Chen Yuanwu first went to the photo studio in the county town to pick up photos of his comrades, and then took advantage of the few hours left to return home.
While he was still on the road, he had already anticipated what the scene would be like at home.
It is said that three women make a play, no matter what their age, identity and status are.
Mo Xiaohui stayed at the Chen family for a few days, chatting with Ye Qingyin every day to relieve her boredom, talking about literature and art. With the addition of Chen Jing as a little listener, the Chen family returned to its former liveliness.
Ye Qingyin's voice was filled with laughter: "Xiaohui, it would be great if you could still live at home. I've lived in this compound for a year, and it still feels too lonely. I can't find anyone I can talk to. Oh, how comfortable it is to live in a courtyard in the capital. I've never been sick there."
Mo Xiaohui had lived in the Chen family for several years and had never considered herself an outsider. She was very close to everyone in the Chen family and felt more at ease at the Chen family than at the Mo family. "Aunt Ye, I really like it here. The yard is bigger than the one in Beijing. I can grow flowers and vegetables here. When summer comes, I can sit under the grape trellis, make a pot of black tea, and read a good poem. How pleasant it is!"
Ye Qingyin sighed: "What a pity, I'm sick and don't have the energy to tidy up the yard and tend to the flowers and plants. It would be much better if you were here."
Coming and going, I just miss the days in the capital.
How could Mo Xiaohui not miss her? Now she has returned to the Mo family and lives with her biological mother. Not only do they have no common topics to talk about, but they also cannot live the same lifestyle. The relationship between mother and daughter is very distant.
So Mo Kaifeng took the test paper home and said he wanted to send a registered letter to Chen's house. Mo Xiaohui immediately volunteered to deliver it to Chen Yuanwu personally.
After two years of separation, she could only write letters to Ye Qingyin, and then get a few words from the Chen family in Ye Qingyin's reply. It was really hard to deal with the feeling of missing them.
"Auntie Ye, why don't you take Xiaojing to Guilin this summer? It's so beautiful there. I'll take you to the Li River, and we'll take a bamboo raft down the river to see Elephant Trunk Hill and the place where Liu Sanjie sang."
When Chen Yuanwu stepped into the house, he heard Mo Xiaohui enthusiastically describing the beautiful scenery of Guilin. Chen Jing and Chen Yuefei, who were sitting on the side, were listening with great joy and wished they could go back to Guilin with Mo Xiaohui immediately.
They watch the movie "Liu Sanjie" almost every year.
Chen Yuefei was curious: "Do people in Guangxi all sing folk songs? Are they good? Do they sing as they speak?"
Mo Xiaohui shook her head. "People on the street don't sing anyway. They speak in dialect, which I still don't understand! I've been to Yangshuo twice with my classmates. The fish in the Li River is so delicious. It's especially delicious when grilled!"
Chen Yuefei recalled the scene where Aniu rescued Liu Sanjie: "That cliff, is it real?"
Mo Xiaohui smiled slyly: "You'll know when you go and see it!"
She didn't want to tell him anything. She just wanted to keep Chen Yuefei in suspense so that the Chen family would go to Guilin.
Hearing the door open, everyone in the living room looked up.
Chen Yuefei jumped up: "Brother, I heard that you won the third-class merit!"
Chen Yuanwu didn't answer, but greeted his family politely: "Mom, I'm back. Xiaohui, Xiaojing, what are you talking about? Why are you so happy?"
"Brother, Sister Xiaohui asked us to go to her house to play in the summer!" Chen Jing liked her eldest brother the most. She felt that he was much better than her second brother. "Brother, it would be great if you could get into the military academy and go to Guilin. Then we can come visit you!"
Mo Xiaohui tried her best to hide her nervousness and put on what she thought was the most natural smile: "Brother Xiaowu, long time no see, you seem to have grown taller."
Ye Qingyin quickly stood up: "Xiao Wu, you look taller than last time, but a little darker. Xiao Jin and Xiao Jing, let's go and have dinner quickly. Your brother has to go back to the company soon."
A large table of sumptuous food had already been prepared and was waiting in the restaurant.
As long as there is a soldier in the family, when the whole family can sit together at the dinner table, it is the New Year!
Chen Yuanwu looked upstairs and asked, "Where's Dad?"
Ye Qingyin pulled her eldest son to sit down: "He just asked Xiao Ding to come over and tell him that he won't be back at noon, so let's just eat."
Chen Jing secretly cheered: "Oh, that's great!"
The main reason is that when Chen Zhong is at home, he always has a stern face, and the atmosphere at the dinner table is too depressing during meals.
The most important thing is that Chen Zhong does not allow the children to be picky about food, and he often makes meals to remind the whole family not to forget their roots. This is unbearable for Chen Jing, who doesn't like to eat this or that, and she always has to secretly eat some biscuits to fill her stomach.
When everyone sat down around the table, they all took their seats according to their old habits. Ye Qingyin sighed with emotion, her eyes reddened: "Ah, our family is finally sitting together again."
As usual, Mo Xiaohui picked up the soup spoon and picked up the first piece of food for everyone.
Since Ye Qingyin was in poor health, it was natural for her to take over this task.
She remembered the dietary preferences of every member of the Chen family. She first picked up a piece of braised Yuanbao chicken for Ye Qingyin, a chicken leg for Chen Yuanwu, a piece of braised spareribs for Chen Yuefei, an egg roll for Chen Jing, and finally picked up a piece of Mushu pork for herself.
Ye Qingyin smiled and said, "Xiaohui, do you still remember what we like to eat?"
Mo Xiaohui put down her serving chopsticks, unfolded the fine white cloth embroidered napkin folded into the shape of a crane, spread it across her lap, and said with a smile, "Aunt Ye, I feel like I've never left the Chen family. This reunion dinner feels like I just had it a few days ago!"
Seeing that the dinner table was about to become a place for reminiscing about the good times, Chen Jing pouted and said, "Mom, I'm hungry~"
Ye Qingyin quickly invited everyone to eat: "Alright, alright, let's eat! Xiaowu, you've lost a bit more weight since the last time I saw you. This chicken soup is quite light. Try it and see how it tastes. I'll ask your dad to ask the cafeteria to prepare it and send it over."
Chen Yuanwu scooped half a bowl of chicken soup for himself, but in his mind, he was thinking that his father hadn't come back at noon and must have been treating Jiang Jun to lunch in the small conference room. He wondered if Jiang Jun's cold had healed and if he had chicken soup now.
For a moment, the only sounds at the table were those of people eating and drinking soup.
Chen Yuefei gnawed on the crispy bones of the meat bones, making a crackling sound. During the Chinese New Year, there were only two meat dishes on the table, and they were just stir-fried pork slices!
Chen Jing glared at her second brother with disdain: "Can't you eat last? Just listening to it makes my teeth hurt!"
"Hmph!" Chen Yuefei didn't have time to say anything. He picked up another big corn bone and chewed it even harder.
Under normal circumstances, Mo Xiaohui would have gone to break up the fight, but at this moment, all her attention was on Chen Yuanwu: "Brother Xiaowu, is the chicken soup not salty enough?"
Chen Yuanwu came back to his senses and drank the soup in one gulp: "It smells delicious!"
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