Yang Jun plans to install a water meter for his home alone, after all, there will be more water at home than others in the future, so it is necessary to install a water meter separately in order to avoid someone taking advantage of this.

Yang Jun first determined the route of the water pipe with Lao Wu, and then after some advice, he returned to the old house alone.

With a big front door in his arms, he first came to the second uncle's house, handed over a cigarette, lit a fire, and explained the intention, that is, to decorate in the recent period, and apologize for the inconvenience to everyone.

The second uncle was very happy that Yang Jun was the first to find him, which showed that people looked up to him and regarded him as a leader, so he waved his hand and said that despite the decoration, there was anything that needed him to speak.

Then Yang Jun went to the deaf old lady's house again, first chatted with others for a while, and then repeatedly said sorry, the old lady didn't say that she agreed or disagreed, and was always there, "What did you say?" "I can't hear you. ”

Yang Jun doesn't know if she's really deaf or pretending to be inaudible, anyway, I've said hello, you don't agree, I won't decorate it?

Yang Jun visited the family one by one, and the neighbors also expressed the greatest sincerity to this young man who had just returned from the team, and said that it didn't matter, and let him decorate.

After visiting the residents in the backyard, I said hello to the fifth child and went out of the yard alone.

……

Street Office.

"Hello, uncle, I'll look for Director Wang."

Yang Jun handed the old man a cigarette and greeted him very politely.

The old man in the porter was wearing a faded military uniform with a military coat on the outside, and it could be seen that he should be a veteran.

I saw him looking up and down, staring at the woven bag in Yang Jun's hand, and asked in a tone of looking at the prisoner,

"What are you looking for Director Wang?"

"I'm going to say that I'm here to give a gift to Director Wang, will you let me in?" Yang Jun leaned over and asked in a joking whisper.

"Humph!"

The old man sneered and spat out a puff of smoke, looking like the old god was there.

"Boy, don't you play with me?" The old man did not wait for him to speak, and then said to himself,

"I won't choose this kind of place to give a gift to the leader, unless my brain is broken, let's go in."

"Thank you."

Yang Jun glanced at the porter, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

In the team for more than ten years, about the way of people to and fro, he is clear, you boldly carry things to see the leader, the concierge guard will definitely not let you in, the more you give gifts to the leader, the more the concierge people have to weigh the weight of this.

The blatant gift-giving shows that people are not small, and a small porter dares to open a sinner's house? If a leader learns that the egg in his hand has flew, he still can't cut you?

Yang Jun deliberately said that it was ambiguous, which could not only achieve the goal, but also not lose the face of the uncle.

The porter is old, he has walked more bridges than he has walked, he has eaten more salt than he has eaten rice, he is old and refined, he has long seen Yang Jun's tricks, and he does not say anything, naturally his self-talk is for outsiders.

Yang Jun knocked on the door of Director Wang's office of the sub-district office.

"Come in!"

Push the door in.

"Aunt Wang, are you busy?" Yang Jun greeted with a smile on his face.

"You are?"

Behind the desk sat a middle-aged woman in her forties, dressed in a navy blue cotton suit, with a red badge pinned to her chest, and short ear-length hair, looking shrewd and capable.

"Aunt Wang, take a closer look."

Yang Jun leaned closer and said with a hippie smile.

"You're Yang...... Expensive, no, no, you're a soldier? Director Wang exclaimed in surprise.

Aunt Wang walked out from behind the desk, grabbed Yang Jun's hand, looked excited, and said angrily: "Your kid and your father are like carved out of the same mold, otherwise I wouldn't have recognized you." ”

"Your mother has had a hard time with a few younger sisters in the past ten years, if your father is still ......"

Aunt Wang said, her eyes suddenly turned red, and she looked like she was about to cry, and she couldn't help but cry sadly when she mentioned the deceased.

Wang Xuemei, director of the street office, and her mother Wang Yuying are close friends in the boudoir and have a very good relationship, and Yang Jun and Aunt Wang's son Li Jianguo are also good buddies who have played since childhood, and the relationship between the two families is very good, as if they are a family.

Wang Yuying's work of pasting matchboxes is also taken care of by Wang Xuemei, otherwise it would be impossible to break the head and grab the job of earning pocket money to subsidize the family.

"When my father passed away, I was on a mission at the time, and I couldn't make it ......back in time," Yang Jun heard this, his eyes were red, and he suddenly felt sad.

When my father was ill, he was on a secret mission in the northeast, and it was already two months later when he received the telegram of his death, and then he was quarantined for another half a year because of the confidentiality of the mission, and then he never found time to go home due to his busy work.

Over the years, he has sent money home every month, and perhaps only these insignificant amounts of money can alleviate the guilt he feels about the family in his heart.

"Alas, let him pass the past, your mother came to me yesterday, and I heard that I changed jobs to work in our rolling mill?" Wang Xuemei wiped away the tears from the corners of Yang Jun's eyes and said with concern.

"Yes, Aunt Wang, the organization assigned me to the rolling mill, and I will have more time to take care of my family in the future."

"That's good, that's good."

Wang Xuemei nodded, looking relieved.

"Listen to my mother say that Brother Jianguo gave birth to a big fat grandson for you?" Yang Jun saw that the atmosphere was a little heavy, so he hurriedly changed the topic.

"Hey, don't mention him, counting this newborn kid, it's all right, Junzi, can you afford it in the future? When the time comes, you will not be allowed to beat the singles? When Wang Xuemei mentioned the newborn child, she suddenly looked sad.

Although Wang Xuemei said that she was worried, if it weren't for Yang Jun inadvertently seeing the smug arc at the corner of her mouth, she would almost take it seriously.

In these years, children are more or less an important symbol of the rise and fall of a family, and boys are the pillars of the family.

"Aunt Wang, with you and Uncle Li taking care of you, plus Brother Jianguo, a family of three goes to work, and you can afford to raise a boy even if you come again,"

Yang Jun pretended to sigh and said angrily to Wang Xuemei.

"I'm as old as Brother Jianguo, he's a kid, and now I'm still single, so there's no need for you to show off in front of me."

"Stinky boy, your aunt Wang and I won't show off in front of you, are we still separated from each other? The boy who built the country is not your godson? ”

"Yes, yes, they're all my godsons." Yang Jun said with a wry smile.

"I'll take time to see my three godsons another day, I haven't drunk with Brother Jianguo for a long time."

Yang Jun also misses Li Jianguo a little, aside from those comrades-in-arms in his more than ten years of military career, isn't Li Jianguo an iron buddy in this forty-nine city?

"Okay, then it's decided, I will definitely come over another day, I and your Uncle Li are waiting for you at home."