I even wanted to cut my hair into the same student style as my classmates.

Her mother would get up early every day to comb her hair. Her movements were very gentle and her long hair seemed very obedient in her hands and would become smooth as soon as she combed it.

This puzzled Fu Jingshu for a while.

Coming to the kitchen, I recalled the scene of their family making dumplings here.

Fu Qinshan’s hands could pinch silver needles, but he couldn’t tame a tiny piece of dough and was always unsuccessful in wrapping them.

Even if it's not broken, it's still ugly.

But even so, he would still join in when they were busy in the kitchen.

It was like he was deliberately using his clumsiness to make them laugh.

Every Chinese New Year, the laughter in the kitchen always revolved around Fu Qinshan’s clumsy hands.

Fu Jingshu came to the tree again, waved away the others, and slowly stood up holding the handrail.

She put her forehead against the tree trunk and said with a smile: "I'm back..."

After more than 20 years, standing in this small courtyard again, I have an indescribable sense of homecoming.

Fu Jingshu looked up at the big tree with lush branches and leaves, and a comfortable smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She missed her parents.

She turned around and looked at her two children, and...

That enemy.

Mu Lianshen came over and put his arms around her waist to avoid hurting her.

Fu Xiao held Fu Shaoyu's hand and looked at her with a smile, "Mom, shall we go home?"

Fu Jingshu nodded.

After walking out of the yard, Fu Jingshu didn't look back, got in the car and drove forward.

"Mom, what are we going to do with this house after we take it back?"

Fu Jingshu smiled and said, "You decide... Anyway, these will belong to you and your brother in the future... You decide to clean them up."

Fu Xiao looked at Fu Shaoyu with a smile, "Brother, what do you think..."

"I don't want it, I'll give it to you...you have the final say,"

"Well, I don't need a house, so I'll give it to you."

Fu Shaoyu chuckled: "I can't live there either..."

"If you can't live in it, you can just store it. The houses in these areas will appreciate in value in the future."

Fu Hong in front turned around and rolled his eyes at the siblings, "If no one wants it, give it to me...?"

"Hahaha, here you go, here you go,"

Fu Hong said with a smile: "You two have been so modest all the way, you're not going to stop, are you?"

Fu Jingshu also laughed out loud.

Mu Lianshen, who was driving, looked over from the rearview mirror, a soft look in his eyes.

When she raised her eyes and met his gaze, Fu Jingshu tilted her head to look out the car window.

Mu Lianshen looked forward and suddenly thought: "What day is it today?"

"The sixth day..."

"So should we go straight back to the village or stop in the city?"

Fu Jingshu was in a hurry to go home, so she was naturally unhappy to hear him say that. She frowned and asked, "Why stop in the city?"

Fu Xiao pulled her sleeve and said, "Third uncle should be in the Municipal Party Committee at this time..."

"But..." She looked at Fu Hong, "Second brother, is Third Uncle in Anyang City?"

"Well, he's going to be promoted soon and will be handling affairs in Anyang City..."

"That's not what I meant. What I meant is that today is only the sixth day of the lunar new year. Has he started working yet?"

Fu Hong smiled, "He specified..."

"Dad, let's take the main road and go to the city to visit my uncle."

Mu Lianshen nodded, "Okay..."

At noon, the breeze was gentle.

They stopped at a state-owned restaurant for lunch.

After a short rest, we set off again, this time with Fu Hong driving.

We entered Anyang City around four in the afternoon.

As soon as they entered Anyang City, Fu Xiao pulled Fu Shaoyu aside and chattered non-stop.

"Brother, look at that place, it's a movie theater. When I was helping my third uncle in the municipal party committee, my eldest brother would occasionally bring me over to have a look... That's a department store over there, it's small, but it has everything..."

Fu Xiao patted Fu Hong who was sitting in the front seat and said, "Second brother, why is it so lively over there?"

Fu Hong said helplessly: "Ancestor, are you confused? There is a train station in front of us, how can it not be busy..."

"Oh, I saw someone selling candied haws..."

Fu Hong chuckled: "Want to eat?"

"Uh-huh,"

"Okay, if you want to eat, let's stop for a while..."

Fu Hong parked the car on the side of the road and asked, "What else do you want to eat besides candied haws?"

"No more,"

Fu Jingshu watched Fu Hong get her out of the car to buy things. This series of actions was so skillful as if she had experienced it countless times. She smiled and squeezed Fu Xiao's hand, "Your second brother treats you very well..."

Fu Xiao nodded, "Big Brother, Second Brother, Third Brother are all very kind to me..."

She pulled Fu Shaoyu's arm and held his, "Of course, my brother is the best to me..."

Fu Shaoyu knew that she was afraid that he would feel uncomfortable.

But he didn't.

Just be thankful.

When he was away, the brothers from the Fu family spoiled her.

Fu Jingshu was also very fortunate. She couldn't imagine what would have happened to her An An if her parents had been gone and without her relatives in her hometown.

Her mother is not around.

As a father...

She rolled her eyes at Mu Lianshen, thinking that it would be worse to have nothing.

What will happen if she leaves her ten-year-old child in the Shanghai Stock Exchange?

Fu Hong came over with a few strings of candied haws and handed one string to Fu Xiao and Fu Shaoyu each.

"Aunt, this is for you. Oh, uncle, I forgot about you."

Mu Lianshen rubbed his brows and said, "I don't want to eat. Let's drive quickly."

"Okay..."

Fu Hong started the car and drove towards the Municipal Party Committee.

When they arrived at the gate of the Municipal Party Committee, Fu Shaoyu took Fu Jingshu's wheelchair down and put her on it.

"My third uncle should be off work by now," said Fu Xiao after taking a bite of a candied haws.

"Off work?" Fu Hong shook his head. "I think it's still early. He's been very busy recently."

Fu Xiao's eyes fell on the Municipal Party Committee, and he suddenly chuckled: "That's not necessarily true, then it won't come out..."

Fu Hong, who was about to look for the guard, stopped in his tracks, and the others also looked towards the gate.

A group of people were moving slowly towards the main entrance. One person was surrounded in the middle. He was wearing a dark blue Zhongshan suit. He had a calm and elegant look. He listened to what the people around him were saying and nodded occasionally.

It was Fu Weilun.

Fu Jingshu looked at him and smiled, "Xiao Lun is still the same as when he was young, there is no change..."

He was like this when he was young. Although he had the mind of a shrewd politician, he had the face of an elegant scholar.

"Uncle..."

Hearing the familiar voice, Fu Weilun raised his eyes.

His sight passed through the gate and suddenly stopped in front of Fu Xiao.

Seeing the familiar figure in the wheelchair, my pupils suddenly froze...