Back in the office, of course, Wang Baoyu didn't forget to call Feng Chunling, and told her what happened just now, and asked her not to admit it no matter when.

Feng Chunling naturally obeyed Wang Baoyu's arrangement, but she couldn't help but be a little emotional, and under Wang Baoyu's sweet words, Feng Chunling still recovered her spirit and said that she wanted to go back in the afternoon. Wang Baoyu said that he would not send her, and now at this time, he must avoid suspicion.

Half an hour later, Wang Baoyu called the village branch and told his family that he would go back for the New Year today, and then he finally set foot on the road back to his hometown. Still like in the past, I stopped an ox cart at the intersection to go back to Dongfeng Village, sat for a while and walked for a while, this mountain road that I don't know how many times I have walked, this time it seems so long.

Wang Baoyu was impatient to sit on the ox cart, and the two buttocks hurt as if they were about to bloom! He couldn't help but secretly swear in his heart that when Lao Tzu really had money, the first thing he would do was to repair this road and let it open to traffic!

It was really boring, so Wang Baoyu briefly chatted with the old farmer about the current situation of Dongfeng Village, knowing that since he left, Dongfeng Village was still the same, and nothing happened.

When it was almost dark, Wang Baoyu finally saw the appearance of Dongfeng Village, among the snow-capped mountains, a field of low houses, only cooking smoke and dog barking, bringing a trace of vitality to the village. Everything is as usual, and there seems to be something missing, which makes people feel very relieved.

Oh, it's missing Qian Meifeng's waiting. When she used to go home, Meifeng pushed the bicycle she gave her every time and waited at the entrance of the village. And every time, a kind of happiness will rise in his heart, and his pace will inevitably speed up, and finally the two young people will go home together holding hands.

And this time, I haven't been home for so long, why didn't Meifeng come to pick her up? Could it be that she really changed her mind? Wang Baoyu guessed a little upset, and he felt bored walking alone.

Wang Baoyu walked on the embankment of the Dongqing River, looking at this Dongqing River full of childhood fun, it seemed so cold and narrow, I couldn't help but feel a sadness in my heart, everything will become a distant memory, and the steps of life do not know where it will take you.

Along the embankment, Wang Baoyu soon saw his home, three low small earthen houses, a wooden gate full of traces of time, and a pressurized water well in the yard, all of which made Wang Baoyu's heart suddenly rise a sense of loss, this is his familiar home, but it feels very strange, as if this is just a dream scene.

"Dad, mother! I'm back! Approaching the door of the house, Wang Baoyu shouted vigorously, wanting to release his various complex emotions.

"Baoyu, my son, you're back." With a cordial call, Lin Zhaodi appeared at the door of the house, holding a big bowl in her hand, and the indescribable surprise on her face was the best welcome to Wang Baoyu.

Wang Baoyu's nose was sour, and she quickly stepped forward and grabbed Lin Zhaodi's hand, and shouted: "Mother, I'm back, my son misses you very much." ”

"My mother misses you too!" Lin Zhaodi's eyes were a little tearful, she looked at Wang Baoyu carefully, touched Wang Baoyu's hair caressingly, and said, "Baoyu, you have lost weight, are you not good at eating outside?" ”

"Mother, I'm fine, everything is fine. Where's my dad? Wang Baoyu said with a smile, but he felt that Lin Zhaodi looked a lot thinner than before, and there were more gray hairs on her head.

"The son who has a good life finally thinks of going home." While the two were talking, Jia Zhengdao heard Wang Baoyu's voice and walked out of the east house with a smile. There is no doubt that Wang Baoyu is now his greatest pride, who sees Jia Zhengdao in Dongfeng Village, does not nod and call Master Jia, even those village cadres are respectful.

"Dad, you still look so good." Wang Baoyu said with a smile, Godfather Jia Zhengdao has indeed not changed much, he feels a little fatter, he still has a long beard, and he looks like a fairy wind and bones.

"Your father is not at home now, and someone will invite you at the end of three days, I don't know what kind of heart these people have." Lin Zhaodi muttered dissatisfiedly.

"What's your heart? It's not that I'm a living immortal, and I can help them avoid evil. Jia Zhengdao said with his chest straight.

"I know very well what you do, they just want to have a relationship." Lin Zhaodi refuted Jia Zhengdao's statement, with some disdain in her tone.

Jia Zhengdao said indifferently: "What's wrong with the relationship?" Others have this relationship to let people pull away, not everyone is blessed to raise a good son! ”

Lin Zhaodi burst out laughing and said, "If you are not serious, what kind of son has to call you Dad, Baoyu is not the same Baoyu as before!" ”

"Long hair, short vision." Jia Zhengdao said, dissatisfied with Lin Zhaodi's statement. Maybe it was because he hadn't been home for too long, Wang Baoyu felt that his godfather and godmother were quarreling and very kind, he pulled his godfather, and said while walking into the east house: "Dad, I know your ability to see feng shui, speaking of which, my son is still your apprentice!" ”

"Or my son can speak, how can he be like your mother, he has been doing this since he was young, and he can't get over it if he doesn't hurt me a day." Jia Zhengdao said with a smile and entered the East House with Wang Baoyu.

On the kang in the east room, there is still a familiar kang table, and a few side dishes have been placed. Lin Zhaodi stretched out half of her body from outside the door and asked, "Baoyu, what do you want to eat?" Mother will do it for you. ”

"I'm really very slanderous about the braised pork made by my mother, that's called a fragrant!" Wang Baoyu said with a smile.

"I've prepared it for a long time, wait, it'll be fine in a while, let's eat something hot." Lin Zhaodi happily agreed and went to the kitchen.

"Baoyu, come, take a seat!" Jia Zhengdao smiled and gave way.

Wang Baoyu waved his hand again and again, and said dissatisfiedly: "Dad, you are cold to me!" If I let my neighbors know, I won't be poked in the back by the back! ”

Jia Zhengdao stroked his beard with satisfaction and sat down first. Wang Baoyu took off his shoes and got on the kang, sat on the edge of the table opposite with Jia Zhengdao, grabbed a handful of peanuts and put them in his mouth and chewed them.

Wang Baoyu feels that it is still comfortable at home, there is no need to have so many scruples, eat when you want, sleep when you want, it is completely an expression of natural nature.

"Dad, all the New Year's goods at home are ready, right?" Wang Baoyu asked.

"It's all right, I bought a lot of things for the steel egg yesterday and sent it over, and it is estimated that it will be no problem to eat until the second day of February." Jia Zhengdao said with satisfaction.

Wang Baoyu then asked, "What else do you have to clean up at home?" ”

Jia Zhengdao poured Wang Baoyu a full wine glass and said, "Since entering the Layue Gate, Meifeng has been busy with your mother, and everything has been cleaned up. You just have to eat and drink well, and you don't have to worry about anything. ”