Age: My Small World

Chapter 468 This is the taste of home

The new year arrives, accompanied by bursts of firecrackers.

Some families get up at five in the morning to set off firecrackers, which is really early.

Of course, some people stay up until daytime.

After dinner last night, the two families chatted for a long time and didn’t come back until late at night.

Although Yang Jun had only slept for four or five hours, he felt very energetic.

After getting up and washing up, he set out into the city.

Unexpectedly, when I went out, I saw Cheng Xiaoyu standing shyly at the door.

The chaotic footprints under her feet indicated that she had been there for a long time, but she didn't knock on the door before entering the house.

"Xiao Yu'er, why are you here?"

Yang Jun hurried over.

"Brother Xiaoshan, I just brought you some food because I was worried you would be hungry when you go to the city in the morning."

She smiled and took out two eggs and a steamed bun from her arms, both still warm.

"Be careful when you go out. The road must be difficult to walk on."

Yang Jun was naturally touched, but he said helplessly: "I already said I'll be back soon, don't worry."

"Well, then you go and come back early."

Cheng Xiaoyu did not insist on giving up like a little woman. Instead, she carefully checked his clothes, gloves, etc. before letting him leave.

The two waved goodbye, each with a different mood.

Cheng Xiaoyu was worried, while Yang Jun felt guilty.

Actually, he was going to pick up another woman, which was really unfair to Xiaoyuer.

With mixed feelings, Yang Jun came to the north gate to take the bus.

The buses are always running even when people are resting. Even on New Year's Day, there are people driving back and forth without worrying about not being able to get a ride.

There were not many people on the bus, only a few old men and women, carrying things in their hands, and it was unclear whether they were for their sons or daughters.

Many people did not go home during the Chinese New Year, and those who still stayed at their posts needed to be visited by their families.

Yang Jun likes this kind of atmosphere very much because the people around him are full of love.

As the times progress, people will become more and more cold-blooded towards each other, because technology brings coldness, not warmth.

In the early years, people could talk and laugh while riding in a car, but how many people can chat now?

The speed brought by high-speed rail and the communication brought by hand are without the hustle and bustle of the old iron train.

The old men and women were chatting, while Yang Jun was lost in thought.

Of course, there is the longing for Gu Nanke.

provincial capital.

In the yard of Zhuyun Lane, Gu Nan Ke didn't know that Yang Jun was on the way. At this moment, she was sitting in the yard knitting with a few balls of wool, while looking at her daughter who was making a snowman from time to time.

"My goodness, who are you piling on?"

Seeing the three twisted little men formed under Guaiguai's hands, Gu Nanke asked.

"This is mother." He pointed at one obediently.

“This is me.”

"What about the last one?"

"It's my uncle."

Gu Nanke was stunned by the sweet and childish voice, and then he couldn't help but think of that man in his heart.

I was away for half a year. Although I wrote letters back on weekdays, it was not as important as someone coming back.

She sighed and said, "Your uncle is probably still at home for the New Year. You'll be able to see him after a while."

"Do you miss your uncle?"

"Yes." The little girl smiled sweetly.

Gu Nanke also became happy: "Mom wants it too."

She continued knitting, picking it up from time to time to look at it, then frowning and thinking for a while, as if thinking about someone's height.

"I wonder if he's still growing. If he is, I'll have to make his clothes bigger."

It seems that the sweater in her hand was knitted for Yang Jun.

In the blink of an eye, it was noon and Gu Nan Ke began to call his daughter back to the house as it was time to cook.

The two of them didn't feel like celebrating the New Year at all, but she still prepared a few exquisite side dishes for Guaiguai so that her daughter could feel the joy of the New Year. Unfortunately, due to their special status, they couldn't go out to see the excitement of other people's homes and could only occasionally hear the sound of firecrackers.

The yard was lonely.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Gu Nan Ke, who was heating up the food, was dazed for a moment, then ran towards the gate at an astonishing speed.

"Mom, wait for me."

Guaiguai chased after her, but could only see her mother's back.

At this moment, there was only a crystal clear look in the woman's eyes.

She had memorized the secret codes between them for several years and knew she would not be mistaken. It was him who had returned.

"Creaky..." The lock inside the door was opened and Yang Jun pushed the door open and walked in.

Then he felt a warm feeling, and Gu Nan Ke had fallen into his arms.

"You...why are you here!" Thousands of words were condensed into this one sentence.

"I missed you, so I came to see you." Yang Jun stroked the woman's hair.

The dark and thick hair exuded a faint fragrance, which made his lungs, which were suffering from car exhaust fumes, feel refreshed.

"Uncle." She approached timidly, a little afraid to touch him.

Yang Jun smiled and picked her up, then sat her on his shoulders.

Gu Nanke had to stand up and give his seat to his daughter.

She looked at the two of them and suddenly smiled through her tears.

"Be good, don't crush your uncle."

Yang Jun pinched her cheek and said, "Is your man that fragile?"

Gu Nanke's heart melted when he heard this.

"I know you are powerful, come in quickly." She said angrily and happily, closing the door first.

Then he turned around and saw the two people, young and old, chatting happily.

One person walks in the snow, as steady as Mount Tai, and the other person sits on his shoulders like a red plum, smiling brightly, like a plum blossom in full bloom.

Isn't this what home looks like in her mind?

"You two, go slow." She was like a dedicated wife, carefully caring for the two of them.

inside the house.

After Yang Jun sat down, he put down the bag in his hand.

Then he picked up Guaiguai and held him in his arms.

"Did you miss your uncle, dear?"

Yang Jun kissed the little girl's forehead. The child was becoming more and more adorable.

The key is that Guaiguai is really well-behaved and pretty, completely different from her previous pale and skinny appearance, just like a doll.

"Yes, mother does too."

Guaiguai's words made Yang Jun look at Gu Nanke.

After not seeing her for half a year, the woman was still as beautiful as ever, as if time had left no trace on her.

But her eyes seemed to have experienced too much, and she was looking at him affectionately.

"What's wrong? Is my face stained?"

She touched her cheek in panic, afraid that he would see her in a bad state.

Yang Jun said in a gentle voice: "Just right, very beautiful."

"Nan Ke, thank goodness you're at home."

"Xiaoshan..." Gu Nanke had so many things to say to him.

But they were all suppressed.

"You just came back. You haven't eaten yet, right? I'll go cook for you."

She rubbed her eyes and wiped away the tears in her hands, not wanting him to see them.

But Yang Jun saw it clearly.

"Okay, let's eat first."

Hearing his words, Gu Nan Ke went to cook happily, and looked back at him from time to time, fearing that he would disappear from her sight again.

(End of this chapter)