Age: My Small World

Chapter 329 Bad News

"Thank you, Brother Zhou."

Yang Jun nodded and took the letter.

"You're welcome. I find you two quite interesting."

As expected, it was written to him by Jiang Xueying.

After taking it out and reading it carefully, Yang Jun chuckled and said, "Looks like I don't need to go see Xiaoxue anymore."

In the letter, both of them said everything they could say, and he only needed to write a reply.

And to be honest, it's more comfortable for the two of them to write letters all the time, and they feel like close friends.

Especially when two people know each other well, the feeling is even deeper.

He turned and walked out of the school.

When he arrived at the school gate, Yang Jun couldn't help but look back at the school where he had stayed for three years.

The classrooms and playgrounds that I used to go to every day gradually appeared in my eyes.

If I leave this time, it may be a long time before I come back again.

Everything here will become the past, and every flower and tree will only become a corner of memory.

Yes, their shadows are still there in the corners.

Yang Jun had experienced such a scene before. Looking back on his junior high school, high school, and college, every school and every semester had its own bits and pieces integrated into it. The memories of the past did not disappear, but were buried with the passage of time.

Goodbye, my high school.

He said goodbye to it quietly.

Nanying Lane.

It was still the same door, but now there were more and more marks on it, indicating that Yang Jun came here more frequently.

"crunch~"

"Little bastard, why don't you come here now?"

Just by hearing the sound of the door opening, I could hear shouting from inside the house.

In the yard, Mr. Hu was rocking on a recliner, looking very comfortable.

As soon as he heard the door open, he knew it was Yang Jun coming without even opening his eyes.

"Master, you heard it again? Your hearing is really good."

Yang Jun approached the old man with a smile.

Not only has Mr. Hu not aged in the past two years, his gray hair has even recovered a lot, and his head has become black, making him look four or five years younger.

"It's because you come here too often, this old man has practiced it out."

Mr. Hu took away the palm-leaf fan, looked at him, and then covered it again.

"Tell me, what are you doing here today?"

"Well, my results are out, and I've secured admission to Jingcheng University, so I came to tell you the good news so you can share in the joy."

Mr. Hu suddenly straightened up and looked at Yang Jun with wide eyes.

"Did you really pass the exam?"

"Well, it's okay." Yang Jun looked indifferent, which made Mr. Hu almost want to pinch him.

"That's Jingcheng University. Even I've heard of it."

Mr. Hu couldn't help but swear.

"So what? This has always been my goal. It's not unusual for me to pass the exam."

Yang Jun has a photographic memory and has long understood that he is not an ordinary person. It would be ridiculous if he even failed the college entrance examination.

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to talk to you."

Mr. Hu doesn't know what Versailles means, otherwise he would have said something very funny to him.

"Okay, I'll go cook now. I'm in a good mood today, so I'll let you try something new."

In order to celebrate his apprentice's success in the college entrance examination, he decided to cook a delicious dish.

It was only because of the various ingredients sent by Yang Jun that it would be difficult to cook otherwise.

Under the personal control of Mr. Hu, several dishes were served on the table in a short while.

Add a bowl of rice and it's a hearty meal.

"Come and try the Beijing-style shredded pork with soy sauce that I made. This dish may look simple, but it's actually a Kung Fu dish that requires a lot of skill. Most people can't make it properly."

"It was because I was friends with the chef that I could not learn how to cook this dish. Otherwise, it would not be easy for me to learn how to cook this dish." While letting him taste the dish, she told him about her past.

Yang Jun took a bite and his brows couldn't help but relax.

"Huh? It's really good."

The old man's nervous heart suddenly calmed down. He stroked his beard and smiled, "Of course. I cooked this dish myself, there can't be any problems."

"If you like it, eat more. When you go to Beijing someday, maybe you can compare and see which one is better, mine or the one in the state-owned restaurant."

But when talking about this topic, both of them fell silent.

Yes, going to college requires going to the capital, which means that Yang Jun will have to leave for the capital soon.

Then all his life trajectories in this small town will gradually return to peace, and just like before, there will no longer be someone knocking on the door in Nanying Lane.

"Master, I'm done eating."

"Please eat slowly, I'll go back first."

Regarding Mr. Hu’s loneliness.

Yang Jun had some ideas in his mind, but he couldn't bring them up for the time being.

Moreover, the old man didn't even care about his aunt and wanted to come back to the small county town, which means that this place is very important to him, and he has to decide on a good way to get it done in one go.

Yes, he wanted to bring Mr. Hu to the capital as well.

The old man was almost sixty-five years old, and he didn't want to let the old man stay here alone.

"Go ahead, go ahead. You're disturbing my meal."

Mr. Hu looked impatient and waved him away.

In fact, when I looked at the bowl again, I didn't pick up any vegetables, I just ate some rice.

He himself felt a little complicated.

Yang Jun really left and went to Wei Ran's house.

We had agreed to go for dinner, but ended up going there after lunch. I hope I don’t scare her.

At Wei Ran’s home at this moment.

A strange woman was talking to her.

"Of course, just go back and take a look. Your mother's illness sounds quite serious. Don't let anything bad happen to her. I'll be with you then. Whatever nonsense they say, I'll help you scold your father."

"Aunt, my mom...is she okay?"

Wei Ran no longer had the energy he once had. He looked haggard, with tears dripping from his eyes.

The woman sighed when she heard this:
"I guess I miss you too. After all, you're the only one in your family. If you leave, the house will be empty."

"But don't worry too much. Your mother is just in too much pain from appendicitis. Just go back with her to the hospital for a minor operation. Then, come back with me the same way you went there. I'll see who dares to stop me."

The woman comforted Wei Ran and was quite close to him.

The two of them look somewhat similar.

"Well, auntie, I'll pack my luggage now and take the bus back in the evening."

"There's no need to rush. It's already afternoon and the bus won't wait. Let's go tomorrow morning."

The woman had no choice but to hold her back.

"Don't think too much tonight. Just have a good sleep. I'll pick you up tomorrow."

"I know, aunt."

The woman shook her head and walked away.

Wei Ran didn't get up to see her off, obviously still immersed in the bad news of his mother's illness.

She was suddenly awakened by a knock on the door.

Suffered.

Wei Ran quickly wiped the corners of his eyes and went to open the gate.

Outside the door, Yang Jun, who was about to make Wei Ran happy, was suddenly stunned, and then his anger rose instantly.

"Of course, who bullied you?!"

Wei Ran wanted to say something to reject him, and he was not in the mood to think about it anymore, but who would have thought that he would say this as soon as he opened his mouth.

Wei Ran, who had been thinking about everything, finally couldn't help being moved and sad. She threw herself into his arms, buried her head between his shoulders and neck, and cried bitterly, as if venting endless emotions.

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