Rebirth and daily cultivation

Beside the river dam, in the hut, on the wooden bed.

Tongtong was covered with a small quilt and was playing with her mobile phone with her little mouth curled up.

"Damn it, Jiang Ning must be so cool when she comes home. I don't know how beautiful she is!" Xue Yuantong gritted his teeth, "He was so happy that he didn't even reply to my messages!"

She sighed, lowered her hand, and landed on the soft quilt.

Sunlight poured in from outside the window, and the room was bright. Spots of light refracted from unknown objects shone on the walls.

Xue Yuantong stared at the spot of light, thinking of how when he was a child, he used lenses to reflect a spot of light in the room, shining wherever he wanted, just like a god.

There was a motivation in her heart, and she wanted to get up and recreate the joy of her childhood.

But the next second, she suddenly remembered that once she was playing in Jiang Ning's house. Jiang Ning was only carving his broken wood and ignored her at all. She took the lens and shined the light on his face. Shaking and shaking, she glared at him. When Jiang Ning got angry, she ran home quickly without giving him any chance.

Thinking of such a scene, she suddenly felt that she was no longer interested in playing.

"Tongtong, you've been lying down all day." Chu Chu's voice came from outside the window.

Compared to the lazy Tongtong, Xue Chuchu was dressed appropriately in a light blue down jacket, her hair was freshly and neatly tied, and she was holding a stainless steel thermos bowl in her white hands.

Tongtong lay on the bed bored, her eyes dull and dull: "Chu Chu, I'm sick, very sick."

"Oh, do you want to drink sugar water?" Xue Chuchu walked into the house.

Gluttony instantly defeated the disease, and Tongtong stood up from the bed: "What kind of sugar water?"

Xue Chuchu sat on the stool beside the bed: "See for yourself."

Tongtong turned around, twisted to the bedside, and stared at the bowl. There were mango, longan, red dates, and wolfberry in the bowl. It looked like it was boiled with rock sugar, and the mouth of the bowl was still steaming.

She quickly picked up the spoon to eat, praising Chu Chu's skills again and again.

Xue Chuchu is also very satisfied. Although her cooking skills are still not as good as Tong Tong's, her creativity and initiative in various desserts are much better than Tong Tong's.

Everyone has their own strengths, and she found hers.

The bowl was quite big and Tongtong couldn't finish it in one bite, so Xue Chuchu left temporarily to do other trivial matters.

The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and many employees of Changqingye are taking annual leave to go back to their hometowns. Aunt Gu finished her morning work and had lunch at the company before returning home.

As soon as she entered the small courtyard, she saw her daughter huddled in the quilt, struggling to use a spoon, picking up the bowl, and devouring the food.

Aunt Gu laughed angrily. She didn't need to think about it to know that her daughter hadn't gotten up yet: "She looks dead."

Tongtong was so excited about eating that she looked up and saw her mother coming back. She giggled twice: "Mom, do you want to eat it or not? It's delicious!"

Aunt Gu was disgusted: "Mom has a lot of money in the company, so she is interested in your three melons and two dates?"

"Mom, if you don't want to eat, you won't eat. Why do you still dislike it?" Tongtong was dissatisfied.

Aunt Gu: "Do you think I dislike sugar water? I dislike you."

While eating, Tongtong asked, "Mom, do you know why you dislike me?"

Aunt Gu: "Do I even need to say this?"

Tongtong said clearly: "Because you brought your personal emotions at work home."

Aunt Gu's smile gradually disappeared. Tongtong noticed the change in the air and secretly thought something was wrong. She continued to pick the mangoes without looking directly at her mother.

As expected, the mother blamed the activation of the skill: "I sleep, play games and eat all day long. Let me ask you, I told you yesterday that I asked you to dry Jiang Ning's quilt. Did you dry it?"

Xue Yuantong: "Dry it. I asked Chu Chu to dry it for me early in the morning."

Aunt Gu: "..."

She was silent for a while and then said: "What about your shoes? I told you the day before yesterday that when the weather is nice, I will brush your shoes."

Xue Yuantong: "It's done. I asked Chu Chu to do it for me this morning."

Aunt Gu stopped talking again.

Xue Yuantong was secretly happy. She held back her laughter and finished eating the mangoes in the bowl. She raised her voice and shouted: "Chu Chu, Chu Chu!"

Chu Chu, who was summoned, quickly appeared at the door.

"I've finished eating, and I'll give you the bowl." Xue Yuantong asked.

Xue Chuchu knew that Tongtong had been in poor physical and mental condition recently. As Tongtong's close friend, she understood it very well, so she took the stainless steel bowl and took the initiative to do the dishes.

The atmosphere was extremely quiet, and Aunt Gu sneered: "She really listens to you."

Tongtong said loudly: "If only you could be so obedient, Mom!"

Chu Chu, who had just walked outside the window, couldn't help but think: 'Tongtong, do you want to cover the sky with one hand? ’

As a close friend, she quickened her pace and couldn't bear to see the embarrassing scene of Tongtong being taught a lesson.

