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

Inside the house, warm yellow light shines on everyone, outlining a cozy outline.

Director Song's sincere and affectionate words fell slowly, as if leaving a trace of warmth in the air.

Wang Jianguo sat upright on a wooden chair, his back straight, a modest smile on his face, listening attentively and nodding slightly from time to time to show his approval.

After Director Song finished speaking, Wang Jianguo paused for a moment, as if he was carefully organizing his words.

He first raised his chin slightly and glanced at Zhao Shuzhuo and Cheng Hai, who were standing beside him with the same pious expressions. The moment their eyes met, they conveyed a tacit understanding and resonance.

Then, Wang Jianguo slowly turned his head and faced Director Song. His smile became brighter and brighter. He spoke in a gentle and respectful tone:

"Director Song, what you just said really touched our hearts."

He paused slightly, a hint of emotion in his eyes, and continued:

"You also know how many hardships and obstacles we have gone through along the way. When the supply and marketing cooperative first started, the capital chain was as tight as a string about to break."

"The venue issue made us even more anxious. It felt like we were groping in a bush with every step we took."

"If you hadn't used your years of experience and extensive connections to help us solve problems time and time again, the supply and marketing cooperative would have died in its infancy."

Wang Jianguo's voice trembled slightly, and he was a little emotional, obviously deeply touched by the difficult past. He took a deep breath, tried to calm down, and continued:

"Moreover, your concern for us is not limited to the work level. On weekdays, if a family encounters difficulties in life, you are always the first to know and lend a helping hand without saying a word."

"If anyone is wronged at work and feels depressed, you are like a close friend, patiently guiding and persuading us, helping us dispel the haze."

"You are like our head of the family, taking good care of us and making us young people who are out there feel the warmth of home."

At this point, Wang Jianguo leaned forward slightly, placed his hands neatly on his knees, and smiled even more charmingly. In his tone, he spoke with the cleverness that only a young person can muster:

"So, then... then as the younger generation, we should also come to see you and Auntie. Think about it, it's New Year's Day, this is a courtesy that our Chinese nation has passed down for thousands of years."

"If we don't come to wish you two a happy new year, we will feel so guilty. We will feel that we have failed your kindness and have been labeled as ungrateful."

Song Guohua sat on the sofa opposite, listening quietly to Wang Jianguo's affectionate and clear words, the smile in his eyes spread like ripples.

His originally amiable face was now illuminated by a smile, like the brightest warm sunshine in spring. The crow's feet at the corners of his eyes became more profound because of his smile, and his whole body exuded a joyful atmosphere.

Hearing Wang Jianguo speak so well, he immediately smiled happily. He couldn't help but reach out his hand, gently patted Wang Jianguo's shoulder across the coffee table, and exclaimed:

"Jianguo, you are such a sensible kid! Look at what you said, it's so sincere and heartfelt."

"Just like your brothers, they are all good kids. Our exchanges are so heartwarming. This is the atmosphere that should be there during the Chinese New Year!"

Director Song's action made other people in the room laugh as well, and the originally slightly restrained atmosphere instantly became relaxed and joyful.

Zhao Shuzhuo and Cheng Hai smiled at each other and joined the conversation, sharing interesting stories about the supply and marketing cooperative in the past year. Laughter and joyful chatter continued to echo in the house, as if to make the New Year atmosphere even more intense.

Inside the house, the warm air seemed to be filled with laughter and joy, and everyone was immersed in a warm and harmonious conversation.

Just at this moment, Aunt Song walked out of the kitchen with brisk steps, holding a quaint wooden tray steadily in her hands.

Several exquisite blue and white porcelain teacups were neatly placed on the tray. The cups were filled with steaming hot tea, and the tea fragrance was rising, instantly adding a leisurely charm to the room.

Aunt Song had a smile on her face, and her crow's feet at the corners of her eyes hid a smile. She first walked to the coffee table and gently and skillfully placed the teacups one by one in front of everyone, ensuring that everyone could use them easily.

Then, she stood up, and with a loving look, she swept across the faces of Wang Jianguo, Zhao Shuzhuo, and Cheng Hai in turn, and said:

"You guys are from the supply and marketing cooperative, right?"

Her voice was gentle and kind, with the care and concern that only an elder can have.

As she spoke, Aunt Song's eyes revealed some emotion. She turned slightly to look at Director Song and continued:

"On weekdays, when our old Song is at home, the thing he talks about the most is you. He often says that you young people are the sun and hope of our area!"

"Every time you mentioned what you did in the supply and marketing cooperative and the achievements you made, he would be like a child, grinning from ear to ear with joy."

Aunt Song's words were full of understanding of her husband and recognition of these younger generations, as if she had also personally participated in the development of the supply and marketing cooperative.

"Look, my daughter finally came home today to celebrate the New Year, and the family is having a great time. You guys came to wish him a happy New Year at this time. I don't know how happy he must be."

As Aunt Song spoke, she gently patted Director Song on the shoulder, her eyes full of doting, as if she was sharing a sweet little secret.

"Let me tell you, although Old Song appears serious at work, he actually has a warm heart. He is looking forward to getting together with young people to talk about work and ideals."

Finally, Aunt Song seemed to suddenly remember something, her eyes lit up, and she enthusiastically invited everyone:

"Stay for lunch and have a few drinks with Old Song. It's rare for our family to be so lively, so it's a good time to have some fun together during the New Year."

"I'll go to the kitchen and add a few more delicious dishes. I guarantee you'll enjoy your meals and drinks."

Aunt Song's tone was unquestionable and full of sincerity, making it difficult to refuse such warm kindness.

Inside the house, the warm yellow light shines down, making everyone's figures look cozy and friendly.

After Auntie Song's enthusiastic invitation, Wang Jianguo stood up from his seat as if he had been scalded. He waved his hands in the air in panic, his face full of apology, and waved his hands eagerly to refuse:

"No, no, ma'am, we appreciate your kindness."

He bowed slightly, looked at Aunt Song sincerely, and explained.

"It's Chinese New Year, and everyone has their own plans. We still have to visit other people's homes to pay New Year's greetings. We really can't afford to waste this time, so we won't eat here. Thank you."