Chapter 247 Photos
The family of three walked back to their long-lost home.
The one-and-a-half-story red brick house has experienced more than ten years of wind, frost, rain and snow. The color of the red bricks has become dull. The dark green tiles on the roof are interspersed with a few bright ones that have obviously been patched, like an old man in ragged clothes, looking a little desolate among the newly built houses.
The weeds on the front lawn were pulled out cleanly and piled in a small corner on the left side of the front lawn, where they were scorched by the scorching summer sun.
Wang Xiuren took out the key, opened the door, and the smell of dust hit him in the face.
Lin Qiu fanned himself with his hands and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar house, with mixed emotions.
This house means a lot to her.
It is a turning point in which the destiny of the past and present life is completely different. It makes one believe that life can be changed through hard work, and it also makes one dare to think and act.
"What are you daydreaming about? Come in!" Wang Xiuren waved his hand in front of his wife.
Lin Qiu came back to his senses, "I was thinking, this house has become old even though we haven't lived in it for long."
"Yes! We went to Pengcheng after the construction was completed. In the past 15 or 16 years, we have only been back three times." Wang Xiuren also sighed with emotion, "It was one of the best houses in the village back then. Now it looks a bit shabby against the backdrop of these new houses."
"It's all thanks to my sister-in-law's help. She hires someone to inspect it every year. Otherwise, it would be uninhabitable!"
"That's right!" Wang Xiuren nodded, "Shanshan, do you still remember this room? You stayed in this room for a few days during the Chinese New Year in 2002."
Wang Shan's memory was a little fuzzy at first, but after following her father into the room and walking around, the memories deep in her mind slowly emerged.
Wang Xiuren put his luggage away and started mopping the floor.
Lin Qiu also found a clean towel, wet it, and wiped the mat and bed clean.
Wang Shan strolled around the house, looking at the old items in the house with interest, and was impressed by their good quality, which had not broken down after almost twenty years.
"Things were of good quality back then, and an item could sometimes be used for a lifetime," Lin Qiu explained.
Wang Shan was amazed after hearing this.
After tidying up the house, Wang Xiuren took out three chairs, and the three of them sat in a row under the eaves, watching the sun set and the red clouds filling the sky.
"That's the bad thing about the countryside: there are so many mosquitoes!" Wang Xiuren stood up and slapped the mosquitoes flying around his wife and daughter to death.
Wang Shan's skin and flesh are delicate, and she had already been bitten twice.
"Stop filming. Let's go to the old house. It's getting late." Lin Qiu stood up and put the chair into the main room. "Go get two plates of mosquito coils from your mother later. Otherwise, you may not be able to sleep tonight."
"OK!"
After saying that, Wang Xiuren slapped another mosquito to death with a "slap".
After closing the door, Wang Xiuren led his wife and daughter and took a shortcut from the east corner to the old house.
Wang Shan held her mother's hand tightly. There were weeds on both sides of the path, and she was a little worried that a snake would come out.
Lin Qiu was also afraid of snakes, but he still comforted his daughter in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, your father has been there, there are no snakes. Be careful, there are stairs here."
Wang Shan was still worried and clung closely to her mother.
When he walked to the front yard of the old house, Wang Xiuren found a circle of children surrounding the car.
As they approached, the children scattered and looked at the three strangers from a distance.
Wang Xiuren opened the trunk with some amusement, took out a cigarette, then locked the car and strode into the main room with his wife and daughter.
There were quite a few people sitting on both sides of the main room, smoking and discussing something.
Seeing Wang Xiuren and his family coming over, Wang Zongsheng immediately came over and said, "Second brother, come and say hello to these uncles."
Wang Xiuren tore open a cigarette, took out two packs, and stuffed the rest into Wang Zongsheng's arms. Then he walked closer to the crowd, calling out "Uncle" and "Uncle" while handing out cigarettes.
The old people stood up one after another.
"Xiu Ren is back!"
"Is this the Wenquxing of our Wang family?"
"He's so handsome!"
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Lin Qiu also took his daughter to greet people.
After a round of greetings, Lin Qiu pushed his daughter and said, "Go to the kitchen to find your grandma!"
Wang Shan secretly breathed a sigh of relief and ran to the kitchen.
Lin Qiu knew that her daughter hated the smell of cigarettes, and just now some elderly people had touched her daughter's head to show affection, so she endured it for the sake of her own and Wang Xiuren's face.
After seeing his daughter walk into the kitchen, Lin Qiucai helped to explain: "The child kept talking about looking for grandma on the way here."
When Lin Qiu came in the afternoon, she had put on makeup and combed her hair. She wore a violet silk dress, a pearl necklace around her neck, and a leather bag in her hand. It was obvious that she was not dressed for work.
At this moment, she was looking at the elders of the clan with a smile, but the elders thought that this cousin of Wang Xiuren's family was very impressive, and everyone looked at her differently.
Wang Zongsheng followed his son and interrupted loudly: "Even though Shanshan didn't grow up with us, she is still very close to us!"
The flowery sedan chair was carried by someone.
Someone immediately responded, "After all, they are blood relatives. No matter how far apart they are, they are still close when they come back!"
"That's right, there's no way that blood ties between grandparents and grandchildren can be unfamiliar!"
Everyone was talking excitedly.
"By the way, Xiu Ren, can you take out the notice from Wenquxing and let us, the old-fashioned people, open our eyes?" an old man suddenly spoke.
"Yes, I am over 70 years old and I have never seen the admission letter from Tsinghua University. Let us take a look!"
Everyone turned their eyes to Wang Xiuren and his wife.
Lin Qiu opened the bag slowly and took out a few photos.
photo?
Everyone was confused.
"We were afraid that we might forget the admission letter, so we thought of a way to take a few photos with a camera and bring them back to show everyone." Lin Qiu handed the photos to Wang Zongsheng, "Dad, look, this is the express delivery from the post office, this is the admission letter, and here is the honor roll published by Shanshan's school. This is the banner hung for Shanshan in the community, and this is a photo of Shanshan and the admission letter."
Wang Zongsheng tucked most of the cigarette under his armpit, wiped his hands on his clothes a few times, and then took the photo to look at it carefully.
A few elderly people couldn't help but come over, and Lin Qiu and Wang Xiuren quickly made way.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, this is really eye-opening! Our Wang family is one of the best in the village!"
"This big city is different. So many students from one school were admitted to Tsinghua University!"
"Yes, our county only produces one in many years, there is no comparison!"
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The photos were circulated to each other, and the regret of not being able to see or touch the notice in person slowly dissipated.
The old people's excited hearts and trembling hands finally summed up in one sentence: The Wang family still has the best feng shui!
Wang Zongsheng walked up to his son and asked hesitantly, "Second son, can this photo stay at home?"
Wang Xiuren glanced at Lin Qiu, and Lin Qiu nodded calmly.
"Dad, I brought this back especially for you to take a photo!" Wang Xiuren was now speaking in a cunning manner, "You can keep this cigarette and smoke it slowly."
"Okay!" Wang Zongsheng answered loudly.
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