A two-story self-built building.
The tiles on the exterior wall have turned yellow and black, and look quite old.
Anyway, this building carries Fang Hao's memories of growing up, and was built when he was in elementary school.
"Woof woof!"
“Woof woof woof!”
A local dog jumped out.
He kept barking at the Porsche.
Not long after, a middle-aged woman came out of the house.
It was Fang Hao's mother Chen Fengying.
"mom!"
Fang Hao got out of the car.
Then he shouted happily.
No matter how old you are!
We are all children in front of our parents.
Home is where your parents are.
"Ahao?"
Chen Fengying was also very surprised.
Unexpectedly, the people who got out of the car were my son and my old man.
What's going on?
Did my son buy a car?
But when Fang Hao called back, he didn't say that he had bought a car.
I was full of doubts for a moment.
"mom!"
"I brought you a gift~"
Then.
Fang Hao took something from the car.
It's mainly just about preparing some gifts.
After all, it is very convenient to buy things in rural areas now.
Are you worried that you can’t buy things even though you have money?
“You!”
"What a waste of money to buy a gift."
When I heard that my son brought me a gift.
Chen Fengying immediately became angry.
You know, money is hard to make these days.
I don’t want Fang Hao to waste money.
“No waste.”
"You and Dad both have a share..."
Fang Hao shook his head and said.
Although my mother said not to buy it, her eyes were full of emotion and happiness.
The thoughts of children!
It is the greatest filial piety to parents. It would be strange if you are not happy in your heart.
"I have one too?"
Fang Qiang next to him interrupted.
Over the years, only my youngest daughter would occasionally give me a piece of clothing or something.
Boys and girls are different.
Fang Hao has been struggling in society for years, exhausted both physically and mentally, unable to make any money, and unable to afford expensive gifts to his parents.
A piece of clothing?
I really can't give it away.
After all, I have been working outside for a few years.
I can't prepare small gifts for my parents like my younger sister who is studying and relies on scholarship.
Self-esteem is at work.
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