he has much willpower, but because he has no other choice but to survive - the only choice left is death, but he still has a son, he still has this responsibility, he can't choose to die.

If you can't die, you can only suffer.

This does not mean that he likes this life.

- Most people in this world do not have the ability to choose the way they like to live, and the reason why they live in that way is because that way of life is the best way they can choose.

It is not for nothing that he was in his forties two years ago and looked like an old man in his sixties in the countryside.

Nor is it purely physical torture.

There is the same torture in the soul.

If he could, he didn't want to be miserable all the time.

Last year, when a matchmaker mentioned helping him find a partner, he actually thought about whether to change his lifestyle.

But I was afraid that my son would be unhappy, and I felt sorry for my deceased wife, and I was a little worried about finding a woman who liked to toss and make the family uneasy.

It's too much trouble, just refuse.

But how to live alone in the future is still a frightening problem, and he doesn't even dare to imagine what will happen when he gets old.

I can only be sure that it is definitely not a happy life.

Now hearing his son's persuasion, my heart can't help but loosen a little.

Then he sighed again, said with a wry smile:

"It's not a question of whether I want to or not, I'm this old, who can look up to me?"

Yan Xin was happy when he heard his words, and said:

"That's not easy to say, you're not ugly, besides, our family has such a beautiful villa, and the family is not poor, so it's not bad to live with you."

Dad Yan thought for a while, blushed and said, "Let's talk about it later, I'll think about it."