The reason given by Xia Jiabao was because of online loans.

He borrowed a lot of online loans, but because he couldn't pay the money, he was finally overwhelmed, and finally chose to make the ultimate leap from upstairs and end his life.

His rhetoric, Song Ci did not disbelieve, nor did he believe it all.

Since it's because of an online loan, what is he doing here? Is it because the online loan company is here? So you have a grudge and don't want to leave after you die?

Song Ci didn't believe it too much, the online loan he borrowed online couldn't be just one, and it was impossible for one to borrow too much, after all, the online loan company was not stupid.

So he has been staying near Xinjiekou in Jiangning, there must be other reasons.

However, Song Ci didn't ask, and he didn't use Liu Yetong to distinguish the truth of what he said.

"Is your gourd your magic weapon?" Xia Jiabao asked with curiosity on his face.

"Where is the magic weapon, but when I passed by Chaotian Palace, I saw that this gourd had a strange shape, and I liked it very much, so I bought it back and made an ornament."

"I see, can I take a look?"

He said, tentatively trying to touch the copper gourd.

But his expression was a little afraid, as if he was worried that Song Ci was lying, and he would cause himself to be hurt after touching it.

"It's just an ordinary gourd, you can look at it casually." Song Ci said with a smile.

"Really?"

After Xia Jiabao heard this, he cautiously stretched out his finger to touch the gourd, and it was obvious that he also didn't fully believe in Song Ci.

Xia Jiabao first "touched" the copper gourd with his fingertips, and when he saw that he had nothing to do, he continued to touch it with his hands.

Of course, he couldn't touch the copper gourd, but he still enjoyed it and kept trying.

Song Ci didn't care about him, looked at the navigation, got off the highway, and slowly walked in the direction of Xiaji Village, Longxi Town.

When passing by Longxi Town, Xia Jiabao's attention finally took his attention away from the copper gourd and looked out of the car window.

"When I was young, my biggest dream was to look forward to my dad taking me to the market, because I could see a lot of things I had never seen before, such as fried breakfast in the gutter, steamed buns made of pork milk, and three fresh soup with freshness enhancer......"

"It's ridiculous to think about it now, but for me at the time, it was an unattainable dream......

"So when the teacher asked me about my ideals, I said that my ideal is to be able to have a home in the town......"

"Later, I learned that the high school was in the town, so I studied hard and was finally admitted to the town middle school, isn't this a ridiculous reason......

……

Song Ci rolled down the window and listened quietly, without interrupting the other party's words.

The town is very ordinary, almost no different from the town in Song Ci's hometown, and what Xia Jiabao said is actually very normal, some of which he had when he was a child.

Grandpa Song Ci would go to the town every Saturday to catch the market, and the market was to buy meat, at that time, their family ate meat once a week, don't think it was an exaggeration, the actual situation in the countryside was like this back then.

So catching up with the market has naturally become Song Ci's expectation, and grandpa will sometimes take him with him.

It's just that society is developing too fast, and in retrospect, it is like two worlds from the past.

The car quickly left the town and headed in the direction of Xiaji Village.

In fact, Xiaji Village is not far from Longxi Town, and it is only more than ten kilometers away, but for Xia Jiabao, who was still a child, this is an unattainable distance.

When he got out of town, Xia Jiabao didn't speak again, just looked out the car window in a daze, watching the vehicles pass by the villages.

"That's all there is to it, right? Where is your home located? Song Ci asked Xia Jiabao.

"The fourth house at the end of the village, go along this road and turn right at the intersection." Xia Jiabao's expression was quite complicated.

So Song Ci drove the car in the direction he was pointing.

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"Lao Xia, will you go to the field to spray pesticides on cotton in the afternoon?"

Sun Guixiang walked from the house to the door, Xia Baoguo was squatting under the eaves smoking at this time, looking at the road in front of the door, one after another, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Xia Baoguo is sixty-four this year, but he looks very old, and his hair is thinning, so he wears a blue cap all the year round, the hat has been washed a little white, and the brim is worn out, and the thread is a little turned out.

And Sun Guixiang is two years younger than Xia Baoguo, but he looks older than him, because his eyes are not good, so he always likes to squint at people, and his ears are not good, so he has been talking very loudly, but he doesn't realize it.

"Well, go to the fields in the afternoon."

Seeing her come out, Xia Baoguo said loudly, because it was not loud, Sun Guixiang couldn't hear it.

"Well, that's just time to dig up some potatoes and come back, and those potatoes in the field will rot in the ground if they are not harvested."

"Got it."

This is the case in rural areas, where what you grow can't be eaten, and basically rots directly in the ground.

Sun Guixiang didn't hear Xia Baoguo's answer later, but he could probably guess what he said, turned around and went back to the house, and quickly walked out with two small wooden stools, one handed to Xia Baoguo, and the other sat down by himself.

Xia Baoguo stuffed the small wooden stool under his buttocks and continued to smoke.

Sun Guixiang also didn't speak, just sat silently next to him, a rural person, and he didn't have much culture, so he wouldn't say anything nice or comforting.

But for many years as a husband and wife, as long as she sat there, Xia Baoguo understood what she meant.

The couple doesn't have much ability, and they are ordinary farmers who have been digging in the fields all their lives.

There is definitely no money to ask for, so it can only be said that there is no need to worry about food and starvation, but the couple has two sons, the eldest son is filial and the younger son is smart.

The eldest son did not study well since he was a child, went out to work early, and often sent money back to subsidize them, and he is still in his thirties and has not yet married.

And the youngest son is smart, he has been studying since he was a child, and he has not let them worry about anything in elementary school, middle school, high school, and college, and it has always been their pride.

So they also like their youngest son very much, and they are especially spoiled.

Xia Jiabao is also the proudest thing in Lao Xia's life, chatting with people, opening and closing his mouth, it must be how our family treasure......

But until that incident, even now, they didn't understand why their son borrowed so much money, how he borrowed it, and where he spent it......

The couple felt as if the sky had fallen.

Sun Guixiang cried night after night, except for complaining about her own miserable life, she couldn't even find the object of complaining.

But Lao Xia Xia reported to the country like no one, busy every day, inside and outside the house, except for smoking, he was doing his own work.

About two months later, Sun Guixiang slowly came out of her grief, after all, people are still alive, and if they are alive, they must live.

But Sun Guixiang knew that Xia Baoguo had changed, he had become taciturn, his addiction to smoking had become greater, and he never mentioned his son's affairs to anyone again, and he never came out again.

The two of them sat quietly like this, watching the way in front of the door.

As if expecting the familiar figure, it suddenly appeared at the intersection and appeared in their sight.

Laughing and groaning, he walked up to them and shouted to them, "Dad, Mommy......"

The afternoon sun fell on them, not making them feel much warmth, but the slightest cool breeze, along the seams of their clothes, into the clothes, made them feel a little cold, but also a little cold.

Until a car appeared in their sight, heading towards their doorstep.

Lao Xia threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, stood up with some doubts, brought down the wooden stool, and made a noise.