…

Jiangjiazhuang.

Jiang Junlong found Jiang Ning's house with half a bottle of coconut juice that he had not finished drinking, and handed it over like a treasure.

Jiang Qianqian next to her was speechless. Brother Jun Long was too hopeless, right?

Jiang Ning accepted it with a smile, feeling like he was a child. When he was eating at a banquet, if he didn't finish his drink, he would happily take it home.

In the past few years, for rural people, they would only buy large bottles of this type of drink during holidays.

Jiang Junlong said happily: "Brother Ning, you just left. Didn't you see that later, your classmate slapped Weibo a few times and left. Weibo was asleep at first, but then he suddenly woke up. He said what happened to the people at our table? They are all crawling and laughing at us."

Jiang Qianxi covered her mouth: "Later, his parents came and took him away with a heavy face."

Jiang Junlong just felt very happy. He used to come to Jiangjiazhuang to play during the winter and summer vacations. He hated Jiang Weibo very much. Not only was he targeted, but the other party also teamed up with Jiang He to cheat him of his money.

In the past, most rural children usually had only a few cents on them, while for rich urban children, their pocket money was often a few yuan, dozens, or even hundreds.

Many rural children often cheated their relatives from the city to play and blew their gold coins.

Jiang Ning used to think that it was the bad nature of rural children, but later he thought that it was just the difference in resources and education that caused this kind of situation.

"By the way, Brother Ning, did you spend the New Year in the village?" Jiang Junlong asked.

Jiang Ning shook his head.

Jiang Junlong: "Then are you going back to the city? My dad will be back in the afternoon, so he can take you to the city on the way."

His family planned to get up early on New Year's Eve to celebrate the New Year. He would go back tonight first, after all, his family was not used to living in the countryside.

Jiang Ning: "I'll stay one more day and return tomorrow morning."

According to the development of the previous life, tonight, Uncle Jin Gui's wife will run away with the money and never return to Jiangjiazhuang.

He stayed to help.

"Okay." Jiang Junlong felt sorry.

Jiang Qianqian thought that Jiang Ning was about to leave, and the next time she wanted to see him, it might be another year later. She wanted to say that her family would leave tomorrow morning and could send Jiang Ning off, but unfortunately her family's way home did not pass through Yuzhou.

…

Jiang Ning and his cousins ​​strolled around the village for a long time. Finally, at the door of Uncle Jingui's house, Jiang Junlong was stopped by his uncle Jiang Qitian: "Longlong, go home."

Then, Jiang Qitian patted Jiang Ning and said with a hearty smile: "Ningning, spend the New Year in the village, and invite your parents home!"

Jiang Ning: "They can't come back, I'll go to Jiang Province to spend the New Year with them."

Jiang Qitian frowned: "Hey, I can't just focus on making money. What's the point of leaving my son at home!"

He added: "Come to my house after the New Year and I'll buy you some New Year's goods."

After saying goodbye, the uncle drove away.

Without Jiang Junlong as a foil, Jiang Qianqian couldn't continue to look for Jiang Ning to play. She knew that her relationship with Jiang Ning was not that good.

Jiang Qianqian was a little depressed. Why did she have to be the younger sister?

Jiang Ning returned home to rest, and Wang Xue sent a string of messages: "Jiang Ning, are you free tonight? It's still Hongyun Hotel. I'm having my birthday today, and it's a farewell party before I transfer to another school. I've invited my former good friends and my current high school classmates to set up two tables for the banquet. Are you coming?"

"There are Qing'e, Li Jing, Yinghui, Xiaoxiao, Dizi..." She listed a row of familiar and unfamiliar names.

Jiang Ning looked at these names. He was born in a small town, went to the village primary school, the town primary school, and the town junior high school. He was born and raised here, and spent a scarce but solid nine-year compulsory education period.

Familiar scenes from his student days emerged in his mind, some happy, some lost, and many unfair...

For him, these memories are very long ago, but for many students, he was away for only a year and a half.

Jiang Ning replied: "Forget it, see you next time I come back."

Soon, a screenshot was sent, along with a text message.

Jiang Ning clicked in and saw that it was a screenshot of his chat with Wang Xue.

Wang Xue: "Ahhh, Yinghui, he refused, what should I say?"

Good boy, she was so careless that she sent it to the wrong person.

Jiang Ning said: "You reply [OK, let's make an appointment next time]."

Wang Xue realized that she sent it to the wrong person, she: "(crying)"

After sending this expression, Wang Xue was silent, probably dead.

…

Uncle Jingui's wedding banquet was only held at noon, and one table included all the relatives.

And in the evening, there was no banquet, and everyone could only eat leftovers.

Jiang Ning now returned to the village alone, without food, and during the period after his grandparents passed away, he often went to Uncle Xiaogui and Uncle Jingui's house for free meals, so he was naturally called over for dinner.

It was Uncle Jingui who came to call him personally. He appeared at the door of Jiang Ning's house with an extremely bright face and full of joy. Today is his big day.

