After the activities in the village were over, Jiang Yulou dragged his tired body home.

At home, his mother Li Xiulian has stewed his favorite mutton soup for him.

In such a cold winter, who can refuse a bowl of fragrant, steaming mutton soup?

After drinking a bowl of mutton soup, he felt that the whole person had become warm and comfortable.

Li Xiulian said kindly: "You kid, drink slowly, and no one will rob you." ”

"Mom, it's your stewed mutton soup that's so delicious." Jiang Yulou did not hesitate to praise himself.

Her own children like to drink their own stewed soup, and Li Xiulian said happily: "There are many more in the pot, if you want to drink, Mom is serving you a bowl." ”

"One more bowl." Jiang Yulou wiped his mouth and raised the bowl in his hand.

Li Xiulian happily went to serve soup to her baby son, Jiang Jianguo and Jiang Yuanchao were also very happy, grinning.

After the meal, the family sits together.

How long has it been, how long has it been since the family has lived happily. It's been so long that Jiang Jianguo hasn't closed the smile on his face since his youngest son came home.

Jiang Jianguo was holding a cup of steaming tea in his hand, the tea was brought back from Yanjing by his youngest son, saying that it was black tea, which was good for the stomach.

Lao Jiang actually doesn't care about these, as long as it is given by his son, he likes it.

There was a deep anticipation in his eyes, because he knew that soon he would be able to listen to his son talk about his college life in Yenching.

Jiang Yulou knew that his family had long wanted to know how he was doing in Yanjing, so he didn't hide it, and told what happened vividly.

He has a talent for storytelling, and he always makes the most ordinary things come alive and interesting.

Jiang Yulou began to tell the story of what happened in Yanjing, and his language was vivid and expressive. He talked about his poetry collection, which was very popular, said that the novel he wrote won the national award for the best complete novel, and finally he also talked about how he bought a house in Yanjing with manuscript fees.

Except for Tang Yuewen's matter, almost everything else was said.

The Jiang family listened carefully, and they would be deeply proud of Jiang Yulou's achievements. Especially the eldest brother Jiang Yuanchao, he feels that his younger brother has lived up to his efforts over the years, and it can be regarded as fulfilling his college dream.

"That's pretty much it." After Jiang Yulou took a sip of water, he said seriously: "Dad, Mom, big brother, after the winter vacation, I want you to go to Yanjing with me to live." ”

"What? Going to Yanjing? Don't go, don't go! Your mother and I have been farmers all my life, what do you do in Yanjing, it will cause you trouble. Jiang Jianguo couldn't stop shaking his head, and then he looked at Jiang Yuanchao again: "Your eldest brother is still young, and if he can help you, you can take your eldest brother to Yanjing." ”

"Mom, Dad, big brother, I have money now, a proper 10,000 yuan household. Even if you don't do anything, I can support you for the rest of your life. Jiang Yulou persuaded.

"Life in Shanghe Village is too hard, I swore before I went to Yanjing that as long as I stabilized in Yanjing and had my own house, I would take you over to enjoy the blessings. Now that I have this condition, do you want to see that I break my oath? ”

"Oh, you little kid, what are you swearing." Li Xiulian said distressedly.

Jiang Yuanchao said: "Mom and Dad, since Lou Wa has already made up his mind, let's listen to him." ”

Jiang Jianguo was a little hesitant, his son's filial piety was commendable, and he and his wife were naturally moved. But suddenly leaving the hometown where I have lived for half my life is not a decision that can be made instantly.

Jiang Yulou couldn't see his parents' hesitation, and said harder: "Mom and Dad, I will definitely settle in Yanjing in the future." In the future, if you reach the age of talking about marriage, you can't let the matchmaker go all the way from Yanjing to Shanghe Village. ”

"What, Lou Wa, do you have a partner?" A huge surprise suddenly struck, and Liu Xiulian's voice trembled.

Jiang Yulou's face was embarrassed, and he said, "Ahem, I mean if, if." ”

"Old man......" Li Xiulian tugged at his wife's sleeve.

Jiang Jianguo frowned, the decision of "this ......" is too difficult to make, but the marriage of the youngest son is not sloppy.

He also thought about it, if the youngest son wants to marry the daughter of a worker's family in the future, and his family still lives in Shanghe Village, wouldn't it be the wrong family, and if a good marriage is yellow because of this, how can it be good?

However, what if their family went to Yanjing?

He can only farm the land, and nothing else.

After a while, he sighed and said, "I'll think about it." ”

Jiang Yulou also knew that he couldn't be too anxious, besides, the winter vacation was still long, and he still had a lot of time to do work.

At night, Jiang Yulou lived in his bedroom after a few months of absence. Although I haven't stayed for a long time, the room is still very clean.

There was no change in the furnishings, what he was before he left, and what he still looked like when he came back.

The only thing that has changed is the quilt, which has been replaced with a new one, heavy and warm.

In fact, the earthen houses in rural Shaanxi are very comfortable to live in winter, because every household burns kang, and the house is warm, even if you wear short-sleeved shorts, it will not be cold.

The only downside is that it's too dry, but that's not a disadvantage in the north.

After taking out the change of clothes and manuscripts, he cleaned up and wrote a letter to Tang Yuewen, and then began to continue his writing career.

For many days after that, he locked himself up at home and immersed himself in writing, and the characters and outline of the new book were completed as early as when he was in Yenching, and now all he needs to do is create specific story content.

Writing a novel is a very hard thing, especially in this day and age, it is not easy to get a typewriter.

There is no way, for the sake of small money, in order to change the future of the family, he has to work hard. From morning to night, apart from eating and sleeping, it can be said that there is no time to rest at all.

Moreover, the new work is different from the previous works, which is adapted by him with neon films.

He probably remembered the direction of the plot of the original version, but the novel and the movie were different, and the backgrounds of the two countries were different, which required him to recreate according to actual needs, which increased the difficulty of writing the novel.

The original work has 110,000 words, and after he creates it for the second time, the number of words will not be less.

Fortunately, Jiang Yulou really likes to write, and he also has a great sense of accomplishment when he sees the story in his heart appear on the manuscript.

On this day, because a person has been bored for too long, he writes dizzily.

He knew that this would not work, and that he had to relax, otherwise his body would not be able to bear it.

So, he put down the pen in his hand and walked out of the house.

Breathing in the fresh air outside, although the weather was still cold, his mood was inexplicably much better.

"Yuewen, without me in Yanjing, are you doing well?"

Jiang Yulou looked in the direction of Yanjing, stunned.