"It's no big deal, you can go without worry."
Fang Jie took out a bag of wrapped dumplings, estimating there to be four or five hundred.
"Captain, you can keep these dumplings for yourselves; we can't take them with us."
Song Guoqiang accepted it without hesitation.
This thing will be a complete waste if it melts into a lump.
Amidst the reluctant gazes of Song Guoqiang and his wife, the family left Songjiatun.
After a long and winding journey, I arrived at the county town, took a train to the provincial capital, and then took another train from the provincial capital to Liancheng.
At that time, trains mostly had hard seats, and Song Fanxing's buttocks ached from sitting so long.
Seeing his daughter looking listless, Song Darong asked with heartache, "Xingxing, come here and let Daddy hug you, okay?"
Song Fanxing shook her head. She was too old for her to be carried by her father.
Fang Jie knew her daughter had grown up and had her own little thoughts, so she pulled her to her side and let her lean on her chest.
"Star, take a nap."
Song Fanxing was indeed sleepy, so she leaned against her and closed her eyes.
Song Darong was a little jealous.
He whispered, "My daughter isn't close to me anymore now that she's grown up."
Fang Jie laughed, "Don't say such heartless things. Xingxing has a soft heart. What she cares about most is our family. She stood up for you when she was just a little girl, and you're still not satisfied!"
Song Darong: ...
He was scolded by his wife for just complaining.
well……
Can't your wife tell he's jealous?
Fang Jie didn't care whether he was jealous or not; no one could say a bad word about her daughter.
Their family's good life is all thanks to their daughter.
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