“Look at my brother when he was little, he was like a little rascal.” Yang Lu pointed to a picture of a boy and showed it to him.
Gao Baoliang realized that this was the first time he had seen Yang Rui's photo, and he looked at it very carefully.
However, he discovered that the two siblings did not look alike at all, nor did they resemble their father.
It is said that their mother died young; I wonder if it's like her.
“I noticed that all your photos are from when you were a few years old or later; there aren’t any from when you were younger,” Gao Baoliang said.
Yang Ziqiang's heart skipped a beat when he heard this.
However, Yang Lu quickly explained:
"In those days, it was already quite remarkable to have so many photos. You didn't have any when you were a child."
Gao Baoliang chuckled: "Where would we find a place to take photos in our rural village!"
When the topic turned to the countryside, Yang Ziqiang asked them when they were going back.
Yang Lu told him that she had already sent them money, but it would be too cold there during the Spring Festival, so she wouldn't go back for now. She would wait until the weather was warmer, maybe in May or June.
“Just sending money isn’t enough; you need to go back and visit more often,” Yang Ziqiang criticized Yang Lu.
Gao Baoliang quickly protected her, saying:
“My mom doesn’t want us to go back, she’s afraid the child will get sick and suffer. We’ll definitely go back once the weather gets warmer.”
At this time, in a remote suburban prison, all the prisoners were gathered together and allowed to watch the Spring Festival Gala.
This is the only day of the year when we are allowed to continue watching TV after watching the evening news.
Jiang Rou, with burn scars covering her jawline and neck, sat in a chair, her hands on her thighs, numbly watching the television.
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