Jiang Yun seemed to have returned to the days in Chuncheng.
When Jiang Yonghua was not sick, she always insisted on showing off her skills in the kitchen alone. She and Jiang Lan just had to chat and laugh on the side and wait for the food to come.
She likes the peaceful days spent with her family, and enjoys the warmth of being cared for by her father even more. It is a strange feeling that she has always longed for but never experienced, and it often makes her forget the hardships and inconveniences of life.
At this moment, in front of his colleagues, Jiang Jun had to try his best to hide his comfort.
Bu Senyuan was very observant. "Section Chief Jiang, you really know how to coax your daughter! Xiao Jiang is usually very capable and hardworking in front of us, but when you come, she becomes like a kitten, so well-behaved."
No wonder his eyes turned red when he received a call from home. It turns out he has never suffered any hardship!
Jiang Yonghua happily watched Jiang Jun, Lin Ruifang, and Miao Haiping clean up the table and kitchen together, and said to Bu Senyuan, "You know, we can't take care of our families in the army, so I do all the housework whenever I have free time."
Bu Senyuan felt the same way: "Yes, girls are beyond the control of others when they grow up. If you don't take good care of them, they will belong to someone else's family."
Jiang Yonghua didn't know whether Jiang Jun had told her colleagues about her marital status, so he didn't continue Bu Senyuan's conversation. Instead, he stood up and said, "Team Leader Bu, Xiaojun is ready. I'll take her out for a walk."
He chatted with Bu Senyuan for a while in the office in the afternoon, saying that he wanted to take advantage of the opportunity that Jiang Jun was in Lingcheng and had a place to stay to take some field photos with peace of mind, and show them to the editor-in-chief of the newspaper to see if he could find an opportunity to transfer to the newspaper.
This excuse is the best reason for Jiang Yonghua to stay in Lingcheng.
Bu Senyuan didn't quite understand: "There aren't many street lights here, it's pitch dark. It's better to get up early and ride your bike to the riverside when it's daybreak."
Jiang Yonghua put on his scarf and said, "It's okay. I have a flashlight with me."
What he wanted was for night to fall so that he could find the feeling of those days and tell his daughter about the Lingcheng in his memories.
Unexpectedly, as soon as Jiang Jun walked out of the door, he took Jiang Yonghua's arm and asked the most realistic question: "Dad, are you and Aunt Zhao getting along very well now?"
Jiang Yonghua was caught off guard: "Ah? Uh?"
In front of his eldest daughter, his thoughts are always exposed.
Jiang Jun said affectionately, "When you mentioned taking care of your family just now, your face lit up and you looked so happy!"
With the excitement of a second spring being awakened.
Jiang Yonghua actually felt a little shy: "So I came out this time, and I really wanted to learn how to collect folk songs."
Writing was Jiang Yonghua's strength, and now that he'd learned photography, even if he couldn't transfer to the newspaper, he could still contribute to it and earn royalties, right? Zhao Meilan hadn't gotten her job quota yet, and the family's expenses were high, so she needed to find more income.
Jiang Yun was happy: "Dad, when you get your royalties, I'll also need some pocket money!"
She knew Jiang Yonghua's personality too well and had long thought about saving and investing for Jiang Yonghua. The sooner the original capital was accumulated, the better.
Jiang Yonghua nodded: "Okay, when you got married, Dad didn't prepare any dowry for you. Wait, I will slowly make it up to you!"
Jiang Jun agreed with a smile: "I knew Daddy was the best! He always thinks of me!"
It's a pity that this father is nice to everyone, cares about everyone, and never favors one over another. It's hard to feel important in front of him.
Jiang Yonghua shook his head gently: "Now Yuanwu is always thinking about you, you must cherish him!"
"Okay!" Jiang Yun agreed coquettishly: "Dad, tell me about your past."
Secretly, Jiang Jun still hopes that Jiang Yonghua values her the most.
Walking in the place where Jiang Yonghua was born, she had an extraordinarily sacred feeling, as if she had suddenly found her bloodline.
"Back then, okay? Okay, let's talk about the past! Xiaojun, this street you live on was once Lingcheng's most famous wealthy area. Rickshaws were everywhere on the road in front of the entrance." Jiang Yonghua was particularly moved when he saw the office's rented dormitory. "Back then, the wealthy people in Lingcheng liked to buy houses and open shops here. My grandfather even opened a medicine shop and a rice shop on this street."
Jiang Yun was the one who was truly surprised: "Which one is it? Take me to see it!"
There are actually shops facing the street in the downtown area!
Medicine shops and rice shops are always profitable in any era!
I didn’t expect that the Jiang family’s ancestors were capitalists!
Jiang Yonghua searched his memory carefully. "Just now, Team Leader Bu said there were no streetlights. Actually, this street used to be called the City That Never Sleeps. Not only did it have streetlights, but the neon lights of the dance halls didn't go out until dawn. And there were also police officers constantly roaming around here."
Behind the prosperity is desolation.
Behind the prosperity and peace lies war.
Many memories, once touched, come flooding back like a tide.
Jiang Yonghua walked the entire street but couldn't find the Jiang family's shop. "I don't remember clearly. This street seems to be longer than before. Anyway, by the time I was born, my grandfather had already passed away. I heard from my second uncle that it was probably in this area."
Jiang Yun looked at the silent buildings in the darkness. What he heard sounded particularly fresh, like a tour guide telling a story: "Dad, your grandfather was so rich. Did you all have an education?"
She said that Jiang Yonghua's cultural level did not seem to be acquired through late education, at least he had studied in a foreign school.
Jiang Yonghua nodded: "Yes! I studied in a private school for two years, and then studied at the Jinxia Lecture Hall."
In the war-torn world of that time, being honest and kind alone was not enough to sustain a business. One would inevitably be bullied, with little profit and little money to be made. When war broke out, one would often be robbed and requisitioned, suffering terribly.
So they encouraged their descendants to study.
I read the book, but I was still too cautious, and my nature was there.
Later, he was exposed to some progressive ideas in school, but he still couldn't muster the courage to join the torrent of resistance. He still held on to the dream of being a small official and entering and leaving the vermilion lacquered gate.
Jiang Jun tilted his head and thought: "Dad, I was wondering why I was so familiar with Lingcheng! When I first came here, I didn't live here, but in that dormitory. As soon as I walked in, I felt a familiar feeling. I felt like I had lived there before, just like returning home."
I guess it was the original owner's doing that worked.
Jiang Yonghua casually asked, "Where did you live originally?"
Jiang Yun gave the street name and house number: "No. 17, Baoguan Lane, Gexin Road. Dad, the word 'Gexin' should be a later name for the street. I don't know what it was originally called, but there's a house right near No. 17. They say it used to be a newspaper office, and a famous writer once lived there."
Jiang Yonghua had an impression: "Lingcheng has two newspaper offices, both on Chaojing Road. Oh, so it's been renamed Gexin Road? It's not far from here. I'll take you there for a walk."
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