After waking up the next day, Jiang You and Lin Yu checked out of the room and took the train back to Tangjiang.

After getting out of the taxi with Jiang Mo in his arms, he took his luggage and looked up at the words "Cultural Street" on the stone tablet at the entrance. Jiang You let out a long breath and said, "I'm finally back."

He walked slowly home.

The weather is excellent.

The sun shines on the road.

When he walked to the door of Xiaofangzhai, Lao Yin, who was standing by the door smoking, saw Jiang You and said, "Are you back?"

"Yes." Jiang You walked up to Lao Yin.

"Is your son having fun?"

"He is so happy that he makes me very tired."

"He's over six years old, right?" Lao Yin glanced at Jiang Mo and threw the cigarette to the ground. "You have to let him walk more by himself. You can't hold him all the time."

"Did you hear that?" Jiang You said to Jiang Mo, "Come down and walk the rest of the way by yourself, okay?"

Jiang Mo turned his head and looked forward.

"Look at him," Jiang You sighed, "Forget it, while you can still hold him, I'll go back and put things away, and I'll come over for dinner later."

"Okay, I'll treat you to food today."

"Okay, I'll go there first."

"Go ahead."

He walked to the yard door, took out the key from his bag, and opened the door.

He heard the sound of pond water.

Caged in the sun, the two golden characters of "Insect House" shine brightly.

The weeds in the crevices of the bluestone road have grown much taller and are lush and green. The Jiarong flowers in the flower beds have failed to bloom, and their leaves have become fatter and darker in color. However, there are dots of red in the lush leaves of the pomegranate tree.

.

The camphor tree has grown taller and its trunk has become thicker.

Jiang You carried the box and stepped up the steps.

The door opened.

Jiang You put down the ginger powder.

He walked to the counter, threw his satchel on the counter, took a peanut candy from the candy bowl, and then sat in the soft chair. With the candy in his mouth, he looked through the store door to his yard and the people in front of the door.

Pedestrians going.

"It's better to be at home."

"Milk, everything in the refrigerator has expired. Let's go to the convenience store later." Jiang You yawned and closed his eyes.

A few minutes later, he said: "Classmate Xiaoya, I want to listen to music."

Classmate Xiaoya: "The network connection cannot be reached, please try again later."

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More than half an hour later, Jiang You sat down in Xiaofangzhai.

On weekdays, before dinner, he was the only customer in the store.

Lao Yin brought out a bowl of shredded pork noodles with pickled vegetables, a plate of fried pork chops, and a plate of fried wontons. He sat down opposite Jiang You.

Jiang You picked up the chopsticks, turned over the noodles, and then started eating.

Lao Yin looked at him and said, "Where have you been? You are so hungry."

Jiang You took a sip of soup, swallowed the noodles in his mouth, and said, "Chu City."

"Chucheng is pretty good. I've been there before, and the mutton soup there is delicious."

"Yes, I drank the mutton soup and ate donkey meat," Jiang You picked up a wonton and ate it in one bite. "But this time I went out for business, and I stayed in a hotel. No matter how good it is, it's not my own home," he said

He raised his head and glanced at Lao Yin, "I just sat at home for a while and I felt more at ease. Really, it's better to be at home. I won't go out this year."

"Where's your son? He didn't eat either, right?"

"He drank some milk and fell asleep."

Lao Yin picked up his chopsticks, picked up a piece of pork chop, dipped it in some soy sauce, and took a bite. "Lao Cai came to see you a few days ago. He saw that the store was closed, so he came to ask me."

"Lao Cai? Why is he looking for me?" Jiang You took out his phone and glanced at WeChat, "He didn't send me a message."

"It seems to be related to his niece." Lao Yin said.

"He is very fond of his niece."

"I heard what he meant," Lao Yin glanced at Jiang You, "it seems like she wants to talk to you again. Maybe the people she comes in contact with later don't think the conditions are as good as yours."

"No, no, I was alone at that time and I still had some ideas. Now I am living quite well with my son," Jiang You finished eating the noodles, "And little girl, it's troublesome."

"I think Lao Cai thinks so too, so I didn't contact you directly. Come to me first to inquire about the situation."

"I guess so. What did you tell him?"

"I said you just carry your son around every day and have nothing else to think about."

"That's right, I'm really tired this year."

"You really have no idea?"

"It's not like you don't know..."

"I know, I know, the bookstore proprietress."

"Is your son going to junior high school?" Jiang You changed the subject.

"Yes, next year, his brain will follow me and he will not be able to read," Lao Yin sighed. "Every time I have a parent-teacher meeting, I have to be left behind. The teacher told me that parents should not just think about making money, but also spend more.

Time belongs to the child, I think so, but where can I find the time? After the business ends every day, I have to clean up and prepare materials for tomorrow. When I go back, the kid has already gone to sleep. He hasn’t woken up in the morning, so I will come over.

Ready, my wife said our family is a widowed family, but I don’t care here, the family is drinking from the northwest.”

"Teacher, the environment is simple and easy to be idealistic."

"My wife thinks that I can hire someone so that I don't have to keep an eye on the store. But the cost of one person is that the store belongs to me and I care about it. Other people have different ideas from me.

Yes, they don't do it here anymore. You can go to other places. It's the same. So if I relax for a day or two, it may be fine. But as time goes by, the quality and taste will definitely be different. Once the reputation is bad, it will have to be restored again.

It was very difficult to get up. So I kept thinking about how to do it."

"Is your wife still working now?" Jiang You asked.

"She is actually suffering because she is not in school. The elderly at home are not in good health, so they all rely on her to take care of them." Lao Yin vomited his bitterness to Jiang You. "Last month, my mother kept complaining about dizziness. My wife went with her several times.

I went to the hospital and luckily everything was found to be fine, except that my blood pressure was high, and she knew I was working hard, that is to say."

Jiang You ate the fried wontons one bite at a time, "I'm not worried about my son. He will inherit my shop anyway and sell postcards. It doesn't matter if his grades are good or bad, as long as he can add, subtract, multiply and divide."

"If you say that now, you won't think so when he goes to school."

"No," Jiang You said confidently, "Besides, my son follows me, and all the teachers who have taught me like me very much."

"Will you still open this store this year? Half of this year will be over?"

"Let's open next week. The official business will start next Monday. I also plan to hold a painting exhibition for my son." Jiang You put down his chopsticks and sat back. "I've eaten enough. I lost weight a while ago."

The flesh has grown back again."

"You really have gained weight like a balloon when I watched you."
Chapter completed!