Two days later, the Ran family courtyard.

Yang Xiaotao looked at Ran's mother and Ran Qiuye who kept stuffing things into their luggage, and he and Ran Jiao smiled bitterly.

The two of them stood in front of the ordinary car, lighting cigarettes, facing the nascent sunshine, facing each other in silence.

"Now that I'm gone, the family will depend on you!"

"Dad, don't worry, I'm here!"

Ran's father nodded, very satisfied with his eldest son-in-law.

If you have the ability to take care of your family, you can say something that you don't want to admit, that you are better than him.

Ran's father stretched out his hand and beckoned Ran Xinrui to come forward. The little girl's eyes were red, but she tried not to let the tears fall.

"Little sister, help your mother take care of you at home, and study hard. Study the books your father gave you."

Ran Xinrui nodded, "When I finish learning, I'll find you."

"Okay, when the time comes, dad will take you to see something better."

Ran Xinrui nodded.

Then he looked at Ran Hongbing and said, "Xiaobing, dad is out working. You are the oldest man in Ran's family. You have to take care of this family."

Young Ran Hongbing nodded affirmatively, and Ran's father smiled and said, "When you are admitted to junior high school, dad will give you a bicycle."

"real?"

"Guaranteed to be true."

"Oh, great."

A few people were chatting and laughing, and Ran's father said goodbye to the people in the courtyard again. There was a little more laughter at the scene, which dispersed the sadness of separation.

Ran's mother put a big bag in the car, and Ran Qiuye prepared delicious food, brought gifts, packed a big bag and put it in the car. Finally, Yang Xiaotao took a bag from the car, which contained three cigarettes and three bags of tea.

There were also two bottles of wine, which were put in the car, filling the back seat of the jeep.

"Okay, it's getting late, it's time to go." Ran's father handed the Dragon Boat Festival to Ran Qiuye, looked at his wife again, and prepared to get in the car.

"Dad, take this with you." Yang Xiaotao thought of something, took out a photo from his pocket and handed it to Ran's father. It was a family photo of several people at eleven o'clock.

This time, no one is missing from the family portrait.

Father Ran took it, nodded, waved to a few people, and then said, "Take care of yourself."

He glanced at Ran's mother again, "Wait for my news!"

"gone!"

The car started and slowly exited the alley.

Then disappeared from sight.

"Let's go home. Ran's mother hugged Duanwu and smiled at everyone. Tears also fell from the corners of Ran Qiuye's eyes, and she walked towards the courtyard with her child in her arms.

The uncle in the courtyard also came forward to comfort him.

"It's okay. The men in my family are here to build the country. We are a glorious family."

Ran's native language was filled with pride, but he buried the reluctance deep in his heart.

"Chief, actually there is still half a month left."

Xiao Wang on the jeep finally spoke.

The time he mentioned that night was deliberately explained by Ran Wen.

Ran's father placed the photo close to his body, "I know, I know!"

Then he looked outside the car and said, "I'm afraid that after a long time, I won't be able to lift my feet."

When Xiao Wang heard this, his eyes filled with tears.

"An Gong is back."

"Ah, I'm back."

"I haven't seen An Gong for a while!"

"Yeah, I'm busy at work! I just got off work!"

On the street, the yellowed dirt road occasionally stirred up dust under the feet of pedestrians.

The low houses on both sides resisted the attack of fallen leaves in the autumn wind, and then were swept ruthlessly into Galali.

An Gong who spoke was wearing work clothes and carrying a bag in his hand. He was polite to the people around him from time to time. The middle-aged man was An Zhongsheng, a worker at the steel factory in the town.

skilled worker.

An Gong came to the town from the city many years ago, started a family here, and took root here.

People around him didn't know much about his past. Even in the steel factory, few people knew about it. Everyone only knew that An Gong was dressed unusually when he came.

But now, it has been integrated here.

And in An Gong's heart, everything that happened in the past was deeply buried in his heart.

Steel plant technician, this is his current position.

At that time, he also followed his superiors to go out to see the world. After returning home, he was full of enthusiasm and ambition.

Unfortunately, the national situation is such that during difficult times, everyone is more concerned about having a full stomach.

As a result, the original plan was shattered by reality, and the years passed by. I could only bury my heart deep in my heart and rush around for life.

Walking through the street and looking at the familiar stone wall at the corner, the joy on the man's face became even more urgent.

After being away for more than half a month, I finally came home.

After passing through the alley, he quickly came to the familiar wooden door. An Zhongsheng gently exerted force, and with a creak, the door opened.

The two little boys who were playing in the yard looked up and were instantly surprised.

"dad."

"Dad is back."

"Mom, dad is back."

Soon the yard was filled with the screams of children.

A woman with a slightly yellow complexion also walked out of the room. The traces of time appeared on her face. Her simple face showed a touch of joy. She spread the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, stretched out her hand to wipe it on her apron, and stepped forward with a smile.

"came back."

"Um."

An Zhongsheng picked up the two boys, looked at his wife and said seriously, "Back!"

"Come on, let's go into the house!"

"Big Tiger, Little Tiger, come down quickly!"

The woman stepped forward, took An Zhongsheng's bag, and urged the child to come down, for fear of tiring the man.

The man didn't care and walked back into the house with the child in his arms.

"dad!"

As soon as he entered the door, the owner of the house walked out of a girl with a pencil in her hand. When she saw her father, she rushed towards her.

An Zhongsheng put down his son and patted his daughter on the shoulder, "Xiao Feng has grown taller, and her braids have grown again!"

The woman entered the room and smiled, "Last night before I went to bed, I was holding my fingers and thinking about you, and I almost shed tears..."

"mom…"

The family is having fun.

There was an extra piece of cabbage at home for dinner. It had no meat but a little bit of starch. The children ate it quickly. An Zhongsheng shared his bowl with the three children. When the woman saw it, she quickly said that there was still more and she could just let the man eat.

But the man didn't speak.

He had been home for half a day, and he knew everything about the situation at home. The noodle vat was almost at its bottom, and he had no choice of dishes. He could eat whatever was available.

A small can of oil, how much it was before you left home, is still very little when you come back.

It’s not that I don’t eat oil at home, but it’s bitter to say it.

My wife comes from a peasant family and is used to living in poverty.

Every time you stir-fry, use wet chopsticks to dip into the pot twice before stir-frying again.

Over time, the water on the chopsticks entered the jar, and there was oil on top of the water below. It looked like a lot, but it was just a layer of oil on the top.

An Zhongsheng ate two steamed buns, the children went to study in the house, and the couple began to talk about their home life.

"Last week, Aunt Wang left."

"From the street?"

An Zhongsheng thought of the old lady who looked very energetic, picking up rags in the town all day long for her two grandsons.
To be continued...