"Two chiefs, this is where I live."

Ran's father led several people to the entrance of the courtyard and said hello to the neighbors.

Qian Lao looked around, but he looked familiar.

"Compared to the last time I came here, there's more of a human atmosphere."

"Old Qian, have you been here before?"

Mr. Wang said curiously, Mr. Qian nodded, "Yes, Comrade Lao Ran just came over at that time, and I came to have dinner."

"Okay, it turns out you two have been hooked up for a long time."

Mr. Wang pretended to be unhappy and then asked, "Who is there?"

Mr. Qian smiled, and Father Ran said at the side, "We all came from the northwest at that time and had a meal at home."

"In the past, we had Lao Li and Li Chengjun from the Seventh Machinery Department, Wang Zaijin from the Fourth Machinery Department, and Lao Zheng from the Third Machinery Department."

Mr. Wang counted them and said, "Yes, they are all elites. Why don't you call me?"

Qian Lao glanced at it and said, "I brought Fenjiu with me."

Mr. Wang stopped talking.

"Well, I was running around here and there."

"By the way, I also went to the machinery factory to catch the autumn wind, that guy, haha..."

Mr. Wang also became happy when he thought of the "good memories" at that time.

After coming back to his senses, he saw several people looking at him, and quickly put away his smile, then pretended to be carefree and looked around, "Well, this place is nice."

"I just like walking among people. If I take a walk after get off work, I will feel less irritable."

"Ahem."

"Of course, it's good to read a book when everyone is quiet in the middle of the night."

"Ha ha"

After hearing this, Father Ran and Mr. Qian turned to look to the side. This man must have misunderstood reading.

But before the three of them entered the courtyard, they saw another car coming not far away.

Usually, this kind of car is rare, so Ran and his father stood aside and waited.

When the car stopped, I saw a middle-aged man getting out of the passenger seat, then a fat old man getting out, and finally an old man with silver hair.

When Mr. Wang saw the person coming, he immediately smiled and said, "Old Tao, you are going out for a walk, and you ended up walking here."

Mr. Wang smiled, and Mr. Qian also saw the old dean and came forward to meet him.

When Mr. Tao saw that it was Mr. Wang, he immediately held out his hand in disgust, "Why do I meet you, a shameless person like you, here? When did you return my wine last time?"

"Hey, Old Taozi, how can I repay the wine I drank in my stomach?"

Mr. Wang said nonchalantly, "You can't let me..."

"Shut up!"

"Hahaha!!!"

Several people met each other, and finally Mr. Tao looked at Ran's father, stepped forward and stretched out his hand, and Ran's father quickly took it with both hands.

"Comrade Ran Zhiqiang, hello, hello."

"Hello, Chief!"

Ran's father still didn't understand what was going on, so he could only be polite.

The old dean on the side smiled and said, "We went to the courtyard, but we couldn't find him, so we asked around and came here."

Ran's father knew as soon as he heard that he was looking for Yang Xiaotao.

This kind of thing has happened countless times along the way, but I'm used to it.

"Xiao Tao should be in the courtyard, I'll ask him to come out right away."

"Hey! Lao Ran, what's your name? We just happened to go in for dinner together."

"What are you waiting for?"

Mr. Wang stopped Ran's father, winked at him, and then looked at Mr. Tao, "We're going to eat. You need to bring a gift."

As he spoke, his eyes glanced at the box held in the driver's arms.

Mr. Tao rolled his eyes, "You think everyone is just like you, waving their fingers."

"This wine must be from Lao Qian."

"If I were to let you go, you would have drank it all long ago."

"Haha, the one who knows me is Old Tao!"

"Fuck you~"

Then a group of people, led by Ran's father, walked into the courtyard.

Yang Xiaotao was watching the Dragon Boat Festival and the children in the courtyard pushing the cow. The two boys, both about the same age, were full of energy and pushed forward hard one by one.

A group of children were surrounding, shouting and cheering.

In the eyes of these children, there is no son of Mr. Yang or the son of the director.

In this courtyard, anyone who comes to play becomes a good friend.

A very pure friend.

The grandfather of the little boy on the side opened his mouth with few teeth and smiled happily. Seeing the child so lively, he kept sighing to Yang Xiaotao, saying that now the children have enough to eat.

In the past, when a young man lived in poverty and had two sons at home, the family had a tight life.

Yang Xiaotao nodded, although in his memory he had never been hungry during the Dragon Boat Festival. Even the children in the yard had rarely starved to death in the past two years.

But when he was a child, he knew what it felt like to be hungry.

Now listening to the old man talking about the past, it feels like it is happening before my eyes.

Several people were chatting, with laughter and rebuttals coming from time to time.

"Dragon Boat Festival, push your right foot forward as hard as you can, oh, don't go back."

"Harder!"

"Ouch~~"

Ran Hongbing, who was playing, was trying to help the Dragon Boat Festival when he suddenly felt a pain in his head, as if something had bounced off him. He hurriedly covered his head and turned around, just in time to see Ran's father's serious expression.

"Dad, dad~~"

After shouting twice, he hurriedly ran into the house.

"Mom, sister, dad is back~~~"

Yang Xiaotao stood up from the steps when he heard the noise, looked up, and his eyes shrank.

There are quite a few people here.

Without thinking too much, he quickly ran forward to greet him.

"dad!"

"Chief Wang."

"Hello, Chief Tao."

"Uncle Qian!"

"Old Dean."

"Lao Gao."

Yang Xiaotao ran up to him and said hello.

From beginning to end, I shouted one by one.

Everyone smiled and nodded. When they entered the yard just now, they saw Yang Xiaotao sitting there chatting with the old man. It was rare to see such a down-to-earth person.

"Xiao Yang, there's something wrong with your title."

When everyone was about to enter the house, Mr. Wang suddenly felt something was wrong. He waved his finger at Yang Xiaotao and said, "You call me and Lao Tao both leaders, but it's wrong to call me Lao Qian."

"Old Qian, when did he become your uncle?"

After Mr. Wang finished speaking, he looked at Yang Xiaotao.

"Oh, it's my fault, I called you the wrong junior."

"Uncle Wang, Uncle Tao, please come in quickly, please come in."

Yang Xiaotao immediately changed his title, and Mr. Wang laughed, "That's right."

Mr. Tao also smiled, "Don't listen to this guy's nonsense."
To be continued...