Jian Xingxing came up with a brilliant proposal, she shook her little feet, and said bravely.

Hey, that's a good idea.

There were no objections to the suggestion. So the question is back to the beginning, so who should start this year?

"So this year I voted to spend the New Year at home, and then we will go to my grandparents' house next year, okay? We've been to my grandparents' house for the summer, so let's play at home this summer."

Jian Xingxing is very good at being a middleman, the feelings of all parties are taken into account, and her words are reasonable and convincing, Zheng Xiuxiu feels that what Jian Xingxing said is also reasonable, she has already returned home during the summer vacation, and it is fair that she should stay here during the winter vacation.

And if she goes to college, she will have less time to meet Yan Weimin and the children, and her parents won't think much about it, but it is difficult to guarantee that Yan Weimin will also give birth to her idea of not wanting him, and it will be difficult to do it at that time, so in the end, Zheng Xiuxiu also voted to celebrate the New Year at home, and this matter was decided.

When Zheng Xiuxiu conveyed this decision to her parents, she was very dissatisfied.

"What are they doing? Aren't we all accepting of them? What's wrong with wanting them to come here for the New Year and live a good life? He likes to endure hardships himself, so don't drag our family Xiuxiu to endure hardships with him."

Zhuang Ruijing was very unhappy for a while, and Zheng Wenji and Zheng Qiwai, father and son, were no exception, they were all ready for a family reunion, but they suddenly couldn't come, which was really disappointing.

"Isn't it? And now that he can take the university entrance examination again, when Xiuxiu goes to college, Yan Weimin, a rural farmer, will be even less worthy of our family Xiuxiu, and if he is not considerate, what can I do?

If Xiuxiu hadn't been able to give birth, I wouldn't have agreed to them being together."

The Zheng family brought up the old things again, and regretted it, but in fact, they didn't necessarily have to have children...

Zheng Xiuxiu's family didn't know that her parents and brother's thoughts were shaken again, they were happily preparing for the New Year, and on the other side, a strange man was coming this way.

He had come from the capital, and had come to this little place by train, because there was the man they were looking for.

An uncle who has been separated for many years and has never met.

Yan Kun was carrying a black briefcase, his eyes glanced at the dilapidated train station, and then he got off the train without any expression, he got out of the train station, and then began to ask for directions.

"Hello, do you know how the Shinonome production team goes?"

"Dongyun, go all the way down this road, turn left at the first intersection, then go straight, turn right when you reach the second intersection, and you can see it after walking a little further."

The person who was asked for directions was very enthusiastic to show him the way, that is, he was a little curious about what this person was here for, he was dressed differently from them, he looked like a rich man, obediently, and the bag he was carrying was also like leather, oily and slippery, unbelievable, it must be very expensive.

"Hey, you're going to find it..."

"Okay, thank you."

Yan Kun didn't wait for him to be curious, he had already finished thanking him, and walked straight away, and walked out of the distance with his long legs. He has a high nose and big eyes, a mature and cold face, and wears a black windbreaker, which is lifted by the wind when he walks, looking handsome and neat.

He walked according to the instructions, and after walking for more than half an hour, he turned around and cornered, and finally saw the sign hanging at the entrance of the village of the Shinonome production team, hoping that everything would go well and that he could fulfill his grandfather's wishes.

The man raised his feet and walked into the village without hesitation.