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Yao An didn't like Moji, so he promised to leave the next day.In order to take the cat on the high-speed rail before, he had to vaccinate and issue a consignment certificate, but this time he didn't bother to bother because of the short time.I prepared enough dry food at home, and left a message in the group to let a few people take turns to tease the cat, don't let ADHD make you autistic, and then threw a change of clothes in the bag, and a newly bought tube of chewing gum, left the local area.

Yao An is very familiar with the scenery along the line, first the railway tracks, mountains, then abandoned chemical plants, chimneys, tunnels, railway tracks, tunnels...

The mountains are beautiful, and the mist is like a beautiful woman separated by a silk ball, but it is not comparable to Anding Village. Yao An fell asleep after seeing a stop, woke up after several tinnitus, and got out of the car to smoke when he encountered a stop. After taking less than two sips, I threw it away and got into the car, intermittently, and finally arrived.

There was a tour group at the exit, a mix of Chinese and foreign, all wearing little red hats, and they didn't speak English.Yao An ordered a Coke at McDonald's, and while he was waiting, he glanced there, and when he finished, he thought it was funny, expecting something silly.

The last sip of ice was chewed and just arrived at the entrance of the village. Yao An threw the empty paper cup into the cement bucket at the entrance of the canteen. It won't be completely melted when you go home, so you can take a bite while it's cold.

"Isn't this from Lao Yao's house?" The boss looked at him and greeted him warmly, "You haven't come to my place to buy popsicles for a long time."

"Wait tomorrow." Yao An beckoned, leaving the awning set up by bamboo poles, and going back along the way under the fluffy spring sun. There was a small rice transplanter parked in the paddy field, looking at him like a pony like a stranger.

In the yard, Grandpa Yao moved a chair and sat under the eaves. Wearing reading glasses, he squeezed the pillow into the seam of the cloth with a thimble of his thumb, squinting and complaining about the work.Grandma Yao was stepping on the tub with her trouser legs rolled up. There was water mixed with sandalwood soap and spring clothes in the tub. She asked the old man to stop nagging and quickly finish sewing and throw it in for washing.

Drops of water jumped out from between the toes, and there were colorful bubbles the size of the tip of the nose. Grandma finished stepping around, turned around, and was greeted with a bear hug.

"Whose precious grandson is coming home!" Yao An scratched her Maixiang hair.

Grandma Yao was only surprised for a while, her psychological quality was not in vain, she raised her hand and struck the back of his head: "You white-eyed wolf, you still know how to come back!"

Yao An had expected such a sentence earlier, he was scolded and scolded, and then he smiled and called out to Master in a flattering manner.

"It's just in time, give me a needle." Grandpa saw the rescuers, and just wanted to let go.

"Come on." Yao An felt refreshed, let go of grandma and begged for orders, "Do you want to beat grandma again?"

Grandma Yao stared at him furiously. The person who hadn't seen him for a year or so, looked as if she just came here yesterday. Grandma sighed in relief, fearing that he would be beaten away, and reprimanded: "Go and go."

"Yes!" Yao An ran to his grandfather vigorously, squatted down, put on a gold thimble, and continued on the stitches that slipped along the waist of his trousers, not forgetting to tease, "Master, are you getting fat again?"

"That's not good. If it's a blessing, you need to save more." Grandpa took off his glasses, wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, and when he recovered from his fatigue, he turned his head to look at him and hissed, "Young man eats a meal. It’s not like training before, why did you lose weight and didn’t eat well?”

"That's right, the food outside is not as good as the food at home." Yao An stepped down from the donkey and raised his head to call for grandma, "I want to have steamed lamb, steamed bear's paw, and steamed deer tail for dinner..."

Grandma Yao fiddled with her feet, and the blisters held up by the wet clothes burst: "There are only leftovers from lunch, such as cucumbers, fungus, and green beans."

"It's too plain." Yao An complained, "I don't even bother to have visitors."

"What kind of guest are you, at most you can eat food." Grandma stepped on her clothes and said, "Call your dad and the others, come to eat together, and let you eat two more meat dishes."

The needle went through two layers of nylon fabric. Yao An didn't get it right and stuck it directly on his thumb. He licked his finger and said vaguely, "Aren't you going to try your new phone?"

