Chapter 1145

Seventh Grandpa carried a small bag of snow-white, fluffy milk buns, and together with Seventh Grandma, swayed back to his home with the not-so-bright streetlights.

Compared to the lively Song Tan house, his old house, which had been there for decades, felt a chill as soon as he entered the courtyard.

The dark courtyard was empty, and even the lights in the corridor were old-fashioned tungsten bulbs from before.

The old couple fell silent instantly.

When Seventh Grandpa walked to the kitchen and pulled the light rope, the dim light reflected the small kitchen, and he was stunned, only then remembering that the buns should be put in the refrigerator.

And the refrigerator was in the living room.

Seventh Grandma sighed: "This house has been here for decades, it should be torn down."

"Yes," Seventh Grandpa was also melancholy: "It's just that I'm so old and still have to build a house, I feel uncomfortable in my heart."

"What's uncomfortable?" Seventh Grandma muttered: "In the city, you feel there's no place to farm. When you come back, I haven't seen you farm either. But such a big house is only for the two of us, and there's no warmth when we come back at night."

Building a small house for the old couple to live in wouldn't seem empty, and it would gather warmth. In winter, put a stove in the room, and when you come back at night, just grab a handful of dry firewood and stuff it in, wouldn't it be warm again?

Grandma muttered: "People's old-age rooms are built and decorated by children, but ours is..."

"This is our Qiming and Yueyue, right? Oh my, they look better than in the video... come, come, come, I heard you have a lot of cattle and sheep and drink a lot of milk, this was specially brought by Song Qiao Song Qiao from the pasture this morning..."

Early the next morning, Song Song Shuliang asked the front desk and successfully chartered a taxi.

After all, when he left, the mountain road was muddy and full of twists and turns. Now he thought it might be a cement road for every village, but how could it be, even the asphalt road was repaired?

Song Song Shuliang couldn't say anything else except for being embarrassed.

The two put the buns into the freezer, boiled a pot of water with the electric kettle bought after returning home, soaked their feet roughly, and then lay down.

"If we really can't walk tomorrow, should we go to the border thousands of miles away, or should he come back to serve us? It's better to rely on Song Qiao Song Qiao."

It was time to sleep. When his son came back tomorrow, he, as a father, had to let him know who was the father!

After speaking, he lay down again, then stared at the ceiling and sighed:

"Buddy, what are you doing in Yunqiao Village? Hometown?"

In Yun City, Ayiguli, who was staying in the hotel, looked at her two sleeping daughters and was complaining to her husband:

Song Song Shuliang laughed.

Kang Yuanlin didn't notice, and just threw the bag on the ground: "Dad! Mom! I'm back—where's my dad?"

"Oh, a distinguished guest has come, I haven't seen you visit for so many years!"

"Didn't we have WeChat calls during festivals? Seeing in the video is no different from the real person, and I've sent several red envelopes..."

But the daughter-in-law standing there with the two granddaughters didn't dare to speak, and they were the ones who often called him grandpa in the video, so Seventh Grandpa could only sigh, and then handed two bowls over:

"Buddy, how many years have you been out? How could you forget your own roots?"

"Oh, that's impossible! I know Yunqiao Village, the asphalt road was repaired this year, and the car drives very smoothly. I heard the municipal government is planning an electrical reform route after the New Year... tsk, I don't know whose incense was burned, how come good things happen to this village..."

But unexpectedly, there was no great excitement in her heart. She was originally afraid that she would shed tears and look useless. But now, looking at this familiar yet vicissitudinous man in front of her, her senses seemed to have dulled.

"The mutton skewers for barbecue are not delicious. We should have brought two more sheep for Dad."

Kang Yuanlin had accompanied his daughter for a day and was tired enough. He waved his hand indifferently while lying down:

"I'm also afraid that if I return to my hometown and want to take a car to the city, I'll have to walk very far, it's too troublesome. Anyway, my dad is not in a hurry for this moment, it just so happens that I've taken them to play for these few days, and it's just right to go back for the Little New Year tomorrow..."

"Yes." Song Song Shuliang nodded: "My dad is back in the village now, I'll bring the children back to see him during the New Year."

The wife thought for a while, but said regretfully:

"We should have gone back to see Dad first thing in the morning. For so many years, Qiaolepang and Afu haven't seen him, and I haven't seen him either..."

"It's not easy to bring." Song Song Shuliang was already sleepy, and muttered: "There are so many people during the Spring Festival, how can I bring them? Let's send it by express when we go back."

Seventh Grandpa was carrying a bowl and coming out of the kitchen:

Ayiguli looked at him, thinking he said the same thing last time, and later felt that express delivery was too expensive, and said, it's easy for ice to melt when sent back...

But, her husband said so, and for so many years, he had paid for his family with everything. Ayiguli thought and thought, and it wasn't good to say anything more, so she simply packed up and lay down.

At this moment, the driver's eyes looking at him were wrong.

He didn't make a sound, listened to the driver's chatter, and then when he entered the village, he was dumbfounded.

Unlike now, the courtyard is dark, and the house is dark. People are old, sleep is light, and they go to the toilet a lot, and the old wooden door creaks.

"Dad, you really! It's inconvenient for me to bring my family, but you can also come to see me, the scenery over there is very good."

Thinking about the large and small bags in addition to the buns brought today, Seventh Grandpa fell into a deep sleep with deep satisfaction.

And at this moment?

Seventh Grandpa thought it was the same, and then excitedly said to Seventh Grandma: "Did you see the picture I sent you last night? That's what I saw on Tremolo. The old-age room built by others, there are seats for bathing, and there are railings and armrests! Let's install one too, I see that Zhao designed the house for us and mentioned that..."

Kang Yuanlin listened in a daze, half-understanding.

He saw his wife still uneasy, and sat up: "You don't know! The road in our township is very difficult to walk, and it's not like our border side, which is all flat."

Seventh Grandpa rolled his eyes in his heart, thinking who is like them, they are like them.

"The city is developing fast, it feels completely different from when I left. If it weren't for the strategy, I wouldn't know where to take the children to play..."

Finally, he could only say those three words awkwardly.

"Dad finally saw his son." Seventh Grandma finally saw her son.

Seventh Grandpa looked at her: "Look at you, why are you mentioning him? The son is like a guest, what kind of affection is there?"

And at this moment, because of his return, the kitchen that hadn't moved for more than ten years in Seventh Grandpa's house rose with curling smoke again.

Kang Yuanlin accompanied his daughter for a day and was tired enough. He waved his hand indifferently while lying down:

"I'm also afraid that if I return to my hometown and want to take a car to the city, I'll have to walk very far, it's too troublesome. Anyway, my dad is not in a hurry for this moment, it just so happens that I've taken them to play for these few days, and it's just right to go back for the Little New Year tomorrow..."

"Yes." Song Song Shuliang nodded: "My dad is back in the village now, I'll bring the children back to see him during the New Year."