She rearranged the things in the three big bags and decided not to take the thick quilt and thick cotton coat with her. That way, she would have less things to take with her and one big bag would be enough to hold them all. She also took a small cloth bag and put the admission letter, some money, a dozen or so pancakes that Zhao Qiuqin had made early in the morning, and the peach cakes that Song Jiayu had stuffed in it.
Now that the things are packed, there is no time to waste.
The family walked towards the train station in silence.
As we got closer to the train station, my family started talking more.
"Tian Shunna, when you go to Beilin City to attend university, just study hard and don't get involved in other things. Mom doesn't expect you to be very capable. Just go home after school and don't get hurt. If you are bullied, tell the teacher and don't just bear it in silence!" Zhao Qiuqin's thousands of words were ultimately no match for her loving mother's heart that didn't want her child to get hurt.
"Dad, I'm not capable, but you're my proudest son. Take care of yourself and act like a man." Song Demin didn't say much, but every word was heartwarming.
It was Song Jiayu's turn. Her brother had turned eighteen last month and was now an adult. She smiled and said what she had prepared for a long time:
"Do you remember the question I asked you when you were in your first year of high school?"
Song Tianshun smiled, "Of course I remember."
"Well, I thought you were stupid back then. It snowed heavily that year, but you insisted on standing in the cold wind at five in the morning to recite your lessons. Your hands and feet were all frozen. Mom was treating you while scolding you.
I asked you why you worked so hard, and you said that people were not smart enough and could only work harder. You read in the newspapers what you wanted to do for the country.
Back then, I laughed at you and thought you were a young boy, and thought you were dreaming.
What does it matter if you're dreaming? You've been moving forward resolutely. Daydreams will eventually become dreams. You don't need to worry about what others say or their attitudes. You've done well these years. Keep going. I hope that one day in the future, I can see you realize your dream."
These words were like a shot of adrenaline into Song Tianshun's body.
Song Tianshun was always uneasy when he went to a strange place alone.
He is not a very smart person. His parents think he is smart because they compare him with his older sister and younger brother.
The villagers think I am smart because I compare myself with my peers in the village.
He has seen smarter people, such as his brother-in-law and a junior high school classmate who was admitted to a key national university when he was still in junior high school.
But none of this matters anymore.
"Sister, no matter in the past, present or future, I will always be the one who perseveres and works hard!"
It was Song Beiwang, the youngest in the family, who spoke. His eyes were red, but he kept saying, "Brother, when you go to Beilin City, you must bring me back the best food in Beilin City."
Zhao Qiuqin patted her youngest son's shoulder and said, "Can't you say anything nice?"
Song Tianshun smiled: "Mom, it's okay, I'm not used to Beiwang not being like this."
In the end, he walked into the train door with his luggage, found his seat, and started a new life.
"Wooo ...
When the train whistle sounded and the wheels rolled across the tracks, Song Beiwang could no longer hold back his tears and burst into tears of sorrow.
Song Demin and Zhao Qiuqin: ...
Song Jiayu rubbed her younger brother's head and asked, "If you are so reluctant, why don't you tell me?"
Someone who was crying so hard that his eyes and nose were running became the one who felt wronged: "If I cry, my second brother will definitely laugh at me for the whole year when he comes back next time."
Song Jiayu: Is this the rebellious teenager of the 1960s?
However, she kindly reminded him, "Just now, Tianshun stuck his head out of the train window and waved goodbye to us. You were crying so sadly and so loudly—"
"ah!!!"
Song Beiwang opened his mouth and screamed like a desperate little bear.
Song Jiayu was amused and kept laughing with her shoulders shrugged.
Even Zhao Qiuqin didn't know what to say about this annoying child.
Zhao Qiuqin: Go back and talk to Old Song to save more food for the third child. She is really afraid that the child will starve to death in the future.
Could it be that after getting married and having children, he would bring his family, hold a bowl, and go to Jiayu and Tianshun's house, saying he was hungry and asking for some food.
Just thinking about it, Zhao Qiuqin was about to raise her iron fist.
Fortunately, I didn't beat up my younger son at the train station.
Song Jiayu brought her family back to the compound, and she insisted on getting her parents to stay for lunch.
"Let's go back. We won't eat here. It won't be nice to bother our in-laws."
"Mom, what's wrong with that? I've already bought the meat and prepared all the vegetables. Are you asking me to throw them all away? Meat won't keep well in this weather. Jiang Baizhou and I won't be able to finish it all."
Zhao Qiuqin had no choice but to compromise, "You just know how to spend money recklessly."
For lunch, Song Jiayu said that the meat was purchased, but in fact it was taken out from the system warehouse.
There are two pounds of pork belly in total, one pound is prepared to make pork belly, and the other pound is chopped together with chives to make dumplings.
The remaining vegetables at home were used to make stir-fried beans, stir-fried cabbage with vermicelli, a cold cucumber salad, and a simple egg soup.
Jiang Baizhou got off work early today. As soon as he came back, he greeted all the elders in the room, washed his hands, and went to help Song Jiayu.
"Are you tired today? Don't cook these dishes next time. We can go to a state-owned restaurant to eat." Someone who was very distressed made a suggestion. He didn't want his wife to work so hard.
Song Jiayu was stunned for three seconds before she said with a bitter face, "I forgot. Never mind. I've had so much trouble. You should remind me next time."
"Well, I'll wash the pot. You stand aside and take a rest."
The couple's way of getting along is not to avoid others at all.
In fact, Jiang's mother felt a little sad when she saw San'er like this, but she wanted to see San'er live a long life. She would not do anything to Song Jiayu, her daughter-in-law, but would be better to San'er.
"My dear relatives, look how harmonious this couple is."
Zhao Qiuqin also felt that her daughter had married the right person, and she also said: "Yes, as mothers, we just want to see our two children live a good life."
For the other couple, Jiang's father took out his treasured wine and said, "My dear relatives, let's have a drink later."
"Okay, brother." Song Demin agreed.
When lunch started, there was a plate of braised pork belly in a brown sauce, a plate of pork and leek dumplings, and various other dishes. With the use of three Shandong cuisine cooking learning cards, Song Jiayu's cooking level reached level 1. Even the vegetarian dishes she cooked tasted very good, and the elders kept praising her.
Those who were drinking ate dumplings, those who were chatting ate braised pork, the young couple fed each other, and Song Beiwang...just ate a lot without caring about anything.
In the next door compound No. 13, the two brothers of the Jiang family were eating at their own homes.
In the main room, Jiang's wife complained, "Does the third brother still act like a younger brother? He invited people to dinner but didn't even invite you, his biological brother."
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