Slag Gong's Loyal Dog Road

It has been almost ten years since Shen Qingyuan left Yangliu Village at the age of 16.In the past ten years, he can count the number of times he has returned to the village with two hands, and in the three years he was with He Jingrui, he has not been back even once.

Standing on the hillside at the head of the village at this moment, looking at the beautiful and peaceful village below the slope like an ink painting, he felt both strange and familiar.

For him, this place has always been an existence that is home but not like home.He was born here, almost all his relatives lived here, and those painful memories rooted in his head also started here.Yangliu Village is like a symbol, closely related to shame and exclusion.

Of course, he didn't think about these things for the time being. He was just attracted by the warm winter sun, the dry and clear blue sky, and the clean and fresh air in front of him, sweeping away the fatigue of the journey.

Pulling up the huge/big travel bag on his back, he walked briskly down the hill.

When he reached the entrance of the village, he met the village chief and several old people in the village.They seem to be discussing something, pointing and poking on the ground, arguing about something fiercely.

The village head is a tall man. Apart from being old, his appearance hasn't changed much over the years, so he can recognize him at a glance.

"Uncle Wang!" Shen Qingyuan stepped forward to say hello.

The village head froze for a moment, but didn't recognize him.

"I'm Qingyuan! From the Zhong family, don't you remember?" He said with a smile.

The village chief stared at the young man in down jacket and jeans with a bright smile, and it took him a long time to connect him with the silent and timid bean sprouts of the Zhong family.

"Xiaoyuan? Oh, I can't even recognize it. I thought it was a student from the city. You haven't been back for a long time."

Shen Qingyuan has been living a good life these past few years. He doesn't have to travel around to work. He is a boss and a student at the same time. His whole demeanor has become quieter, and he is urged by He Jingrui to dress up. Although he is still simple, he is no longer as unkempt as before. He really looked like a gentle student.

"Yeah, the family is short of staff, I'll come back to help."

"You mean, you want to live here permanently?" The village head greeted, but moved a few steps away from Shen Qingyuan imperceptibly.

"Well, we'll be staying for a while." Shen Qingyuan didn't notice the village chief's small movements at all, and still spoke with a smile.

The village chief frowned and exchanged glances with the surrounding villagers.Several villagers had different expressions, but their unwelcoming attitude was unified.

Shen Qingyuan noticed that everyone was strange, but he was used to being a "wild species" in the early years, so he didn't take it to heart, smiled and said a few words, and went straight away with his luggage.

Walking along the way, he found that Yangliu Village had changed a lot.

Roads were built in the village a few years ago, but at that time most of the traffic on the roads were passing vehicles, and the villagers who drove tractors and rode motorcycles were considered rich.Now, many people in the village have their own cars, and many of the pickup trucks and vans passing by have local license plates.

Those low brick houses were also replaced by small western-style buildings rising from the ground.It is not surprising that rural people build buildings when they have money, but this building is also built too carefully, too high, right?Someone actually built a five or six-story building.Moreover, the front of those buildings is almost covered with white sheets and quilt covers, all in white flowers, which are blown by the wind.

Is this a hotel?But Yangliu Village is not a transportation hub, so where are there so many travelers?If opening a hotel could make money, there wouldn't be so many people going out to work.

Confused, he turned into the village's labyrinthine alleys.

At the end of the road, there stood a thin but familiar figure.

As soon as he saw this figure, Shen Qingyuan's heart was filled with infinite warmth, and he wished he could fly to her side with his wings.

"Mom!" Shen Qingyuan was carrying a travel bag like a little boy, dragging a suitcase in his hand, and ran towards the door of the house with jingling bells.

Shen's mother heard his footsteps from a distance, and was listening to identify them, when suddenly her son ran up to her eyes.Before she could speak, she was already hugged tightly by her son.

She had the illusion that her son was growing taller and stronger again. She squeezed Shen Qingyuan's shoulders and arms, unable to say a thousand words, and for a long time only said one of the most common words: "You have come back."

Shen Qingyuan knew that his mother must have been waiting at the door for a long time—it was like this every time he came home.

"Well, I won't leave when I come back this time." He took his mother's arm and went to push the door, but was stopped by his mother.

Mother Shen obviously had something to say that she didn't want Zhong Dafu and the others to hear.

"If you don't go back, what will happen to your store?"

"I have a partner... Besides, I have He Jingrui."

"What about Xiaohe? He knows you won't go back?"

"Ah."

"Did you quarrel?" Shen's mother was very sensitive to notice that her son evaded a little when he mentioned He Jingrui.

"No. He took over from his brother's class and became the president. He is too busy with work to take care of me."

"Is he treating you okay?" Shen's mother is most concerned about this.

"Well, very good." Shen Qingyuan couldn't help showing a smile on his face, and the words he said were full of honey, "He asked me to say hello to you."

Shen's mother heard the affection in his words, she finally let go of her heart, and said with a smile: "This child is filial piety."

If He Jingrui heard this evaluation from his mother-in-law, he would definitely faint from laughter.

Imagining Big Meow's proud appearance, the smile on Shen Qingyuan's mouth deepened.

Shen's mother was about to speak when Zhong Dafu's voice came from the courtyard: "Who are you talking to?"

