As an intern, An Kang always seemed to be standing in the distance and looking at the scenery, and after he turned positive, it was like stepping into the scenery, and even he himself became a landscape. It's just that this scenery may not be so beautiful, and it may not be what you want to see.

In the following ten days, except for the change of identity, Ankang's work and life did not change much. The only difference happens on the day the payroll is paid.

The long-awaited Ankang finally received his salary slip. The pay slip was small, folded to the size of a finger, and fastened with staples.

An Kang took a deep breath before opening the staple, and that number must not be two thousand. He slowly unfolded the pay slip, and after the three zeros appeared one after another, Ankang took another deep breath, held his breath, and then pulled hard—sure enough, the first number was not two. But it's not eight, it's six.

Six thousand is good, six thousand is good. An Kang's heart burst with joy.

He fully unfolded the pay slip and looked at the salary structure in front of him. It turns out that this month's salary is calculated on a daily basis. The first few days are the internship salary, and the back is the official salary. Wages are rounded to the nearest thousand, and the erased fraction is added to the individual's quarterly bonus.

Six thousand is good, six thousand is good. Ankang's first thought was to go downstairs to the bank to transfer a sum of money back to his parents, so that his parents could prepare New Year's goods more calmly. The next thing is to invite Liu Xinran to eat a "good".

Since Ankang met Liu Xinran, he really hasn't invited her to eat anything "good". If there are no special circumstances, two people will spend 150 yuan for a meal. Of course, there are generally no special circumstances, unless Wen Qianqian comes to make trouble.

An Kang sent a text message to Liu Xinran, and Liu Xinran accepted the invitation without reservation.

So Ankang asked his colleagues to recommend restaurants with taste, style, grade, red wine and candlelight around People's Square, and chose a middle-priced restaurant at the end of the day, and met with Liu Xinran on Nanjing West Road after work.

The change of health and salary increase are of course a gratifying thing for Liu Xinran. The salary of the Ancona intern does limit the ability of both of them to act. These movie theaters, museums, libraries, parks, bowling alleys, archery halls and the like in the city have all been killed countless times back and forth, and I will really vomit if I go again. Now it's finally time to take a long-term view and take a bold step. Although I haven't finished reading 10,000 books, I can travel 10,000 miles.

Liu Xinran proposed to go to Taihu Lake to see plum blossoms together in the New Year, and Ankang also agreed very much and looked forward to it. This candlelit dinner was especially pleasant.

Ankang can't go home a few days before the Spring Festival holiday like other colleagues. He was a newcomer who had just turned regular, so he persevered until the last day. Fortunately, Ankang finally bought a train ticket in the early morning of Chinese New Year's Eve after several battles. Although buying a train ticket is a very challenging task, Ankang has been going back to his hometown every Spring Festival since he came to Shanghai. After going through hardships, I have long been trained to be a good figure of grabbing tickets at the train station window.

Liu Xinran is much more calm than Ankang. Anyway, the air ticket is a full-price ticket during the Spring Festival, not to mention the business class, so it's the same to buy early and late.

All happiness is the same, but the path back home is different.

No matter how difficult it was to return home during the Spring Festival, Ankang finally returned home in the middle of the night on Chinese New Year's Eve.

During the entire Spring Festival holiday, Ankang basically spent it at home except for going out with his parents to pay New Year's greetings on the first day of the Lunar New Year. He brought several books home from Shanghai to read. These books are not idle books, but professional books related to finance and investment. Although he came from an economics background, Ankang knows that there is a huge gap between theory and practice. At this time, Ankang doesn't even have enough time to make up for his profession, where can he have the time to read idle books?

Everything is normal in my hometown, but my mother loves to cry more than before. According to Ankang's father, when Ankang was not at home, his mother would cry every three or four days. When Ankang was at home, her mother would cry once a day.

Of course, Ankang knows why her mother, who used to be cheerful and arrogant, has suddenly become so weak in her heart in the past few years, because since that incident a few years ago, many things have changed. Of course, Ankang feels that he has never changed, but the feelings that others treat him have changed.

On his first day back in Shanghai, Ankang was reading a book in his bedroom. His mother went in and out of his room several times. Ankang thought that her mother was here to get something, but she found that she went in and out empty-handed. Ankang asked, "Mom, is there something wrong?" ”

When Ankang's mother heard Ankang ask, she hesitated for a moment and said, "Your father and I are going to go to your grandmother's grave." Then you're alone at home. ”

"To the grave? I'll go with you, too. ”

"You...... Going too? The mother asked, seemingly unsure.

"Of course I'm going." Ankang rolled out of bed, put on his coat and went out with his mother.

In the living room, my father was already ready. The clothes were also put on, and the paper and firecrackers to be burned at the grave were prepared in a large plastic bag. I waited in the living room for a long time.

Seeing Ankang reach out and pick up the big plastic bag and walk out the door, Ankang's parents looked at each other and smiled. It's like they're not going to the grave now, but to the market or to get married.

The so-called grave is actually two mounds of earth, next to their family's field. From the bridge, you crossed the river and walked less than 500 meters to arrive.

After burning paper in front of his grandparents' graves, Ankang knocked his head and burned the firecrackers around the two graves next to each other. He was familiar with such things at a very young age. When Ankang was ready for this, Ankang's father waved at Ankang, and Ankang left with his mother. Then they heard the sound of firecrackers coming from behind, and my father ran towards them quickly......

Everything is as it used to be. Ankang's parents were very pleased.

Everything is as it used to be. Ankang is also very pleased.

When he came to the bridge, Ankang happened to meet a female classmate in elementary school. She still has the face of an innocent child, but the child in her arms is three months old. Although the information age has brought people from urban and rural areas to the same intersection, the two old classmates did not have a common language at this time. Ankang could only tease the little fat man, who was a little impatient because his mother stopped shaking, and left.

Some things have changed. Of course, it's not about this female classmate who comes to his house to find him whenever Ankang returns to his hometown during the holidays. There are many reasons why female classmates come to him, they just came to play with him when they were young, and they have all kinds of various and trivial reasons when they grow up. It's just that she has come less in the past two years.

Those things that have changed are something else.

Leaving home the next day is something that everyone is unwilling to accept but has to face.

Ankang carried a snakeskin bag on his shoulder, and his mother pulled the corner of Ankang's clothes and told him over and over what to do after returning to Shanghai. Don't miss the car! But the mother's attention was only on Ankang, not on speeding up the pace.

When the long-distance bus drove out of the station, Ankang saw his parents standing behind a burden selling fruits, stretching their necks to look at the long-distance bus slowly driving outside the station. When Ankang pulled the window and waved to them, her mother shouted in a crying voice, "Come home often." "His voice is hoarse.

"I'll be back on May Day!" Ankang shouted.

I will be back often. Ankang muttered as the coach drove away from town.

Ankang thought that nothing had changed since that year, but many people and things had changed.