Song Tan Jishi

Chapter 1180 1180. The seventh cousin’s son is back!

The seventh cousin carried a large bag of snow-white and soft milk steamed buns, and then he and the seventh grandma wandered back to their home under the not very bright street lamp.

Compared with the liveliness of Song Tan's house, his old house from decades ago felt cool as soon as he entered the yard.

The dark courtyard was empty, and even the lights on the porch were still the old tungsten bulbs from before.

The old couple fell silent for a moment.

When the seventh cousin walked to the kitchen and pulled the light cord, the dim light illuminated the small kitchen. He was stunned, and then he remembered that the steamed buns should be placed in the refrigerator.

The refrigerator is placed in the living room.

Grandma Qi then sighed: "This house has been there for decades, it's time to tear it down."

"Yes," the seventh cousin said sadly, "I just think about building a house at such an old age. I feel so uneasy."

"What's wrong?" Grandma Qi muttered: "In the urban area, you think there is no place to farm. I didn't see you farming when I came back. But we are the only ones living in such a big house. , it’s not even warm when I come back at night.”

A newly built hut can accommodate an old couple without looking too empty, and it can still gather energy. In the winter, I keep the whole stove in the house. When I come back at night, I just grab some dry firewood and stuff it in. Wouldn’t it make it warm again?

Unlike now, the yard is dark and the house is also dark. As people get older, they sleep less and go to the toilet more often, so the old wooden door creaks.

Cousin Qi thought about it, and now he excitedly said to Grandma Qi: "Have you seen the picture I sent you last night? I saw it on Douyin. That old man's house was built, and the bath was still there. There are seats and railings! Let’s install one too. I saw that Xiao Zhao also talked about this in the house he designed for us..."

Grandma Qi muttered: "The old people's houses were built and decorated by children, so it's better for us..."

The seventh cousin looked at her and said, "Look, why are you mentioning him? My son is just like a guest. Do you have any affection?"

"When I can't walk any more, will we go all the way to the border, or will he come back to serve us? He's not as reliable as me, Qiao Qiao."

The two put the steamed buns in the freezer, boiled a pot of water with the electric kettle they bought after returning to their hometown, soaked their feet, and then lay down.

It's time to go to bed. My son will come back tomorrow, and he, the father-in-law, must let him know who is the father!

Thinking about the steamed buns and the big and small bags that he brought today, the seventh cousin felt deeply satisfied and fell asleep soundly.

And now?

In Yuncheng City, Ayiguli, who was staying in the hotel, looked at her two sleeping daughters and complained about her husband:

"We should go back to see dad early in the morning. For so many years, neither Joe Lepon nor Afu have seen him, and neither have I..."

Song Shuliang was tired from spending a crazy day with his daughter. Now he lay down and waved his hands indifferently:

"Don't you also make WeChat calls during the holidays? The videos look no different from real people, and there are several red envelopes given out..."

Seeing that his wife was still uneasy, he turned over and sat up: "You don't know! The roads in our country are very difficult, and the land is not flat like our border areas."

"I'm also afraid that when I return to my hometown and want to take a car to the city, I have to walk a long way, which is too troublesome. Anyway, my dad is not in a hurry. I just happened to take you to play in the past few days. We will celebrate the New Year tomorrow. It's just a good time to go back..."

After speaking, he lay down again, then stared at the ceiling and sighed:

"This urban area is developing very fast. It feels completely different from when I left. If I hadn't read the guide, I wouldn't have known where to take my children to play..."

The wife thought about it and said regretfully:

"The BBQ mutton skewers are not delicious. We should bring two more sheep over for dad."

"It's not easy to take it with you." Song Shuliang was already sleepy and muttered at this moment: "There are so many people during the Spring Festival, how can I take it with me? Let's send it by express delivery when we get back."

Ayiguli glanced at him and thought to herself, you said the same thing last time. Later, she felt that express delivery was too expensive, so she added that the ice would melt easily when sent back...

However, my husband said so, and he has given everything to his family over the years. After much thought, Ayiguli couldn't say anything more, so she just packed up and lay down.

Early on the next morning, Song Shuliang asked the front desk and successfully booked a taxi.

The taxi driver was quite chatty. He looked at the three border girls with tall noses and big eyes in the back row, and then looked at Song Shuliang next to him:

"Brother, why are you going to Yunqiao Village? Your hometown?"

"Yes." Song Shuliang nodded: "My father is back in the village now, and he will bring the children back for a visit during the Chinese New Year."

"Oh, that's ok! I know about Yunqiao Village. The asphalt road there was just built this year, and the car can drive smoothly. I heard that the city government is planning an electric route for the new year... Tsk, I don't know. The burning is so fragrant, how could such good things happen to this village..."

Song Shuliang listened in a daze and had only a half-understanding.

After all, when he walked, the mountain road was still muddy and winding. Now he thought that every village might have cement roads. Why, even the asphalt roads had been repaired?

He remained silent and listened to the driver talking about the mountains. Then when he entered the village, he was dumbfounded.

Because the village has changed to some extent now, and he can no longer remember which direction his home is...

At this moment, the driver looked at him with something wrong.

Finally, the seventh cousin asked Song Tan to help him send the address. When he got off the bus, the other party sighed:

"Brother, how many years have you been out? Why have you forgotten your roots?"

Song Shuliang couldn't say anything else except for talking.

But at this moment, because of his return home, the seventh cousin's kitchen, which had not been touched in more than ten years, was once again filled with smoke.

"Come back?" Grandma Qi finally saw her son.

But unexpectedly, she didn't feel too excited. She was originally worried that she would look worthless by crying. But now looking at this strange and experienced man in front of him, his consciousness seems to have become dull.

In the end, I could only say three words in embarrassment.

Song Shuliang didn't notice it. He just threw the bag on the ground: "Dad! Mom! I'm back - where is my dad?"

The seventh cousin was coming out of the kitchen carrying a bowl:

"Oh, here comes the distinguished guest. I haven't seen you come to my door for so many years!"

Song Shuliang laughed.

"Dad, that's true of you! It's inconvenient for me to take care of my family, so you can come and see me. The scenery over there is so nice."

The seventh cousin rolled his eyes inwardly, wondering who was on your side and who was on your side.

But the daughter-in-law standing there with her two granddaughters didn't dare to speak. After all, she was the one who often called grandpa in the video. The seventh cousin could only sigh, and then handed over the two bowls:

"This is our Qiming and April, oh, they look better than in the video... Come on, come on, I heard that you have many cows and sheep over there, and they drink milk all the time. This is where Qiao Qiao went to the pasture early in the morning. I brought it here..."

Update 1 is here!