Shen Qingyuan turned around and pushed open the courtyard door, helped his mother to walk in, and promised while walking: "Uncle, I'm back."

The yard was very clean, and the farm implements and things were neatly stacked along the wall, and it didn't look messy because Zhang Yongjing left.

Shen Qingyuan could not help but admire the elder sister after just one glance, with her around, the life of the two elderly people in the family would not be so careless.

Zhong Dafu is doing carpentry.He is a well-known carpenter in the village. Besides farming, he is also a carpenter.Nowadays, it is not fashionable to make furniture in the village, and people go to the county town to buy finished products, but occasionally someone asks him to make a chair, table or something.

Seeing Shen Qingyuan, he was not surprised, but his face was slashed with knives and axes, serious to the point of sternness.He has a coffin face with no expression all year round, whether he is happy or not, Shen Qingyuan doesn't mind at all.

Shen Qingyuan walked up to him and shouted, then squatted down and asked without words: "What do you do?"

"Yeah." Zhong Dafu frowned and put down the tool in his hand, picked up the pipe next to him and lit it, and asked dryly, "Are you back? The journey is going well?"

"It's going well. Where's the eldest sister?"

Shen's mother fumbled/fumbled over a small bench, and just as Shen Qingyuan touched the bench, Zhong Dafu had already stood up and walked into the main room.

"She's gone into the field."

"It's still raining in this kind of weather?" Shen Qingyuan had no choice but to follow him into the house with a suitcase on his shoulders.

"What can I do? Her life is miserable." Zhong Dafu sat in the big chair at the top of the room, took two puffs of his cigarette, and said sadly.

"Little brother brought you a lot of things." Shen Qingyuan hurriedly changed the topic to Zhong Xiulin.

Mentioning the precious son, Zhong Dafu's expression finally eased, Shen's mother also sat next to the second child, and asked with concern: "He will graduate soon, is it easy to find a job in the city?"

"He is currently working part-time in He Jingrui's company, and he is doing very well. He has already decided to work in that company after graduation. Because he is familiar with the business, he will be promoted to supervisor after signing the contract."

When Zhong Dafu heard He Jingrui's name, he frowned slightly, but when he heard that his youngest son was going to be promoted, his frown relaxed again.

Shen's mother said happily: "With Xiao He taking care of Xiao Lin, I can rest assured that the child will do things safely."

Zhong Dafu coughed twice, and cast a meaningful glance at his wife.

Shen's mother couldn't see his expression, she concentrated on asking about the situation of her two sons.

Shen Qingyuan took out the things he bought for the family one by one, and Zhong Dafu took the things that his youngest son honored himself, the wrinkles on his face finally relaxed, showing a rare smile.Regarding the things Shen Qingyuan bought, after hesitating for a second, he also accepted them with a smile.

While speaking, the door was pushed open, and Zhong Xiufang walked into the yard with a bamboo basket on her back and farm tools.

She lowered her head and didn't look into the room.After entering the yard, I put the bamboo baskets and agricultural tools by the wall, and went to scoop up water to wash my hands and face.

"Elder Sister." Shen Qingyuan went out to say hello.

Her movements paused, then she straightened up with water droplets still hanging on her face, and stared straight at Shen Qingyuan.The gaze was very unfriendly, even with the hostility of wanting to bite.

"Why is he back?" She pointed at Shen Qingyuan and asked loudly.

Mother Shen leaned against the door and explained timidly: "Xiao Yuan came here specially to help, we saw you were busy, so we didn't tell you."

"Who wants his help?" Zhong Xiufang said aggressively.

"Xiaofang." Zhong Dafu hastily stopped him, "No matter how you say it is a family, he is also kind..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhong Xiufang slammed the towel into the basin, splashing water all over her body.She didn't care, turned her head and went upstairs with the steam on her head and face.

"She's in a bad mood, so don't worry about her." Shen's mother anxiously explained to her son, fearing that her son would be overwhelmed.

Shen Qingyuan nodded indifferently.Anyway, the eldest sister has never been gentle to herself, and she has a hot temper. Now that she has just divorced, it is not surprising that she is in a bad mood and blames herself.

When he left home to work, the family hadn't built a house yet. After the house was built, he had already stayed in the city for several years and made it clear that he would settle down in the city, so the family didn't have a room for him.Now he has to live in Zhong Xiulin's house when he comes back.

After simply packing up his luggage, Shen Qingyuan went upstairs with the gift he bought for Zhong Xiufang.

The door of the eldest sister's room was closed tightly, and he knocked a few times, but there was no movement, so he put the things on the ground in front of the door.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he went down to the first floor, those gifts fell from the upper floor like flowers from the heavenly maidens, scattered all over the floor in various colors.

Shen Qingyuan stared blankly at the things on the ground, and finally felt that the elder sister's attitude towards him was abnormally bad.

Zhong Dafu yelled in the yard: "Don't throw it around! You're a prodigal!"

Shen Qingyuan stepped forward to pick up the things and handed them to Zhong Dafu, then turned around and faced his worried mother.

The mother and son tacitly waited for Zhong Dafu to enter the room before starting to talk.

"What's the matter, big sister? She seems to hate me. Did I offend her?" Shen Qingyuan couldn't help asking.