Summer...Summer is also...

The woman was holding a corner of the patched apron and stood there wanderingly, her face unable to tell what it was, wrinkles, and the corners of her lips were trembling slightly, and she walked forward carefully half a step forward.

Confirmed in a low voice: "Xia Yi?"

She hadn't seen her son for many years. After committing a crime, she wanted to go there, but the old man stopped him at the door and said that it was embarrassing him in the village.

"Xiao...Xiaoyi..." Tears soaked through wrinkles and slid down the corners of your eyes.

Wang Suhua's only impression was that Xia Yi was standing in court that day. She was not tall and thin. She had a pale face under her cut hair, but her eyes were very stubborn. She still remembered it until now.

Later, after being sentenced, she never saw her son again. Many times she didn't dare to show any thoughts in front of the old man and quietly hid outside alone and cried.

On the other side, Xia Yi looked at the woman opposite and stood still, holding Jiang Yu, who was holding him, tightened his palms.

"Brother Yi, come here."

"Um."

Xia Yi hesitated for a moment, but finally took a step. Seeing a woman in her fifty standing in the yard, lowering her head to wipe her tears, her hair was messy and gray.

My mother is old.

"Mom..." Xia Yi's eyes were a little wet, and she seemed to have something blocked in her throat, and her cheeks were swelling in this word.

The Adam's apple swallowed hard, and his voice squeezed out: "...I'm back."

The woman in a floral cotton coat lowered her head and suddenly whimpered, rushed over, hugged Xia Yi and cried bitterly. Her hands covered with calluses and wrinkles kept slapping her son's back, crying: "You're back so that's how you're back!"

A little further away, Jiang Yu, Chen Qianxi and the fat man looked at him with red eyes, Ma Bang pulled the Magneto and whispered: "I guess, the only ones who attacked the boss like this are the boss's mother and the boss's wife..."

"......I'm half." Zhou Jin raised his eyebrows and said without showing any weakness.

………

The crying continued for a while, and the woman who had reported the news came over and persuaded her for a few words.

"Aunt, Xia Yi is back, you should be happy."

The village is not big, and the houses are mostly close to each other. It was lunch time. After hearing the crying, a group of people came out, and some villagers who were in the dam before came and gathered together.

"Yes, I saw that Xia Yi was driving a big car, and that was really grand."

"Last time, Wang Laoyao also bought one at his house. It is not as long as Xia Yi's car, and it is estimated to be more than 100,000 yuan."

"The son of Lao Xia's family is promising. As soon as he comes back, he buys a car worth more than 100,000 yuan."

When the sound of talking and talking, Ma Bang was a little unhappy and rushed to the front and shouted at them: "What a car worth more than 100,000 yuan, you forgot to add a zero behind you!!"

After hearing a lot of people standing around, Wang Suhua gradually stopped crying. Tears were still hanging on her face. Seeing her son's suit crying, she hurried to the eaves to find a towel for washing his face to wipe it. She hurriedly went to the house to find a few worn stools. Because the place inside was narrow, she simply sat outside.

"There are no ones at home, so I haven't cleaned it up. Let's sit outside."

Wang Suhua thought that the people around Xia Yi might be their sons and colleagues. After saying something to them with a smile, Jiang Yu went up to help her put the stool outside the house. Neighbors and relatives around her also came to help clean the yard. After all, there are many chickens and ducks in the countryside, and many places are dirty.

After helping, some people shouted without hesitation: "Aunt, I'll come to your house for dinner tonight."

"Okay, call your house at that time."

Wang Suhua kept smiling on her face. After everyone sat down, she was the only one who pulled her son and spoke. Zhao Dezhu came over, "Auntie, can you remember who I am?!"

"Fatty, when you were young, you were together every day, why don't you remember?"

When the fat man heard the woman's words, he laughed so hard. After all, he had no relatives. Sometimes he sneaked out of the orphanage and mostly ate at Xia Yi's house, and he also treated Wang Suhua as his mother.

The three of them talked about family matters and talked about what happened over the years. When they heard that Xia Yi had indeed had some money outside and had a house in the city, her eyes turned red again, she wiped her tears and nodded constantly.