He came up and patted Jiang Ning on the shoulder, saying enthusiastically: "Ningning, if you don't agree to help me press the bed, I can't even give you the money!"

Pressing the bed is a custom in Yuzhou. Generally, the young men (unmarried) among relatives and friends are invited to sleep in the new house for one night in advance to have a festive meaning.

Jiang Ning smiled and said: "I am not suitable. I am too old."

Uncle Jin Gui was speechless: "If you are considered old, then I am old too?"

Uncle Jin Gui was not like those annoying relatives who came up to force a topic to improve the relationship, asking about grades, work, and finding a partner.

He didn't ask, but said: "Ningning, do you still play games now?"

Jiang Ning replied: "Occasionally play LOL, or CF, and also find some stand-alone games."

Uncle Jingui said: "I don't play online games anymore, but I still play Plants vs. Zombies. Now there is a mobile version, but it's a pity that the second generation is too expensive, so I play the cracked version."

The two chatted and walked on the gravel road ten years ago, but Jiang Ning was no longer the little boy who chased Uncle Jingui and asked why the pea shooter had to be planted behind the sunflower.

And Uncle Jingui was no longer the free and easy young man ten years ago.

The former lofty ambitions have now all been compromised for life. Jingui married a woman who was married for the second time and had a baby, and it was a little boy. This was a copy that even Dorgon failed to challenge.

This road finally came to an end. Uncle Jingui greeted the guests who helped with a grateful smile.

Jiang Ning sat down at the table. Tonight's dish was a big banquet stew, which was to put new dishes or leftovers in a pot and heat them up. It was also called a hodgepodge.

Obviously, stewing them together would lead to mixed flavors, but for some reason, Jiang Ning, when he was a child, particularly liked the hodgepodge. In his memory, it was super delicious.

Soon, the steaming porcelain bowl was brought to the table. Jiang Ning glanced at it. There were shredded pork, squid, garlic moss, bean skin, tripe, garlic sprouts, and various vegetables mixed together in the bowl.

He grabbed a big steamed bun, took a bite of the vegetable, tasted it, and surprisingly, it was still the taste in his memory, very tasty and delicious.

Not only did he eat it himself, he also took a photo and sent it to Tongtong: "I'm eating a hodgepodge and I won't bring it to you."

Tongtong was like the mobile phone people in later generations. She was on standby by the phone for 16 hours a day. When she saw the familiar hodgepodge, she swallowed her saliva secretly, mixed with dissatisfaction with Jiang Ning.

"Hmph, if you don't want to bring it, then don't bring it. I'm so hungry that I can't even give it to a puppy!"

Call you arrogant! Tongtong felt relieved and felt revenged.

Jiang Ning said, "What I mean is, do you want to eat a hodgepodge? I'll bring it to you."

Xue Yuantong was embarrassed: "Eat it."

Jiang Ning: "Haha, I won't bring it."

Xue Yuantong was furious: "What are you talking about if you don't bring it!"

Jiang Ning: "I'm just kidding you."

...

At night, half past eight.

Most rural people have a healthy schedule. At this time, the guests at Uncle Jingui's house have already dispersed, and only the second grandmother and Sister Gui are helping to clean up the mess.

Hanghang from next door gave Jiang Ning a pack of firecrackers.

Jiang Ning snapped his fingers, rubbed the flame, lit the firecrackers, and exploded with a "pia" sound.

Along with the sound of the firecrackers, Jiang Ning heard the quarrel between Uncle Jingui and the bride.

The bride had the confidence to complain because of the mistakes deliberately made by the emcee at the wedding. She held it in for an afternoon and finally broke out in the evening.

The son of the bride was howling and making noises, which made Uncle Jingui upset.

Uncle Jingui still said in a gentle voice: "It's okay, we will live a good life in the future."

"It's just the two of you, right? Where did you put my son?" The bride was getting more and more angry.

Second grandmother and Sister Gui helped to separate them, but it only added fuel to the fire.

At this time, a thin and refined man in a leather jacket appeared beside the bride like an iron tree. He stared at her and warned: "Jiang Jingui, before my sister married you, you promised me that you would treat him well. I came here to work for my sister's wedding, and you told me this!"

Jiang Jingui was speechless. He tried to explain: "Brother, I didn't expect what happened at my wedding today."

"Don't say it, I'm not satisfied!" The thin man in the leather jacket grabbed his sister's arm with one hand and led her to the village entrance.

Jiang Jingui stepped forward and tried to pull them apart, but was beaten back by the thin man.

He only felt a burning pain in his palm, the other party was so strong.

Jin Guiniang shouted: "No, it's three days before we can go back home, how can we leave that night? We will be laughed to death by the villagers!"

Uncle Xiaogui hurried forward to intervene, but was pushed by the dark and thin man and staggered.

Seeing that the bride was about to leave the yard, Jiang Ning leaned against the door, his eyes indifferent: "You can leave, but leave the gift money."