In the courtyard, everyone is afraid of the little boy who is so smart!

Along the way, thinking of Director Song's careful guidance and strong support for many affairs of the supply and marketing cooperative, the three people's steps became more determined.

Soon, the familiar courtyard of Director Song's house came into view. They straightened their clothes and checked the gifts in their hands again.

Only then did he go forward and knock on Director Song's door, ready to offer his most sincere New Year wishes and start a warm and heartwarming New Year's greeting journey.

Following a crisp knock on the door, the door slowly swayed after a while, and a kind-faced lady with slightly gray hair came to open the door.

The old lady is a little thin and not tall. The years have left shallow marks on her face. The crow's feet at the corners of her eyes and the fine lines on her forehead all tell of the vicissitudes and hard work of the past.

She was wearing a blue cloth shirt that had faded from washing. The color of the shirt seemed to have been washed by time. Although it was not new, it was clean and tidy. The fine stitches at the collar were faintly visible, and it was obvious that it was the result of careful sewing and repeated washing.

The lower body is matched with a pair of black trousers, which are also without too much decoration, simple and practical. When walking, you can see the trouser legs swinging slightly, which makes him look neat.

She had a dark blue apron tied around her waist with some flour on it, as if she had just been busy in the kitchen.

At this moment, she was holding a blue and white porcelain bowl steadily in her hand. The bowl was steaming, as if it contained food that had just been taken out of the pot and had not yet been eaten.

She was Director Song's lover, Aunt Song. Aunt Song narrowed her eyes slightly, looking at the three unfamiliar but smiling faces in front of her, a trace of doubt flashed across her eyes, and she subconsciously took a small step back.

She raised the bowl in her hand a little higher to avoid accidentally bumping into the newcomer. She raised her head slightly, her eyes swept over the faces of the three people one by one, her lips slightly parted, her voice filled with curiosity and inquiry, and she asked doubtfully:

"You are???"

The drawn-out tail tone, as if waiting for an answer, quietly opened the opening suspense of the three people's visit.

Wang Jianguo is a very sociable person. When he saw Aunt Song's puzzled face, he immediately smiled and walked quickly towards her, his whole attitude being humble and polite.

He first bowed slightly, looking at Aunt Song gently, making sure that she could feel his sincerity, and then introduced himself in a clear and loud voice:

"Hello, Auntie! I am so sorry to bother you. Is this Director Song's home?"

Having said that, he paused for a moment, pointed to Zhao Shuzhuo and Cheng Hai beside him, and continued:

"We work with Director Song. We are grateful for his care on weekdays. So, during the Chinese New Year, the three of us came to wish Director Song a happy new year and express our gratitude."

When Aunt Song heard that the person was looking for her husband, the confusion on her face instantly turned into a bright smile. The crow's feet at the corners of her eyes smoothed out, making her look even more friendly and amiable.

"Oh, so you're looking for Lao Song!"

She turned sideways enthusiastically, waved her arms vigorously, and invited the three people into the house, muttering something non-stop.

"Come on, come in, it's cold outside, don't catch a cold!"

That enthusiasm was as if they were welcoming relatives they hadn't seen for a long time.

As soon as the three people entered the main room, Aunt Song didn't even have time to pour them a glass of water. She turned around impatiently and walked quickly towards the inner room, shouting at the top of her voice:

"Old Song, Old Song, come out quickly! There are a few guys who say they work with you, and they came to wish you a happy new year on New Year's Day!"

The voice was filled with undisguised joy and pride, echoing in this small room.

The way she eagerly called her husband, as if she was afraid that if she was a little late, the guest would become impatient. One could truly feel her hospitality and respect for her husband.

Inside the house, it was warm and cozy. Director Song was sitting on the bed in the inner room, concentrating on coaxing his little grandson in his arms.

The little guy looked only two or three years old, with a rosy face like a ripe apple and big round eyes.

At this moment, the child had tears in his eyes and his mouth was pursed, and he was about to cry. Director Song felt very distressed, and he gently shook his arm and hummed a tuneless little song in an attempt to calm the child down.

At this moment, Auntie Song's urgent and loud shout came from the outer room:

"Lao Song, Lao Song, come out quickly!"

The sound penetrated the wall and went straight into Director Song's ears. He was concentrating on coaxing her, and this sudden interruption made him frown slightly, with a hint of impatience flashing across his face. He raised his voice and responded with a slight complaint:

"Hey, old woman, what are you doing? You just keep calling me. I'm just coaxing my grandson."

The tone was like that of a person whose important work was interrupted, full of helplessness and anxiety.

As soon as he finished speaking, Director Song stood up carefully, fearing to disturb the child in his arms.

He first patted the child's back gently, then took small steps and slowly walked out of the house.

He was wearing a dark grey cotton-padded jacket. Although the style was a bit old, it was clean and tidy. He also had a hand-woven scarf around his collar, which should be the work of Aunt Song. It added a bit of homely warmth to him.

His hair was gray, but it was combed meticulously. His face looked a little tired, but when he saw the guests in the outer room, he instantly smiled.

The child in Director Song's arms also curiously poked his head out, his little hands tightly grasping his grandfather's clothes, his eyes rolling around, looking at the three unfamiliar uncles in front of him.

Director Song walked away and whispered to the child:

"My dear grandson, let's go out and meet the guests."

His tone was full of doting. After a while, he appeared in front of everyone holding the child steadily. The warm scene seemed to be frozen, adding a bit of fireworks to the atmosphere of New Year's greetings.

Director Song, holding his little grandson, just stepped out of the threshold of the inner room and his eyes fell directly on Wang Jianguo, Zhao Shuzhuo and Cheng Hai.

In an instant, his face was filled with shock, his eyes were wide open, and his mouth was slightly open, as if he had seen something extremely unexpected.

This shock was a mixture of surprise at the sudden visit of the three people, and also joy at seeing familiar juniors.

After a moment of stunned silence, Director Song immediately came back to his senses, quickly put on a warm smile on his face, and greeted enthusiastically:

"Jianguo, Shuzhuo, Chenghai, why are you three here!"

His voice was bright and loud, echoing in the room, revealing an undisguised intimacy. As he spoke, he walked quickly towards the three people, slightly sideways.

He patted Wang Jianguo's shoulder gently with his free hand, then nodded to Zhao Shuzhuo and Cheng Hai, his eyes full of care and greetings.