Early the next morning, Qian's mother and daughter took the first bus back to Nanjiang.
Open my East Pavilion door and sit on my West Pavilion bed. When the window is arranging the cloud temple, the yellow flower is attached to the mirror.
Since entering the house, Qianmai has been in the room for a long time.
In general, the arrangement of all the objects was similar to when she left home in the first month of the year. The floor tiles are cleanly polished, the window lattice dressing table is also spotless, even the mast flower potted plants on the security windows are well taken care of, and the jade-like porcelain flowers are blooming splendidly. The rooms are filled with a faint fragrance of flowers.
Qianmai took a few deep breaths of the refreshing fragrance of the mastiff, and his mood suddenly became extremely good. As light as a Yan, came downstairs, and both parents were busy in the supermarket.
In recent years, the potential changes have not been big. Yang Yong and Qian Liqin still run the supermarket, but they just took back the storefront on the first floor. After redoing the decoration design, the size of the supermarket has doubled, and several employees have been hired.
In addition, Yang Yong's Gastrodia planting industry has also expanded several times. In the year Qian Xiaomo was promoted to the second year of junior high, when someone moved to the city in Nanjiang Village, the family took the opportunity to buy her several mountains at a low price. Currently, Yang Yong hired people to grow Gastrodia.
Different from the situation of Qianjia and small families, the changes in Nanjiang Village are much greater.
In recent years, with the opening of the expressway, as one of the three entrances and exits in Jintian County, the geographical location of Nanjiang Village has become increasingly important. A large number of farmland was expropriated, and a number of manufacturing and processing plants were built. With the development of large-scale hydropower stations in neighboring townships, a large number of immigrants have also been officially resettled in Nanjiang Village with the coordination and approval of relevant departments.
Today coincided with the market, Qianmai was standing at the gate of Qianjia Supermarket, watching the bustling passers-by for a quarter of an hour, but he didn't see an acquaintance.
Among the older generations, Qian's grandfather, Yang's grandfather, Shui Xiangong, Lan Meipo, etc. have all passed away one after another;
Among the younger generation of peers, Qian Xiaofen, Li Meijun, Fang Ying and others have already married away from home; Qian Xiaobiao, Qian Xiaojun, Qian Xiaoyi and others are all studying in different places, except for the annual Spring Festival. , It’s difficult for everyone to get together at ordinary times.
At this moment, a three- or four-year-old girl in a princess dress ran into the supermarket and saw the unfamiliar Qianmai at the door. She slowly closed her little feet and asked with a pair of curious eyes: "Where are you from? Me? Why haven't I seen you?"
Qianmai Weiqi, is this "children meet and never know each other, laugh and ask where the guests come from"
"I am a native of Nanjiang. Who are you?"
"I am also from Nanjiang, my name is Ruyu." The little girl replied quietly.
The two of them were talking in a funny way. Qian Liqin heard the sound, turned to look over here, and hurriedly laughed and said hello: "Ruyu is here, you are dressed so beautifully today." "
A word made the little girl excited, leaving Qianmai, turned and ran towards Qianliqin, calling "auntie" in her mouth.
Seeing how strange her daughter is, Qian Liqin explained softly: "This is the daughter of your cousin Jianhao. The family of three returned from Wenzhou in the first half of the year and now works as a production director at a shoe factory near the Qiujing Bridge."
Qianmai nodded clearly, and asked: "Auntie, didn't they come back?"
"No… "
While they were talking, a young couple wearing blue overalls stepped into the supermarket. The woman was holding a light pink sunhat in her hand. It was in the same color as the skirt on Ruyu. It must be Su Jianhao and his wife.
Su Jianhao was also surprised when he saw the faintly acquainted Qianmai: "This is wheat? Isn't this wheat? They are all grown up as big girls, and I don't even dare to recognize them when I walk on the street."
Qian Mai was also very polite: "Long time no see, cousin. You haven't been back to Nanjiang for several years, right? Are you here for permanent residence this time?"
"Yeah, long time no see, I can come back several times a year, but we all missed it. The last time we met... Maybe it was when I got married? Now, Ruyu is so big."
"I see that my hometown also has a shoe factory, and after weighing all aspects, I feel that it is more cost-effective to go home to work, so I came back in the first half of the year."
After all, Su Jianhao introduced Qian Mai and his wife.
Unlike the other two daughters-in-law of the Su family, this youngest daughter-in-law came from another province. She met while working at the Wenzhou shoe factory. She spoke softly and was more polite and pleasing than the two pungent local daughter-in-laws.
Qian Liqin sent away several customers who had settled the bill, and also exchanged greetings with Su Jianhao and his wife for a while. It was learned that soon, the Su family would return to Nanjiang with their family to hold an engagement ceremony for Su Jianfen.
During the small talk, Yang Yong took Su Ruyu over, holding her favorite ice cream and snacks, and then handing them to her after the demagnetization. Su Jianhao and his wife rushed to pay, but Yang Yong responded with a smile.
Qian Liqin kept them at home again. Su Jianhao and his wife said that today, they prepared a lot of vegetables at home, and people will come to play when they are next to the factory. As a result, Yang Yongqian Liqin didn't make much effort to stay and did what they wanted. Since the two elders of Qianjia passed away, the two families of Qian and Su have been busy running around each other, and the relationship has always been polite.
Qianmai can't find anyone to play, and has been bored at home these days. In addition to staying with his parents, occasionally helping out in the store, most of the time he stayed in the room on the third floor to mess around with himself.
After dinner, I opened the e-mail, and there were two letters lying quietly in it.
One is the interior decoration design drawing of the "Lovely You" art training class. After Qian Mai drew the design drawing, it was revised by the senior interior design major of Beijing T University. After several drafts, the current renderings are novel and unique, and there is no shortage of warmth and pleasantness, revealing the designer's brilliant and ingenious ideas in the details.
