"Bro?!"
As soon as he got off the car, he heard a familiar voice not far away.
Turning his head, he saw a girl with slightly dark skin, dressed in a sporty school uniform, and short hair like a boy, standing next to a Wuling mini truck, waving and looking out for him.
Next to her stood a middle-aged man wearing a straw hat to shade himself from the sun.
"Dad! Sis!" ng Lang, dragging his suitcase, walked over with a smile.
"Whoa, bro! You really stand out after living in the big city, all decked out in shiny clothes. I almost didn’t recognize you!"
ng Qingqing sized up ng Lang, her face filled with surprise.
ng Lang looked at her and just laughed.
"You’ve changed too, you’re even darker than before! I told you not to go to sports school, if you get any darker, how are you going to get married in the future!"
"Mind your own business!" ng Qingqing rolled her eyes.
Objectively speaking, ng Qingqing was not ugly, she could be considered a pretty girl, it’s just that she always had this tomboyish look about her.
Elder Zhang, seeing ng Lang’s completely transford attire, slightly frowned.
"How much do you make in a month, not knowing to save up, always going for these superficial things! Swelling your face up to look fat! Co on, get in the car! Your mother has been worried sick at ho waiting for you!"
ng Lang was taken aback.
That mouth of Mr. ng... With so resignation, he loaded his suitcase into the bed of the mini truck and then sat in the passenger seat.
This four-seater mini truck could be considered one of the ng family’s "fixed assets." Usually, it was used for hauling feed, crops, and the like.
Mr. ng treasured it, having used it for seven or eight years, it was still well maintained.
The mini truck slowly drove toward ng Family Village along a country road, passing continuous fields of rapeseed.
It was the most beautiful ti in April.
A sea of flowers, green with splashes of gold, under the setting sun, it looked just like one of Monet’s paintings.
Perhaps it was a change of heart, but what commonly seed like ordinary rural scenes to his eyes now revealed the flavor of a countryside scroll painting.
He leaned comfortably against the back of his seat, slling the fragrance of the flowers, and experiencing the long-missed scent of ho.
"Hey! Bro, aren’t you working in sales at an insurance company? Does that make money?"
ng Qingqing popped her head from the backseat, suspiciously staring at her brother who seed quite different than before.
Before ng Lang could speak, Mr. ng snorted.
"Hmph! Make money, my ass. Elder Zhang already told , this rotten kid is not cut out for that, and it won’t be long before he’s thrown out.
I told you to consider taking a civil service exam in the county, even being a teacher would have been better! Do you think it’s so easy to make it in the big city!"
If this had been any other ti, upon hearing these words, ng Lang, for the sake of his "proud stubbornness," would definitely have argued with Mr. ng.
And in the end, after none of them could convince the other, the conversation would break down, leading to a "father-son cold war."
Well... that’s how the two of them had been getting by these past two years, and this process hadn’t changed a bit.
The stubbornness of the two n could be said to run in the family.
However, having experienced several lifetis, realizing the brevity of life and the uncertainty of human existence, ng Lang felt his mindset had transcended.
Let him be strong in his own right, the cool breeze brushes the hills!
ng Lang smiled and chose not to respond to Mr. ng’s jab.
"Making money has been pretty average, but it’s quite a character-building experience."
ng Qingqing observed her elder brother for a long while and then nodded.
"Hmm... there really is a sense of ’a scholar being away for three days should be looked at with new eyes,’ not just clothes, but your whole deanor seems different from before.
Exactly how it’s different... I can’t put my finger on it."
"Heh heh!"
This girl’s intuition was much stronger than Mr. ng’s.
"Ding!" Just then his phone chid with a ssage alert.
ng Lang took it out and saw that it was a group ssage.
Pear Blossom in the Rain: [Uncle, have you arrived ho safely?]
ng Lang paused for a mont.
ng said: [Xiao Yu?]
Pear Blossom in the Rain: [Hee hee! Sister said to make contact easier, she bought a phone, and Sister Weiwei helped set up an account (smiley face)]
A Pear Blossom: [You’re welco! (proud)]
ng Lang: "..."
It was indeed you who stirred up trouble! Yan Weiwei!
This nickna... are you trying to claim rights over Xiao Yu while I’m away?
So... since you can’t have , you’re going after my most valiant soldier?
Why does this guy always complicate things!
He helplessly picked up his phone and snapped a photo of the view outside the window.
ng said: [Photo]
ng said: [Entered the village, all is well! (peace sign)]
Pear Blossom in the Rain: [Wow! Uncle’s ho is so beautiful!]
"Bro, who are you chatting with? It’s not my sister-in-law, is it? Let see!"
"Hey! You..."
ng Lang’s phone was suddenly snatched away by ng Qingqing, who held it at a distance with a mischievous grin and eagerly stared at the screen.
"What’s this? It’s not your sister-in-law! Uncle? What a strange nickna. Huh? Did you get a new phone? This seems to be Hua Wei’s new model, right? Switching from the old to the new, huh!"
