He is He Xiuyu, and the little girl is his eldest brother's daughter He Xuerong.

He turned around and looked at Sun Dazhi and said gently, "You go back first and come pick me up the morning after tomorrow."

Sun Dazhi put a big travel bag at the door. Seeing the door locked, he thought to himself, Qingyu, this girl probably went to the commune.

He responded happily and drove away.

He Xiuyu looked down at He Xuerong, and a softness flashed through his indifferent eyes. He froze for a moment, took out the key and opened the iron lock.

With a creak, the door to the home formed by accident opened.

He stood in the yard with a travel bag in one hand and held He Xuerong in the other.

Even He Xiuyu, who had always been calm, was surprised for a moment.

The yard is still the same yard.

It is still worn out, still with the traces of decades.

But, it's still different.

The ground was swept cleanly. The boxes and debris that were piled up in the past were gone at this time, and only a few sacks were placed neatly in the corner of the wall.

It was still a bit cold in early April. He picked up He Xuerong and walked into the low mud house with a canvas travel bag in one hand.

The temporary residence they live in is similar to all rural housing in the northwest. Once they enter the house, they are kitchens, and the two rooms on the left and right are places where people live. The layout naturally does not change at this time, but it gives people a feeling of a new look.

This feeling is wonderful.

The kitchen seemed to have just ceased fire, and the owner had not left for a long time, and a faint fragrance of rice was spreading in the room.

He put the child down, took out the key and opened his west room. A cold and tide came to his face.

He hasn't come back several times, and he comes and goes in a hurry every time, so he naturally has no time to sort out the things in the room. At this time, the things in the room were covered in dust, standing on the ground, it was chilly from head to toe.

He Xiuyu retreated, looked at the little niece who didn't say a word, and looked at the room on the east side again. The door was naturally not locked. He hesitated for a moment and led the girl into the east house.

This is where Qiao Qingyu lives.

He came in that day on April 1, and now it is only a few dozen days. Although he is mentally prepared, he was stunned for a moment.

The glass was spotlessly wiped. There were two small baskets on the windowsill, and there were green plants inside, about twenty centimeters high. The reed mats laid on the kang were clean, and a small kang table was placed near the head of the kang. The worn table was also spotlessly wiped.

On the side against the wall is stacked with a stack of junior and high school textbooks.

In addition to the kang cabinet, there is a row of wooden boxes placed there on the west side of the big kang.

The above are cabbage and spinach, as well as garlic sprouts and shallots...

The fresh green hit the eyes, spreading like water waves, making people feel better for no reason.

If it weren't for the red-happy letters and calendars on the wall, he would have thought he had gone to the wrong place.

Moreover, the room was filled with a faint strange fragrance.

Everything reminded He Xiuyu that during the period when he left, this so-called home had changed that he did not know about.

He let out a breath of indifferent breath, then placed his niece on the edge of the kang, took off his leather shoes, and let her sit on the somewhat warm reed mat, and said softly, "Rongrong, uncle is going to cook for you, okay, you can sit here obediently?"

He Xuerong looked at her uncle without blinking, and finally nodded, but she still said nothing.

He Xiuyu breathed a sigh of relief. After traveling all night, Rongrong was hungry, so he had to make some rice porridge for her first.

Qiao Qingyu cleaned up the kitchen and was organized, so you can easily find what you need.

But except for one egg, it's just some dry stuff.

Of course, Qiao Qingyu is also very rich, she planted several boxes of vegetables.

He Xiuyu opened his travel bag, took out sausage, bacon, dried shrimps, fish, and a cloth bag of eggs. He placed the things on the top layer of the cupboard.

Soon, the rice porridge was cooked, and He Xiuyu entered the east room with a big bowl and two small bowls.

I saw Rongrong, who was sitting on the edge of the kang just now, kneeling in front of the wooden box, looking down at the green cabbage without blinking.

He Xiuyu's gentle reminder, "Rongrong, this is my aunt's thing, don't move around, come and drink porridge..."

He Xuerong seemed to listen to He Xiuyu's words, so she climbed over obediently, sat at the kang table, picked up her small spoon, and started drinking it in one bite.

But at this moment, a tender shout came from the yard, "The people in the room raise their hands..."

Before he finished speaking, Mrs. Li stopped him, "Xiaohu, your Uncle He is back, don't be rude..."

He Xuerong put down the spoon and turned her face to look out the window.

The glass was reflected in the face of a little boy, and he was frowning and could not tell what he looked like.

Afterwards, Mrs. Li arrived before she arrived, "Xiao He is back, I must have had no breakfast. I have steamed buns and egg custard. You can make a few bites first. Qingyu has gone to the county town and will not be able to come back in the afternoon..."

He Xiuyu raised his eyebrows. Mrs. Li seemed to be in good terms with Qiao Qingyu these days, and the name was obviously very intimate.

As she was talking, Mrs. Li had already come in with something, followed by Xiaohu wearing a small wooden gun.

As long as Qiao Qingyu is not at home, the safety of this dilapidated thatched house will be the responsibility of Comrade Xiaohu. If he hadn't been playing tricks on the west end of the village just now, he would have discovered that He Xiuyu was going home as soon as possible.

I will also find that Uncle He has a picture-like little girl at home.

Mrs. Li was stunned for a moment. He Xiuyu brought back a child. Whose family belongs to?

Xiaohu behind him widened his eyes and pointed at He Xuerong and blurted out, "Mom, I've seen this sister!"

He Xiuyu, “…”

A bad guy, if he didn't know what kind of person Li Gong was, he would have suspected that someone had read the Dream of the Red Chamber for Xiaohu.

Mrs. Li slapped over, "Nothing nonsense, how could you see me before?" Then she asked He Xiuyu with a smile, "Xiao He, whose child is this?"

"Sister-in-law Li, this is my eldest brother's daughter, and her name is He Xuerong."

It turned out to be Xiao He's niece.

Not to mention, he looks so beautiful, just like the ones in the painting that year.

At this time, Qiao Qingyu didn't know that not only He Xiuyu had returned, but also brought his little niece in advance.

At this time, Qiao Qingyu followed Factory Manager Yu, who was in charge of production, and stood in front of the open-air warehouse of the backyard of the machinery factory.

There was a letter of introduction, family certificate and money, and the interview between Qiao Qingyu and Director Yu was naturally very smooth, but she was speechless when she looked at the rusty machine in front of her.

She pointed to the machine that was almost equivalent to a broken iron and asked in disbelief, "Director Yu, is this what you call a cultivator?"
Chapter completed!