I've done whatever I want

Chapter 163
Knowing that his son was coming back today, Xin Yang suppressed his excitement.

Sitting in the small yard of the farmhouse, the golden autumn sun shone silver on his gray hair. He was already over 50 years old, and he was obviously invincible to the ravages of time.

Xin Yang was already 35 and six years old when he got married. In rural areas, if he has not married a wife at this age, he is considered a quasi-five-guarantee household. The family is destitute, and it is definitely not easy to marry a wife and give birth to Xin Tong.

Seeing his mother-in-law waiting for his son at the entrance of the village early in the morning, he rummaged through the boxes and found a pair of old, gray clothes without holes to put on. There was joy on his face, but nothing fundamentally changed. He looked the same. The old guard dog is no different.

The black plows of time have plowed ravines on his face, and the demonic wind of history has blown his originally lush hair into thin pieces. Xin Yang looks much older than his actual age.

Undoubtedly, today is a day of great joy. The son who has been away for more than a year has returned from the bustling city of Shanghai. Can Xin Yang be unhappy?The joy in a person's heart can always be seen from his actions. After resting in the small farmyard for a while, he immediately threw himself into the intense work. The plow moved to the corner outside, and clean water was brought from the well to scrub the Eight Immortals table.

After a while of tossing around, the few broken mud houses with small spaces were decorated clean and refreshing.

Seeing that his son had not come back yet, he went out of the house, vigorously patted the dust on his body with his hands, and swept his gray hair with his hands. Under the golden sun, waves of immortality immediately rose up around him. fog.

This is already the cleanest look he has ever worn, even for the Spring Festival.

He looked around, moved a long wooden bench, crossed his legs for the first time in his life, took out a pack of filter cigarettes from his pocket, lightly struck a match, squinted his eyes, and enjoyed it pumped up.

After a while, green smoke curled up from his head.

On weekdays, he smoked dry cigarettes vigorously, and he often had chest heaving and coughing, but filter cigarettes were different. After filtering the tar with excessive nicotine, it lingered in his body and soothed his haggard lungs, without obvious side effects.

In the chicken coop in the corner, a big rooster sang loudly from time to time. Xin Yang glanced at it and felt ridiculous in his heart. What else do you have to do when you are locked in a cage?The young master is back. I'm sorry, but today is the end of you. Your delicious chicken wings will be placed on the Eight Immortals table.

The big rooster didn't know the master's sinister thoughts. Seeing a beautiful hen approaching, the big rooster was delighted and sang loudly again physiologically.

Xin Yang stood up and looked at the sun. He didn't have a watch, so he judged the time by the height of the sun.

Seeing that it was still early, he lit another cigarette.

In the space of about a pack of cigarettes, a continuous noise sounded not far away, breaking the tranquility of the countryside.

Xin Yang didn't pay attention to the noise at first. Under the influence of cigarettes, his brain was active and he had been carefully imagining the scene of meeting his son Xin Tong.

It had been more than a year since he had seen his tall and handsome son. As a kind-hearted father, he did not expect Xin Tong to become famous in the big city of Shanghai. He had graduated from high school and was not deeply involved in the world, so he was thankful that his son could support himself.

Yes, for a poor family, how far can he think?

In his barren brain, it is his greatest ideal for the rest of his life that his son can live stubbornly!
When they met again, the image of shaking hands popped into his mind. Should he shake hands first?
After much deliberation, he felt that shaking hands was not appropriate.

So what to do?

Pat him on the shoulder?

Or pass him a filter cigarette?

Or hold him in your arms?
Xin Yang was imagining carefully while smoking filter cigarettes quietly. A smile unknowingly appeared on his rugged face full of ravines. The wild lilies have also had spring.

As the noisy sound became louder and louder, rolling like thunder from the sky in the countryside, Xin Yang was not a golden man and could not remain indifferent. He stopped thinking and searched for boring life memories. Such noisy sounds had not appeared for a long time. After that, it usually comes with grand events in the countryside.

What happened in the village today?

I have never heard of anyone getting married!
I haven't heard of anyone organizing a big birthday!

Could it be that the leaders of Yuezhou came down to understand the sentiments of the people?
He vaguely remembered that a few years ago, when the leaders of Yuezhou came to inspect their village, Xinjiazhuang jeeps roared by, and the crowds of onlookers were like walls, and the noise was no different from that of a bazaar.

impossible!impossible!He immediately denied it.

When leaders from Yuezhou come to inspect, the village chief will inform everyone several days in advance. What can be reported to the leader and what should not be said nonsense? The village chief will greet everyone in advance.

Strange!

What happened today?

The noise is getting louder!

He couldn't help but stood up, stretched out his neck and looked outside. When he saw it, his neck shrank, which shocked him.

Under a lush old camphor tree, a young man with a jade-like face walked in the front. Xin Yang knew that it was his only son Xin Tong. Behind him were two people, one of whom was the recognized richest man in Xinjiazhuang. Jiang Hua, the first person in the village to drive a Santana car, and Xinba, the son of the village chief who is recognized as the most powerful in Xinjiazhuang, is also a rare college student in Xinjiazhuang.

His wife Wang Dongmei followed behind them, with a spring breeze rippling on her face.

Behind them are a group of farmers walking out of the crop fields. Some of them are even barefoot, and their calves are covered with mud from the rice fields.

The crowd was talking as they walked.

“I heard that Xin Tong’s monthly salary is over [-] yuan!”

"My son's part-time job is only 500 yuan a month. If he works for a year, my son will work for 20 years!"

"I really didn't expect Xin Tong to be so promising!"

Could it be that he was dreaming a sweet dream?

Xin Yang patted the back of his gray head and felt a sharp pain. It seemed that what he saw before him was not false.

Is it old eyesight?
He blinked his eyes, and his eyes moistened a little. Under the automatic focusing of the eyeball optical system, his eyes widened physiologically, and the lens adjusted to the best focal length. He reconfirmed that there was nothing wrong, and he walked in the front of the crowd. It was his son whom he had been thinking about day and night. In today's situation, he was a bit like the county magistrate.

shocked!
Xin Yang suddenly became at a loss.

The several meeting scenarios that I conceived just now seem to be inconsistent with the scene in front of me.

He is over 50 years old and has quite a lot of experience, but now there is nothing he can do.

"Old guy, my son is back, why are you standing there in a daze?" Wang Dongmei shouted at the top of her lungs.

(End of this chapter)