Even if Yang Jun is soul-piercing, the long-lost family affection in his bones makes him feel inexplicably close to the woman in front of him.

The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt.

Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late.

Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs.

Gorky said that all the glory and pride in the world comes from his mother.

The reunion after more than ten years of separation, the scene is always full of strong family affection, the old mother hugged him and kept patting the strong-looking eldest son, snot and tears told about her thoughts.

At this moment, Wang Yuying seemed to have been lost and regained, hugging Yang Jun tightly and not letting go.

Yang Jun comforted the mother who had suffered from parting like a child.

There were four people standing at the door, big and small, who were watching the scene of the mother and son meeting in amazement.

The four of them are the younger siblings of the original owner, Yang Jun.

Yang Jun finally separated from his mother and exchanged pleasantries with several younger sisters and brothers for a while.

When he joined the army at the age of seventeen and left, the second sister was only eleven years old, and the third sister was only six years old.

His old Yang family's genes are not strong, he himself is one meter seven or eight tall, he looks angular, healthy and strong, and several younger sisters are like flowers and jade, to have talents, to look like a look, especially the second sister Yangmei and the third sister Yangliu are more graceful, muscular, natural beauty, whether in the factory or school, are the proud, look down on all beings, proud and beautiful like the national flower peony.

The Yang family has five children, the eldest is Yang Jun, who is 28 years old this year.

The second Yangmei, 22 years old this year, is unmarried and an apprentice at the Red Star No. 3 Rolling Mill.

The third child, Yang Liu, is 17 years old this year and a senior in high school.

The fourth child, Yang Yu, is eleven years old this year and is in the sixth grade at Hongxing Primary School.

The fifth child is Yang Huai, who is more than two years old this year and has just learned to speak.

Mother Wang Yuying, a housewife, usually sews, washes and mends, takes care of children, and the family is supported by her alone, inside and out.

There are few decent pieces of furniture at home, let alone any household appliances and other things, which can be described as having four walls, but it is better to be clean and tidy.

The only piece of furniture that can be regarded as a complete piece of furniture is the Eight Immortals Table for eating, if you look closely, one of the table legs is still padded with tiles.

Near the north wall, there is a table with a missing leg, on which is a framed picture, and a black-and-white photograph shows a middle-aged man with a resolute and kind face smiling.

Yang Jun stepped forward and put on three sticks of incense, knelt down and kowtowed three times.

This person is his father, Yang Gui.

Three years ago, there was a fire accident in the production workshop of the rolling mill, and in order to save the national property from loss, he resolutely returned to the workshop, but finally failed to return.

After the incident, the factory gave condolences and bereavement to the victim's family, compensated the family with 200 yuan, and agreed to let the second sister Yang Mei enter the factory to replace her father's work.

Yang Mei started as an apprentice in the workshop where Yi Zhonghai is located, 14 yuan a month, and now it has been three years, and the salary has risen to 18 yuan.

Yang Liu is not only beautiful, but also has very good grades, three years of high school, the first in the school every year, is the child of many parents and teachers.

If this development continues, it is a sure thing to be admitted to a prestigious university.

The fourth Yang Yu's grades are diametrically opposed to her third sister, the bottom part, and the kind of the whole school, with a big personality, running crazy with the boys in the courtyard all day long.

As for the fifth Yang Huai, he is a little kid, a rotten egg who often plays with urine and mud.

Huai, wood ghost, like the Huaihua of Qin Huairu's family, are all born in the abdomen.

"Cauldron pot, eat...... Eat ......"

There was a soft and sweet voice in my ears.

I saw the fifth Yang Huai dragging the two trembling calves towards him step by step, and his chubby little fingers pointed to the bulging canvas bag at his feet, and said inarticulately.

Although Yang Huai speaks inarticulately, he can still speak by titles like mother and sister.

For this eldest brother who has never met, the only thing that can attract him may be the canvas bag under his feet.

Yang Jun looked at the canvas bag under his feet, with a wry smile on his face, what can be eaten in the bag, just a few changes of clothes and some personal belongings.

However, it is rare for his younger brother to call him big brother for the first time, although the name is not too clear, which makes him very relieved, and he can't let him down.

"Come on, Old Five."

Yang Jun happily picked up his younger brother, who had never met before, put it on his lap, opened the canvas bag with one hand, and took things out.

"Let's see what good things Big Brother has brought you."

It's a round, white thing with a handle on the side.

That's right, this is the most simple thing that belongs to this era, the white porcelain jar.

The fifth child thought that there was something delicious in the jar, so his chubby little hand took the white porcelain jar, and without saying a word, he deducted it to his face.

The family watched Yang Huai crying and laughing as he held an enamel jar bigger than his face.

"This is reserved for you to drink water, and next time the big pot will bring you something delicious."

As soon as I heard that it was used for drinking water, and I didn't eat anything while holding the enamel jar for a long time, the fifth Yang Huai was suddenly unhappy, and he pouted, and suddenly wanted to stage a Sichuan opera.

"Eat...... Eat ......"

Yang Jun immediately took out another white enamel jar from his bag.

"This one for you to eat."

Yang Huai stretched out his head and looked at the white porcelain jar again, but he still didn't find anything to eat, and the chubby meat on his little face twitched again.

"This is for you."

"This is for you to drink."

"This is for you to drink porridge."

……

……

"I'll leave this one to you...... Be a urinal. ”

Yang Jun took out a total of eight white enamel jars from his canvas bag.

The same shape, the same color, the same size, even the paint on the enamel jar is exactly the same.

It's almost carved out of a mold.

"Where did you get so many enamel jars, kid?" Mother Wang Yuying looked happy.

There are not many bowls and chopsticks at home, most of them are missing, sometimes two people take turns to use a bowl, now there are eight more enamel jars, and there is no need to worry about tableware in the future.

"Sent by a comrade-in-arms."

Yang Jun looked at his mother as if he wanted to blame him for not taking other people's things, so he hurriedly explained: "It's hard to be gracious, these are all old things they use, just to keep a memory." ”

The mother's lips moved slightly, and after thinking about it, she was silent.

Due to the return of Yang Jun, today's dinner is more sumptuous, in addition to the old three, radish, cabbage, and potatoes, a bacon fried carrot slice is also added.

For the family, this is tantamount to the New Year, the first thing to eat is the plate of bacon, Yang Jun symbolically sandwiched two chopsticks, but they were given to the fifth child.

It's not that he doesn't like meat, it's that he hasn't been so hungry when he first came through, not to mention, the family in front of him needs more nutrition than him.