After carefully reading the detailed remarks on the furnishings, lighting, materials, and colors on the last page, Latent Wheat was very satisfied, and the ten fingers flashed quickly, thanking the seniors who had worked hard for many days.
The second letter added an attachment without accident. It was sent from Peng Chen on the other side of the ocean. Qianmai opened it and saw that it was a super creative mermaid blue crystal glass bottle. Suddenly he was shocked, looking left and right, looking up and down, wishing to reach out and touch it.
Seven years after graduating from junior high school, Qian Mai and Peng Chen didn't meet each other, and they didn't talk on the phone. The strange thing was that she didn't feel that time and space made them unfamiliar. Whenever Peng Chen goes out to travel or do errands, he always takes some fresh and interesting things to share with her. There are not many pictures, each letter has only one or two, but it is better to have one in a day, rain or shine. After seven years, she has stored several U disks in different categories just for the photos he posted.
It is undeniable that whenever people return to the bedroom after a tired day in the dead of night, checking e-mail has become the greatest pleasure of Qianmai. In her sleepy eyes, most of her replies were replaced by facial expressions. But sometimes if she goes out to sketch and do errands, and she captures interesting people and things, she doesn't forget to pass a copy to him, in order to repay her.
Thinking about it in this way, if you factor in the time difference, the two have interacted every day for seven years.
Qianmai smiled, boarded QQ, and a head of people flickered.
Easily found Peng Chen's head, and sent him a series of excited expressions.
Among a large group of classmates and friends, he is one of the few people who use his real name for nickname and his own photo for his profile picture. At this moment, even the gloomy head could not conceal the profound beauty of his facial features, and his sword eyebrows still looked so energetic.
Then, Qianmai sent each of his friends the mobile phone number he just set up, and added a dogleg to the mood bar: "Everyone, I am back to Huayang... You must come to Huayang in the future. Look for me, the little one is absolutely willing to run errands for you..."
Immediately, there was an uproar in the group, and many people were discussing the true feasibility of this sentence.
Qianmai was also idle, and immediately joined the war of words, swearing to the death to defend his own virtues in words and deeds. In a while, the university group, the high school group, while fighting against the heroes, did not forget that both the rain and the dew ran to the junior high school group and fellow villagers.
Just as she was chatting happily, Peng Chen's gloomy head jumped brightly, making his eyebrows more vibrant.
Peng Chen first sent a smile: "Why are you free to surf the Internet so early today? Back home?"
Come on, Mai Mai sent a silly smile: "Well, it's in Nanjiang now."
Peng Chen: "Is everything okay at home?"
Come on, wheat: "Very good. Why are you free to surf the Internet now?" I turned on my phone and checked the time. It stands to reason that Italy is now the busiest period of the day.
Peng Chen: “I’ve been in school for a while, and it’s lunch break. This semester I will try to catch up and take all the remaining credits for graduate students. If it goes well, I can return to China before New Year’s Day.”
Cheer up, wheat: "It's amazing. Welcome back to China, and I'll catch you up when the time comes."
Speaking of receiving the wind, Qianmai seemed to think of something between the electric light and flint, and he hurriedly added: "Peng Chen, does your family have a restaurant in Huayang? Did you open the'Xin Peng Ji' on Zhongshan West Road?"
A network cable connects the people on both ends of the earth tightly. On the other end of the network cable, staring at the string of words on the screen, Peng Chen smiled suddenly: "Yes, I personally went back to set up the opening during the spring break last year. Unfortunately, you and your classmates went to Dali for sketching and didn't come back. "
Mai Mai: "I went back to Huayang a few days ago, and my uncle and aunt met me in your store. The reputation is very good, the business in the store looks very good, and the flow of customers is like a cloud."
Peng Chen: "Hehe, the turnover reported is pretty good. If you like it, let me pick you up."
It was a rare encounter, and the two chatted a few more words. Suddenly, Peng Chen proposed to pass the video, the reason was: "This year, we will meet once during the New Year's greetings with the New Year video. I have forgotten what you look like, how can I find you to catch the wind?"
Qianmai murmured and replied: "A strong word is unreasonable. There are a few photos in my space, you can just go and see them."
Peng Chen ignored it and continued to urge frequently: "No, those are all old photos from a year ago. Hurry up, I'm going to class in five minutes."
Reluctantly, Qian Mai looked at his conservative pajamas, and asked, "Is there anyone else next to you?"
Peng Chen turned the laptop in one direction and replied, "No. Hurry up and pick up the video, I only have four minutes."
Qianmai Yiyan switched on the video. Soon, an image of her upper body appeared in the lower right corner, but the upper right corner was still black. Ten fingers fluttered, puzzled, and hurriedly asked: "Why can't I see you?"
Peng Chen's eyes were burning, staring greedily at the pretty face that had been missing for a long time in the small square. No one knew the deep throbbing of the heart at this moment, except for himself.
I quickly snapped a few pictures and saved them. Before Qianmai was suspicious, Peng Chen first confessed: "I am reading books in the library, and I don't have a video with me."
Qian Mai looked at it and felt deeply unfair. This guy actually talked to her in the library. Can there be no one in public? Just about to go crazy, a string of words appeared on the screen: "I will be online during lunch break from now on, and I will talk next time. I'm going to be late, and I will leave. 88."
Then, the video was hung up immediately, and Peng Chen's portrait went dark as soon as possible, leaving Shitley sitting in the room dumbfounding, and there was nowhere to be angry. So, grabbing the mouse and sending more than N skull expressions in the past. (To be continued, if you want to know what is going on, please visit www.qidian.com, there are more chapters, the author is supported, and the genuine reading is supported!)