"I'm busy." Grandma Yao motioned to her feet and urged him, "Be quick."

Yao An turned to his grandfather again, unexpectedly, his grandfather had already squinted his eyes and fell asleep in such a short time.

There was no way, Yao An finished the last stitch hastily, threw the trousers into the tub, and took out the phone.

The call log scrolled down many pages before arriving at Yao Xinping, but he still didn't answer, so Yao An pressed it to his ear in front of his grandma.

"What are you doing?" After a short while, Yao Xinping answered the call with a noisy voice.

"Grandma called you over for dinner." Yao An cut to the chase, "It's fine if there's entertainment."

As soon as he finished speaking, his arm was pinched, and Yao An almost threw his phone into the water. Grandma scolded him: "Dad doesn't even call, no big or small."

What Xu wanted to scold had already been scolded, Yao Xinping didn't bother him, but asked, "Are you back?"

Yao An: "Yes."

There was an interval there, and he said, "We'll be there later."

What Yao Xinping said was late was not late in the usual sense. At least the grandparents and grandchildren had finished eating, and Yao An was kicked out of the kitchen after helping grandma cook the pot. The last person was squatting under the eaves and counting ants in poverty. The sound of the engine in the distance was heard .

Yu Wan got out of the car first, and smiled as usual when she saw Yao An, and called his name first, saying it's been a while.

Yao An wanted to stand up to say hello, but his legs were really numb, and halfway through he yelled, until Yu Wan entered the door and Yao Xinping walked in front of him, Yao An still hadn't slowed down a bit.

Yao Xinping stood there without leaving, waiting for him.

The lights were not turned on under the eaves, the father and son were facing each other, and neither of them could see clearly, Yao An stopped shouting, as if that was just a bluff, but his legs were indeed weak, and he was pulling on the wall.

In the end, Yao Xinping couldn't see it, so he straightened him with a palm and said, "What does it look like?"

Yao An endured the soreness in his buttocks and legs, and without looking at him, he lowered his head and called Dad.

He yelled on his own initiative, but it was worse than not yelling. Yao Xinping still smelled of wine from the dinner, and he could smell the dust.

"When did you come back?" he asked.

Yao An replied, "Afternoon."

"How do you choose today?"

"Choose whatever you want, I miss grandpa and grandma."

"Aren't you busy at work?"

"It's okay, I'm not as busy as you, and I don't earn as much as you."

Yao Xinping frowned again, wanting to scold him, but it didn't seem to make sense, besides, it was more boring than cotton in the past, Yao An didn't even have the thought of colliding with him now, what? Thoughts are gone.

Finally, Yao Xinping stepped past him: "Wait, I will tell you something later."

It rained in the evening.The empty vat in front of the steps thumped, beads of water fell from the tile trough, and the drops made a curtain. Yao An twirled a weed and peeled off the cocoon, and his thoughts naturally went to the past, this kind of rain that was not excessive Sometimes they often use their sleeves to catch raindrops, and there are more stains on their sleeves than anyone else.

Long before Yao An realized it, he stretched out his hand, the strength was like a pulse, his Adam's apple was hot, his cuffs were soaked, and he didn't hear when he was called.

"what happened?"

Yao An turned his head back, and grandma was standing in the room with a bright face, holding a large-screen smartphone in her hand, poking a little on it with her rough index finger, twisting her mouth and calling him: "Help me have a look. What's wrong, it can't be opened."

Yao An quietly rolled his cuffs inwards, stretched them to his elbows, and asked procrastinatingly, "It's been three years since I bought it, and my hands are still alive?"

"I don't use it very much." Grandma wrinkled her nose and walked towards him, "If it wasn't for the video with Jian Qi, who would spend a lot of time tossing around with such a thing."

Don't want to admit it.When he heard the name, Yao An was stabbed precisely, just like a certain moment in the eardrum perforation operation.

"Let me do it."

Yao An forced himself to take a step, but the grandma whose nose was almost on the light screen cheered and grinned to her temples.

At the same time, a voice rolled up the curtain after the "ding" connection prompt, hoarse and smiling, like water bubbles emerging in spring.

What he's talking about doesn't matter anymore.

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