Chapter 1648: Chapter 1648: 1648: Returning to Old Haunts
Chapter 1648: Chapter 1648: Returning to Old Haunts
Yang Jianshe looked for a long time: “Are you Wu Laoliu from the neighboring Qingmeng Brigade?”
“It’s me, it’s me, I didn’t expect you, Doctor Yang, to still remember me.”
“How could I forget? That year I went up the mountain and encountered a storm. If it weren’t for your help, I might not have been able to save the basket full of herbs.”
“Ah, there was such an event. I didn’t expect you to still remember.”
“I remember, I remember, I remember every little thing here. By the way, why are you here?”
“Oh, I came to the farm to make a phone call. My little grandson hasn’t been feeling well these days, and I want my son and his family to come back once, fearing any further delays.”
Someone nearby said, “Isn’t Doctor Yang right here? Why not bring your little grandson over for a look?”
Wu Laoliu looked at Yang Jiancheng: “Doctor Yang, is that okay?”
Yang Jiancheng smiled and said: “Sure, why not, bring the child over, and I’ll take a look.”
“Thank you so much, Doctor Yang.”
Wu Laoliu expressed his thanks but still said to Director Tiong: “Director Tiong, I still need to make a call, I came all the way here, I should at least let my son know.”
“Alright, let Xiao Jiang take you next door to make the call.”
Yang Jiancheng didn’t stay in the house for long before he said he wanted to go for a walk.
Luo Qiao gave him two Heart-saving Pills in advance, and then they walked out together. Outside, in the fields, there was still snow from earlier in the year, a vast expanse of white.
Yang Jiancheng gazed at the once familiar place, and his eyes grew moist.
He murmured: “Just like in my dreams, it’s just as it was.”
Standing on the hill, he seemed to return to those years, people busy planting in spring, weeding in summer, a lively harvest in autumn, and battling the cold to build up the soil in winter.
From this hill up, one enters the forest. At that time, I went into the mountains to gather herbs every three days, sometimes my wife would accompany me, later it was Luo Qiao, this little tail, following behind.
I still remember her small figure lugging a basket bigger than herself, both funny and heart-wrenching, until I found someone to make a small basket for her.
Several children stayed close to the adults, listening intently to Grandpa and Grandma talking about their mother’s childhood. Yanyan listened and began to cry: “Mom, I didn’t know you had such a hard life when you were little.”
Luo Qiao hugged her daughter: “Actually, it wasn’t too bad. In the afternoon, I’ll take you to pay respects to Grandma Luo who raised me. She was a kind-hearted old woman, without her, there would be no mom.”
When they returned, the meals were ready, prepared with the help of the people from the farm, inviting the elderly still living on the farm to accompany them.
The elders were very excited to meet again. All getting on in years, after three cups of wine, they switched to drinks, reminiscing about the past. They had endless things to say, and eventually, laughter turned to tears.
Because they talked about people they used to be with, many of whom were gone, and looking at the ones still alive, each had turned gray, and this meeting might be the last.
Later, it was Lu Yichen who diverted the topic, suggesting everyone talk about happy things, and after a while, the atmosphere livened up again.
After the meal, many people brought their children over to pay respects for the New Year, and Luo Qiao had prepared many red envelopes in advance, each containing twenty yuan, not much, just for good luck.
After inquiring with Director Tiong, she learned that there were only twenty-six households on the farm now. Luo Qiao had someone help move things down, two portions per family.
They moved down beef, lamb, pork, shrimp, crab, strawberries, and two types of Capital City pastries from the car. Director Tiong looked at the goods: “Isn’t this a bit too much?”