As he watched ng Qingqing firing off questions one after the other and then started browsing through his phone,
ng Lang felt sowhat helpless.
So, having an overly lively and energetic younger sister really is a headache.
ng Qingqing, that kid is unanimously acknowledged by the village as the reincarnation of Nezha.
Other kids could recognize a thousand characters by the age of three, recite Tang poetry at five, and be well-versed in the Four Books and Five Classics by seven.
But her? At three she was climbing trees, at five she could catch fish with her bare hands, and by the ti she was seven she was already the children’s leader in the village, commanding a bunch of little shrimp soldiers and crab generals.
I still rember, as a child, lying under a tree reading a novel while my sister climbed up to raid a bird’s nest, resulting in a tragic mory of being pasted in the face with a bunch of bird eggs falling from the sky...
It’s a pity Newton was born before ; I didn’t grasp the concept of gravity but learned a lesson... it’s better to just have one child!
As a kid, the people I envied the most weren’t the rich second generations in my class but the only children.
The first short story I ever wrote in junior high was called "Please, Take Away My Sister".
The gist of it was that on his birthday the male protagonist made a wish, and his sister beca soone else’s sister, and in the end, the male protagonist lived a happy life... just like that.
Mr. ng turned his head to look at ng Lang and curled his lips.
"If your brother could actually find a wife himself, let your mom and worry less, we could probably live several years longer!
It’s our fault, too, there was a problem with the family education from the start.
Worried about him falling in love too early when he was young, we were strict, but now what?
As he’s grown up, we’re worried he can’t find a girlfriend. That’s even worse than puppy love!
I did want you to fall in love early and marry off quickly, but what happened? Every ti parents brought their boys over to our house, they ca crying to complain!
I think we should listen to your mother and see if we can find you a suitable match for an arranged eting.
My requirents aren’t high; as long as he has arms and legs, and knows to run ho when it rains, that’ll do."
The siblings exchanged glances.
That’s the benefit with Mr. ng, he can easily chat soone to death.
"Cough! Brother! Put on so music, it’s a bit stuffy," ng Qingqing suggested.
"Yeah! Good idea!" ng Lang readily agreed, turning on the car stereo.
After a rustling sound.
[Country roads, take ho.
To the place I belong.
West Virginia, Mountain Mama
Take ho, country roads...]
Listening to the lodious guitar playing coming from the speakers, with the gentle breeze blowing in from outside the window, ng Lang got a little intoxicated and involuntarily closed his eyes...
...
By the ti everyone got ho, the sunset had left only the last trace of twilight.
Beside the pond, a two-story house was covered in ivy, with a lush date tree in the courtyard, and a group of chicks pecking for food underneath it.
"Mom, I’m back!" As soon as he entered, ng Lang slled the fragrance of cooked als.
"Xiao Lang is back."
Yang Hui, wearing an apron and with sleeves rolled up, ca out from the kitchen pushing aside the curtain, her eyes lighting up at the sight of ng Lang.
"Good! My son has gotten even more handso!"
See? This is what genuine kinship looks like!
"Been sitting in the car all day, you must be hungry, co on! Let’s eat first!"
...
The table was still as sumptuous as in my mory, with every dish being a favorite of mine.
ng Lang, who had dozed off in the car, was now rejuvenated and hungrily started on a bowl of pork rib and lotus root soup.
"Look at you, you’ve lost weight. Eat more."
Yang Hui kept smiling and added food to his bowl from ti to ti, inevitably eliciting Mr. ng’s incessant nagging about how "overly caring mothers ruin their kids," but the family atmosphere was very warm and harmonious...
Seeing ng Qingqing holding her phone, shoveling food into her mouth, and swiping on Douyin, ng Lang said with a smile.
"How is it? Still working well?"
"Yep! This big screen! It’s way better than my old clunker."
"You like it?"
"Like it? I love it!"
"There you go! That’s for you." ng Lang fumbled in his bag and then "slap!" a brick-sized box with the Hua Wei logo was slapped down in front of ng Qingqing.
Everyone at the dining table froze for a mont.
ng Qingqing’s eyes went wide, and her chopsticks clattered onto the table.
"Brother! Is this... really for ?"
"Of course! This is the gift I brought for you."
As soon as ng Lang finished speaking, "slap!" "slap!" two more bricks were slapped down on the table.
"One for each person!"
ng Qingqing gaped at the three matching phones on the table, swallowing hard.
"Brother! Have you struck it rich?"
"Well, a small fortune," ng Lang replied with modesty.
"That’s almost ten grand right there, isn’t it? How much did you actually make?"
"How much did I make?" ng Lang thought seriously for a mont, then pointed out the window at the sprinkling of lights from the houses, drawing a circle with his finger.
"It’s about enough to make this entire village... take the ng surna."
The three were stunned for a mont, then ng Qingqing suddenly burst into laughter.
"Brother, changing the surna of ng Family Village to sothing else would be quite the challenge! Ha ha ha..."
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