"It's good, it's good. If you can put it into practice, mom will feel a little more comforting. Don't blame your father over the years. He is also very sad, but he can't say that he has good face..."

Xia Yi took a tissue from Jiang Yu's hand and handed it to his mother: "I knew what his personality is like when I was very young, so I didn't blame him."

While the mother and son were talking, Guo Manyuan ran to the chicken cage at a loss, holding an egg in her hand, and even put it under her nose to smell it: "The native egg is fragrant. After breaking and stir-frying, frying for a while, adding some chopped green onions, it must be very fragrant."

On the other side, Wang Suhua suddenly thought that the son and his colleagues had not eaten yet, so he quickly stood up: "You and your colleagues are sitting there, I'll go cook." Then, he shouted to the woman before: "Help me go to the field and call the old man back for dinner."

After the woman readily agreed to leave, Xia Yi also stood up: "Mom, do you have any incense, candles, yellow paper at home?"

"No...No, are you going to visit your master's grave? Then I'll go to the neighbor's house to borrow some."

"No need to worry."

Xia Yi turned around and attracted the three of Honghuang and Lu: "You go to the incense and candle shop in the town and buy some yellow paper candles."

"I'll go with them."

The fat man was worried about the three of them, and Ma Bang was worried about fiddling with his "wife" for the three of them, and said, "I'll drive!" and he also left.

At this time, half of the people in the courtyard were missing. After quieting down, Jiang Yu put down his bag, rolled up his cuffs, and smiled sweetly at Xia Yi, "I'll go and help my aunt burn the fire."

"I! And I!" Guo Manyuan raised her hand and ran over, "That...I...I can be responsible for tasting the taste...what if it's not delicious?"

Zhou Jin also wanted to come forward to help, but was pulled by Magneto.

"You'd better forget it... it will kill someone."

She looked at the busy figure in the house and had to sit bored under the eaves, looking at the decaying scenery of the winter fields that extended to the path at the door. At this time, on the ridge next to a small ditch, a man named Xia Jianxun was sitting there, smoking a dry cigarette, and watching the dry ditch bottom quietly intently.

From a distance, someone stood by the road and shouted at him.

"Uncle, aunt asked you to go back."

He squeaked his cigarette and raised his dark face, "What's the matter? Have you eaten?"

"Yes, but one person is back."

"who?"

"Your son Xia Yi is back."

The ashes fell off the gun. Xia Jianxun held the gun's mouth and did not move. He just stumbled with his chapped lips and said, "I understand."

Just sit there silently.

He once had two daughters and one son. He watched his children grow up day by day. Even if they couldn't become talented, they could at least farm peacefully and get married. In the end, someone could support themselves and their spouse and see them off. This life probably passed like this.

——This is what he originally thought, but his son was arrested for hurting someone and causing an accident. The married eldest daughter was dying and bleeding and left again. The Hehe Meimei family suddenly disintegrated, leaving only a young daughter with her.

During that time, his wife ran out to cry every night. He knew that his wife cried outside and wiped her tears quietly from the bed.

He was confused, hatred and blamed for his son. Such torture almost caused him to collapse, but he did not dare to show it in front of his wife and villagers.

When Xia Jianxun heard him coming back, he sat on the ridge of the field and was reluctant to go back. He slashed his guns with no mouthfuls. The dry tobacco coil inside was turned off, but he didn't notice it.

After a while, he quietly wiped away some wet marks in the corner of his eyes, but still got up and carried a hoe to walk back.

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At this moment, the fat man who had bought incense, candles and paper money, walked past a hotel that occupied the road and was about to drive away.

His steps suddenly stopped.

Ma Bang, who was talking to him in front, saw that no one responded, turned around to look at him.

"Why don't you leave?"

On the other side, Zhao Dezhu's eyes turned red without blinking. He stared at the few people drinking and eating outside the hotel. His body was trembling. He threw the paper money in his hand on the ground, fucked a stool next to him, and smashed it hard at the table with the people who were joking!
Chapter completed!