The train station is bustling with people.
There were many people standing at the exit to pick someone up, most of them craned their necks with anxious expressions.
Therefore, Song Wen, who was standing quietly in the crowd with a happy look on his face, looked particularly conspicuous.
"Wife!" Song Wen saw the figure walking out with the crowd at a glance.
Wu Xing looked in the direction of the familiar voice and said happily, "Dad, Mom, Song Wen is there!"
Wu Xing walked in front holding her daughter, Yang's mother walked in the middle with Yang Moer, Song's father protected Song's mother and walked behind holding Wu Lei.
The group walked towards Song Wen in a dusty manner.
"Zhizhi." Song Wen took his daughter in one hand and held her in his arms, and took some luggage with the other hand.
"Zhizhi calls me daddy." Wu Xing looked at her husband and daughter with a smile.
"Daddy, Daddy~" Song Zhiyi, who was less than two years old, called in a baby voice.
"Our Zhizhi is really capable. He's not afraid of strangers even though he hasn't seen his father for such a long time." Song's mother came up and said with a smile.
"Dad, Mom, Aunt Yang, Xiaomoer, Xiaolei." Song Wen greeted them one by one.
After a while of chatting, Song's mother suddenly asked, "Why didn't your little sister come? Could she be feeling unwell?"
Her guess shocked everyone and they all began to look at Song Wen nervously.
"No, she's fine." Song Wen didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Oh, that's good, that's good." Mother Song patted her chest.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Song Wen knew that this was not the right time to talk about his younger sister going to find Yang Bin, so he immediately said, "Let's go catch a ride now, and we'll talk about it when we get home."
"Okay, let's go home." Everyone followed Song Wen and took a taxi.
People in Beijing now call taxis "xiaobengbeng".
This car is not big and can only take three people at most. The advantage is that it can take people to their doorsteps, so they don’t have to walk a long way to squeeze into the bus and walk a distance after getting off the bus.
Therefore, Song Wen, who is usually frugal, never thought about saving this money.
Since taxis are expensive nowadays, many people would rather stay overnight in a hotel at the train station than take a taxi home that night.
So, Song Wen easily found three small bikes to carry them.
After putting the luggage at the back of the car, Song Wen told the drivers of the three cars a place name, and then the vehicles took them to the courtyard.
The car took them directly to a courtyard house with two entrances.
"Wow! Whose house is this? What a big house!" Yang Moer exclaimed.
"This is your home." Song Wen smiled and said.
"My home? Really?" Yang Moer's eyes were full of disbelief.
"Well, my younger sister said that this house has two courtyards, and the layout is similar to your old home, so I bought it specially for this purpose."
"But my house is far from this big! This courtyard is too big!" Yang Moer was surprised and happy, and couldn't help but look around curiously.
Song Wen smiled and said, "Aunt Yang, Mo'er, take your things in first and put them away. We will come and pick you up to go to the restaurant for dinner later."
"Oh, by the way." Song Wen turned around and reminded, "I have found time to come and clean the house, but the things are not yet fully prepared. Please write down what else you want to buy, and I will take you to buy it later."
"Okay, okay, thank you so much." Yang's mother responded with a smile.
Song Wen's thoughtfulness eased Yang's mother's anxiety about settling in a strange city.
After settling them down, Song Wen took his family back to his own courtyard. "We're here. These two courtyards side by side are our home."
"This house is too big. It must have cost a lot of money." Song's father sighed as he looked at it.
"This house is great, this house is great." Song's mother nodded. "This yard is so big, I can use a piece of land here to grow vegetables. This way I don't have to go out to buy vegetables, saving money!"
"Oh~ At first I was worried that I would need money for food and clothing after I came up here, but now that I see a piece of land, I feel more at ease. At least I won't live off my savings."
The more Song's mother looked at it, the more satisfied she became.
Seeing that his parents were satisfied, Song Wen was relieved. "Dad, Mom, don't worry. In addition to this piece of land, the small building I bought at the school gate also has a private plot of land, which is also full of vegetables. The letter I left also said that if you feel bored, you can go to the store to help sell things."
"It's good to sell things. I'll go there specifically." Song's father said first.
"A letter from my younger sister?" Song's mother caught the key words, "Is your younger sister not in Beijing?"
"Yes, she went to find Yang Bin." Song Wen confessed honestly.
"Nonsense! This is really nonsense! Why didn't she rest properly with her big belly and run away alone?"
"As her brother, why don't you say anything about her!"
"..." Song Wen sighed imperceptibly.
His mother was so worried just by hearing the news. If she knew that Yang Bin was going out on a mission and his younger sister didn't know where to find him, she would be so anxious that she would go crazy.
"Mom, don't worry. Yang Bin will take good care of her, and she said she will be back soon." Song Wen comforted.
Song's mother had no choice but to let her daughter take the lead and say, "I'll have to talk to this little sister when she comes back."
Seeing that the matter was over, Song Wen breathed a sigh of relief, then took his family in and walked directly to the end of the yard.
"Dad, Mom, this is the master bedroom, it's your room. Wu Xing and I's room is on the right corridor, and Xiao Lei's room is next to us."
"Do I have a room too?" Wu Lei raised his head, his eyes shining.
"certainly."
"Then I'll go to my room first." Wu Lei said and left.
Song Wen looked at his much more lively figure and raised his lips silently.
Next, Song Wen took his wife and daughter back to the room.
"Wife." Seeing that they were finally alone, Song Wen held her hand, his eyes tender, "Thank you for taking care of the housework and taking care of the old and the young."
Song Wen's voice was clear, completely different from his burning eyes.
Wu Xing couldn't help but lower her head: "What's so hard about this? Everyone is like this. I'm much better than others. My parents love me and don't want me to work in the fields. I'm enjoying a good life in your house."
"Yeah, okay, I'm glad you're here."
Song Wen's eyes never left her, and his hand gradually touched her face.
Wu Xing's cheeks felt slightly hot. "The child is still here."
"She's asleep."
Only then did Wu Xing see that her daughter had fallen asleep on Song Wen.
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