Chapter 282 Returning to Home

The day after Li Yan became a disciple, Huang Su took Yan Bing on the way back to his hometown.

The Mercedes-Benz train crossed the Little Xing'an Mountains, and outside the train window, the endless grasslands turned into fertile black soil connected by fields. The endless golden corn stalks rustled in the fields with the breeze. This is the color of harvest and the sound of harvest.

Yan Bing sat on the folding stool on the side of the sleeper car, looking at the different scenery outside that was different from the grassland city.

Huang Su got up from the sleeper and walked to Yan Bing: "Now we have entered the Hei Province, we will be home soon."

When talking about family, Feng Su was filled with mixed feelings. In his memory, the impression of his hometown was blurred.

If we count our previous lives, we have never returned to our hometown after buying a house in Beijing, and Huang Su has not returned to his hometown for more than 30 years.

I have been working in Mongolia for two years and have not returned home. I am busy with work. Another reason is that I cannot face this land where I have raised myself.

Looking at the fertile fields outside for thousands of miles, Yan Bing murmured: "This is the first time I have seen such a vast world."

Hei Province and Mongolia are separated by Little Xing'an Mountains. This is the first time Yan Bing has come to Hei Province in his life. It is a mountain separated by a different scenery.

The three northeastern provinces can actually be called fertile wilderness, but in fact they are only black provinces. The Songnen Plain is one of the three most precious black soils in the world.

The landform of Jilin Province is actually mainly mountainous and hilly, and Liao Province even has the saying that six mountains, one water and three parts of fields are said.

Huang Su's hometown is located on a town near Mongolianjiang, Hei Province, along the Nen River in Songnen Plain.

The train stopped, Huang Su carried his luggage, took Yan Bing out of the train, and set foot onto the land of his hometown.

The first thing I saw was the newly built two-story building at the railway station, which was once again set foot on the land that I had left for a long time in my hometown.

The dusty memory awakened in my mind, and the blurred appearance of my hometown became clear again.

After two lives, Huang Su found that his hometown was still the most beautiful picture in his heart.

No matter how many times he had complained about his hometown in his mouth before, when his feet stepped onto the land of his hometown again.

The cuts in my hometown are so beautiful, the never-withered flower; the never-fading painting; the ever-fading smell.

No matter how long this scroll is covered in my heart, even if it is covered with dust, as long as it is blown away gently, it will be clear in front of her.

The train station in front of me looks the same as the last time I picked up my parents to Beijing in my previous life, and its appearance has never changed.

Huang Su still clearly remembers that when he was in school in the second half of the semester of the third year of the third year of the Chinese New Year, the railway station was expanded and the small building was still equipped with scaffolding.

This is the railway station in my hometown. One of the many third-class small stations in China is carrying the eight-year journey of studying in Fei Su.

Huang Su can now clearly recall how he looked like he was carrying his suitcase on the way to school.

Huang Su stood in front of the platform and looked at the scene in front of him who thought he had forgotten but was extremely clear, and a layer of tears blew up in his eyes without realizing it.

"It's time for us to leave!"

Yan Bing pulled Feisu and saw Feisu's tears and eyes were blurred, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Flavin sniffed and said, "I just missed homesick."

Yan Bing joked: "You are too sentimental, and you haven't been home for only two years."

Yan Bing didn't know that it took Huang Su a long time to set foot on the land where he raised him again, but it took him two lifetimes and decades.

Seeing Huang Su's appearance, Yan Bing also stopped, carefully looked at the unfamiliar environment in front of him, and looked at the place where his husband was born and raised.

After a long time, the two of them finally walked out of the waiting station under the urging of the platform staff.

Yan Bing stood on the high steps of the railway station, looking at the town view. Along the street, there were several six-story buildings that were rare in other towns, and the cement pavement on the ground. Such urban construction did not look like a small town at all.

It's like a district in the city.

Yan Bing said in surprise: "Your hometown is different from what I imagined?"

Huang Su asked curiously: "What do you imagined like?"

Yan Bing said: "I thought it was like Mengjiang Town, it was a square dirt road."

Huang Su proudly pointed to several buildings and explained: "The buildings on the roadside are the town's winery, food factory, and grain warehouse family buildings."

Huang You pointed to the northeast and said, "Our largest residential area is the sugar factory in the northeast. It is a large factory with more than 5,000 people. I will take you to see if you have the chance."

Yan Bing said in surprise: "There are no two state-owned factories with 5,000 people in the grassland city. I didn't expect that there was one in your town."

Huang Su continued to introduce to Yan Bing: "When I was a child, the people in our town were divided into factories and streets. When the people in the factory were opened, we all had nostrils facing the sky."

The old state-owned factories in that era themselves formed a small world, with factories, housing, education and medical care all equipped.

Although Huang Su's family is located in only a town, a town with more than 20,000 or 30,000 people, it has the largest sugar factory among the six major sugar factories in Black Province. One factory has 5,000 employees, and in addition there are wineries.

, food factory, starch vermicelli factory, carton factory, printing factory, pickle factory.

But Huang Su knew that this was the last afterglow of his hometown.

