C1 Return

6th month, 13th day of the year, Baoyang Lower Bay Village, Xiaojiang Province.

In the 6th month of the lunar month, the sun was as hot as fire, and the crops in the fields were all dried up by the sun. The fish in the river at the entrance of the village were also bored to the point that they stuck their heads out. The occasional breeze that blew by seemed to carry a scorching heat wave.

At this time, on the county road by the river, an old white bus carrying passengers stopped at the bridge of the village entrance with rolling dust.

Yang Chenxuan was wearing the school uniform of County No. 1 High School. He carried a bucket of water, bedding, and a big bag as he ran out of the car. Because he could not stand the dust that filled the sky, he held his breath and jogged over the bridge.

He stopped and took a few deep breaths of the hot air.

Looking at the listless crops and the clear Great Bay River, Yang Chenxuan could not help but smile and said in a low voice, "I'm back!"

Without further ado, Yang Chenxuan carried his things and hurried home.

Right now, the thing he wanted the most was to see his parents, whose faces were already blurred in his memory.

Half a month ago, Yang Chenxuan had been in a car accident in 2019. He had transmigrated back to 1992. After half a month of "buffer time," he was very certain that this was not a dream. This was the blessing of God. It allowed him to make up for the countless regrets in his life.

Yang Chenxuan passed by a familiar and unfamiliar village. When he saw an old friend who had passed away in 2019 greeting him, he felt warm and nostalgic.

Along the way to the village, Yang Chenxuan greeted all the people he knew.

In the village, there was an old clay house.

The clay house was clearly tilted. A few wooden stakes as thick as an adult's arm supported it to not collapse immediately. It was unknown how many more storms it could withstand.

When Yang Chenxuan saw this small clay house, he felt a warmth in his eyes, as if there were tears in his eyes.

This small clay house carried too many memories and pain.

And in this life, this would be the starting point of his glory...

Walking into the courtyard, the door was wide open and his mother sat on a stone stool at the entrance. On her knees was a basket filled with rice and was picking up the sand and stones within the rice.

This scene had appeared in Yang Chenxuan's mind countless times. When he saw it again, his heart was filled with mixed feelings.

In his previous life, his mother was offering him and his sister to study. In the end, his body was too weak. On a hot day, she fainted while weeding in the corn field. When her father found out that something was wrong... It was no longer possible to find his mother and send her to the hospital.

The death of his mother had dealt a huge blow to his father. However, for the sake of the siblings, he gritted his teeth and endured it. In the end, he suffered from an illness. In 2015, he also passed away due to an illness.

"Mom..." Yang Chenxuan's voice trembled slightly. This "mom" had mixed with his longing for his mother for more than 20 years.

Zhang Yuehua looked up and saw that her son had returned. She hurriedly put down the pan and patted the rice ashes on her body. She walked over and wanted to carry the blanket for her son.

Yang Chenxuan threw down the bedding and the bucket. He walked up to his mother with big steps and hugged her. "Mom, I miss you!"

That's right!

He had thought for more than twenty years, and the heavens had given him this chance. Finally, he saw his mother again. He wished he could express all the guilt and longing in his heart for his mother.

Zhang Yuehua was hugged by her son. When she heard her son say that he missed her, she felt surprised and could not help but be happy. The smile on her face could not be hidden but also carried embarrassment. She gently pushed Yang Chenxuan away, "How old are you? Aren't you ashamed? Are you hungry? Mom will cook for you. "

"I want to eat your sour radishes and fried eggs, as well as Dad's river fish." Yang Chenxuan let go of his mother, picked up his bedding and bucket, and walked into the house.

"Don't you hate eating pickled vegetables the most?" Zhang Yuehua followed him into the house.

"I've been in school for a long time. I want to eat it!" Yang Chenxuan casually found an excuse.

Nowadays, when there were radishes, beans, chili, and maple vegetables in the countryside, they would prepare some pickled vegetables, pickled vegetables, salt vegetables, and dried vegetables. When there were no vegetables, they would eat these almost every meal.

No matter how much one liked it, this way of eating would eventually get tired of it.

After living a better life, they really missed this bite.

Yang Chenxuan always liked to order such a dish, regardless of whether he went to a big hotel or a farm. Whenever he was free, he would make a jar himself, but he could not taste the taste of his mother.

"Good! Mom will make it for you right away!" Zhang Yuehua felt that her son was different today. There seemed to be some changes, but she could not tell the exact details.

However, Zhang Yuehua was very happy about her son's changes.

Yang Chenxuan helped his mother prepare the food. His sister was still at school and would only be back the day after tomorrow.

His father was working at the construction site and would only be back at night.

In the afternoon, Yang Chenxuan helped clean the house again.

