A group of half-grown children ran and shouted behind the bicycle, looking enviously at the three Song sisters on the rickshaw.
Wu Ya waved her arms happily, "Hahaha... Dad, hurry up~"
Even Da Ya and San Ya, who considered themselves grown-up kids, couldn't help but curl up the corners of their mouths. Listening to the cheers of other children beside them, their eyes lit up surprisingly.
Daya held Wuya carefully in one hand and held her father tightly with the other, her heart pounding.
Sanya looked up at her father's stern face and said, "Dad, big sister, I feel like I'm dreaming."
Song Guoliang lowered his eyes, looked at his daughter's tender little face, and said distressedly: "Dad is back, no one will dare to bully you in the future. Do you want to learn to ride a bicycle?"
"Yes!" the three sisters said in unison.
"Okay, Dad will teach you how to ride a bike when he has time."
The Song brothers watched their second uncle riding a brand new rickshaw from afar, with jealousy and resentment welling up in their eyes without any concealment, and said angrily.
"What's wrong with Second Uncle? What good are those money-losing bastards?"
"Second Uncle, do you still want me to smash the pot on your head in the future..."
Song Guoliang rode his bicycle around the brigade, and then took Erya and Siya around the village. Only then did the family return home.
For a time, the five sisters became the envy of all the children in the brigade.
Seeing the uncontrollable smiles on the children's faces, the couple were also very happy.
Du Xiaoying took Daya into the house to heat up some food. The aroma of meat wafted from the big pot. It was the shredded pork with green peppers that Song Guoliang brought back from the company canteen.
Song Guoliang took his daughters to the yard to clean bicycles. Because it had rained, the brand new bicycles were covered with mud spots.
"Second uncle."
Erya looked at the man with a cane at the door, her face suddenly darkened, and she turned her head to look at her father.
Song Guoliang stood up and walked over, looking at his eldest nephew. When he was born, he had not yet joined the army. In addition, he was the first child among the younger generation, and had always been the most favored child in the Song family.
Even after he joined the army, he would bring good things to his nephew every time he came back, but...
Sighing, "Longlong, what's wrong?"
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