With the decline of the old industrial base in Northeast China, an industrial town, the bankruptcy of factories and acquisitions have not changed for twenty years, only the population is constantly losing.

After Huang Su moved the suitcases of the two onto a tricycle, he and Yan Bing got into the car and said, "Master, go to the Fukelong side food wholesale store."

About six or seven minutes, the tricycle was parked in front of a two-story building.

Yan Bing got off the car and looked at the second floor building in front of him. On the balcony on the second floor, there were plaques with blue background and white characters from the Fukelong Food Wholesale Store. Two floor-to-ceiling glass windows can see the shelves filled with goods.

You can see the busy mother Huang in the room.

Yan Bing held Huang Su's hand and asked, "This is the home you have lived in since childhood."

"Yes, this is where I lived since I was a child!"

Huang Su began to tell the story of his home and this small building.

Every time I see my own small building, Huang Su feels very intimate. It is not only a home, but also a relative.

Huang's father said that when Huang Su was born, the foundation of the small building in his family was just laid.

It can be said that this small building was born in the same year as Feisu.

Huang Su had a different feeling about this small building in his home. Even though he moved to two capitals in his previous life, Huang Su had never sold this small building. It was the last concern for his hometown after his parents passed away.

The tide of laid-offs was approaching in the 1990s, and both Huang’s father and mother were laid off.

My parents used the money from buying out their work experience and opened this wholesale store of food downstairs, supplying their eight years of college expenses.

After two lifetimes, Huang Su still clearly remembers the excitement and pride of his parents when he received the college admission notice.

The moment my parents held their admission letter, their every frown and smile was still deeply engraved in their minds, and their longing for their parents were always buried in their hearts.

When you push the door into the house, the store is still in the style of an old-fashioned supply and marketing cooperative. There is a counter in the front and a shelf in the back.

The popular self-selected business model in big cities has not yet been spread to this remote town in the northeast.

The 60-square-meter space is filled with 1.5 meters of glass cabinets and shelves, leaving only a passage for one person to pass through on the right.

The mother, who was cleaning the glass at the counter with a rag, heard the sound of the door opening and saw Huang Su walking in. Her smile instantly covered her face. She asked in surprise: "Huang Aijun, stop busy! Come out quickly, son and daughter-in-law are back."

Huang's mother walked out of the counter and took Yan Bing's hand affectionately and asked, "Are you tired of working on the train?"

Yan Bing said shyly: "Mom, we came from the sleeper. We got in the car and took a nap for a while, and then we got home."

Although he changed his words at the wedding, Yan Bing's mother's call was still unnatural.

Huang's mother asked Yan Bing about her well-being, and glared at Huang Su on the other side, complaining: "You don't call us when you get home, so that your dad can pick you up."

Huang Su put down his suitcase, walked to the counter, took the rag from his mother's hand, and wiped the counter, and said, "We are all adults, so you can't help but answer it. Besides, if you don't tell you, I just want to give it to you.

A surprise.”

As a second-generation store, although this job has not been done for decades, the memory engraved in his bones when helping his family sell goods and work makes Huang Su still extremely skilled in his movements.

Huang's mother glared at each other again, pulled Yan Bing into the counter and said, "My daughter-in-law has been making a car all the way, so who can drink first to moisten her throat."

As he said that, Huang's mother picked up a bottle of Coke on the shelf, unscrewed and handed it to Yan Bing.

Yan Bing took the coke from Huang's mother's hand and looked at everything in the store curiously.

As a post-70s, post-80s, and post-90s, no one has ever envied the classmate who runs a convenience store in his class.

Yan Bing asked, "Mom, did Huang Su grow up eating snacks here since he was a child?"

"When we opened this store, he was already in high school and was over the age of having snacks."

Huang Su rubbed the counter and joked: "I have never experienced the second generation of the store, but I have experienced the troubles of being the second generation of the store."

Yan Bing asked incomprehensiblely: "My biggest dream when I was a child was to open a store of such a large size and I could eat all the big and delicious food in the store. What a happy thing, how could it be

There is trouble."

Huang Su explained with a hee, "You only saw thieves eating meat, but you didn't see thieves being beaten. Every year, the Chinese New Year is the busiest time in my family. During the winter vacation and the Chinese New Year, other students can go out together to play, but I have to stay there.

In the store, we can help sell goods and move goods. During the Chinese New Year, we have to wait until other people start having reunion dinners before we can have reunion dinners. We can’t stop eating this meal.”

Huang Su continued, "Didn't you always complain that I eat quickly and is unhealthy for my health? It's the one I exercised after opening a store at home."

Huang Su still remembers this for two lifetimes, which shows how much he has resentment.

Huang's mother glared at Huang Su and slapped Huang Sudu on the back of the head: "Without the store at home, can you go to college with peace of mind?"

Seeing Huang Su shrinking his neck and rubbing the back of his head, and watching Huang Su and his son interact, Yan Bing stood aside and covered his mouth and laughed secretly.

There was only a rustling sound behind the wall, Yan Bing asked, "Mom, what's the sound behind it."
To be continued...