Zhang Yuehua shouted for Yang Chenxuan to rest, but the smile on her face never stopped.

Son, you are sensible now!

In the evening, her father, Yang Xiuyuan, came back with a body full of fatigue and mud.

When Yang Xiuyuan saw Yang Chenxuan, he was also happy in his heart. After all, his son was the only one in the entire village to get into County No. 1 High School. He gave Yang Chenxuan face. "Xuan, how was the exam?"

He had not studied much, so he could only express his concern for his son by asking about the results.

Yang Chenxuan casually told his father his score and poured a basin of water for his father. "Dad, wash up. We will have dinner later."

Yang Xiuyuan smiled and nodded. He squatted down and was washing up when a shout came from outside. "Sister-in-law, is Yang back yet?"

Following the voice, a middle-aged man covered in mud walked in.

This was the "big breeding family" in the village called Yang Zhiming. He had a dozen pigs at home. He was definitely a middle-class person in the village.

In this era, it was very difficult for the village to have an economic source. If one had dozens of dollars at home, they would be rich.

Many people had to use money to do things. This family borrowed five dollars, and that family borrowed ten dollars. When sending children to school, they would sell rice and pigs, and borrow money from others. If they really couldn't do it, they would quit school.

When Yang Xiuyuan saw Yang Zhiming, his eyes flashed with a trace of embarrassment. He squeezed out a smile on his face. "Zhiming is here? Sit!"

Zhang Yuehua quickly went to pour tea.

Yang Zhiming hurriedly waved his hand." No need! I just came to ask if Yang could fork out some money now. I'm preparing to buy two more piglets. I don't have enough money with me! "

Yang Chenxuan knew that his family owed Yang Zhiming 100 yuan. In his previous life, it was difficult for his family to pay him back until 95 years later. In 94 years, his salary had increased once in the whole country. Only then could he squeeze out some money to pay back his debts.

The smile on Yang Xiuyuan's face became awkward. His callused hands were nowhere to be found. "Zhiming, didn't we agree to pay it back at the end of the year? You also know about our family's situation. The two children are going to school. My father's health is not good. You need to... I can't even take it out! "

Yang Zhiming also had a bitter face, and his brows were almost knitted together. He looked troubled. "Yang, I don't need you to pay me back in one go! Give me back my 50 yuan first. I want to use it to buy piglets. Our family doesn't have any other income, so we're just looking forward to the money from selling the pigs to send our children to school. I don't even have a piglet, what can I use to pay tuition fees for my children next year?"

" You borrowed money to pay for Xuan Ya Zi and Sister Xi's tuition, you can't just let your child go to school, my child can't! "

Since they had already said so much, if they didn't return the money, it would be a disaster for their child's entire life.

Men all care about their face, Yang Xiuyuan really wanted to sell his own flesh and blood to pay back the money, but his family didn't have a total of fifty dollars.

Yang Xiuyuan fumbled out a pack of "Wild Mountain Tea" cigarettes and handed one to Yang Zhiming. He smiled and said, "Zhiming, I will get the money for you as soon as possible. Give me a break for two days."

Yang Zhiming did not take the cigarette. His tone was a little impatient. "Yang, it is not easy for me to earn one hundred yuan! I lent you the money because I wanted to talk to you. You can't just forget about it, can you? "

Yang Xiuyuan looked embarrassed. He held the cigarette in his hand in the air and felt helpless.

At this time, Zhang Yuehua came over with tea. She heard Yang Zhiming's words. The smile on her face was very unnatural. "Zhiming, drink some tea first. Look at this. Our family indeed can't take out so much at once. We will return you twenty first. We'll return the rest to you as soon as possible. "

Yang Zhiming knew that he could only get it so quickly today. He sighed and took the tea. "Twenty then. It's better than nothing at all!"

Zhang Yuehua tried her best to hide the awkwardness in her smile and hurriedly turned around to get the money.

Yang Zhiming's words were like a sharp knife stabbing into Yang Xiuyuan's heart, but he could only continue to give cigarettes. "Zhiming, I'm really sorry about this. You smoke first!"

Yang Zhiming took the cigarette this time and said, "Yang, if you really feel sorry for me, quickly return the money to me."

The smile on Yang Xiuyuan's face was about to freeze. He took out a match, drew it with both hands, and lit it for Yang Zhiming. "Definitely. If you have money, you must pay it back."

Yang Zhiyuan took the money and left. The room was silent.

Yang Chenxuan saw everything that happened just now. He could feel the sadness, helplessness, and bitterness of being chased for money.

And he would definitely change the fate of everyone in the family.

Although the family was poor now, he already had a preliminary plan in his heart.