Minister Huang galloped thousands of miles to arrive at the Shili Brigade. What he was supposed to do was fulfilled, and what he was not supposed to do was readily agreed to.
He might also have seen Lin Nianhe's little thoughts, but he didn't point it out. Both left and right are good deeds for the country and the people. Anyone can do it, it’s no big deal.
He wanted to leave after finishing his business, but Comrade Lao Lin said: Your business is done, but his business is not done yet.
Minister Huang was stunned: "Then you still follow me around?"
Comrade Lao Lin sighed, looked at his daughter in the village village, and said in a dry voice: "I haven't seen my daughter for more than half a year, why don't I just look at her?"
Minister Huang choked and stopped talking.
Father Lin looked at Lin Nianhe outside the window for a while, then silently turned around to find Su Yuncheng.
The two of them chatted for half an hour on the drying field. No one was around, and no one knew what they said.
Finally, Father Lin gave a small note to Su Yuncheng.
Su Yuncheng glanced at the contents of the note, went directly to the brigade headquarters, and threw it into the stove.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Father Lin and Minister Huang were ready to leave.
The villagers took boiled eggs and dry food and wanted to give them to eat on the road.
They did not prevent the Lin family's father and daughter from saying goodbye, and only stuffed things into Minister Huang's arms.
Lin Nianhe was hanging in Dad Lin's arms.
He patted his daughter on the back, tried to keep his emotions as stable as possible, and made one last struggle: "Daughter, it's not too late to go home with dad. If you think about it again, do you want to regret it?"
Lin Nianhe shook his head decisively: "I won't leave."
Dad Lin: "..."
Alas, my daughter is getting older...
Lin Nianhe raised his head, looked at Dad Lin and said, "Dad, don't be sad. I will go home at the beginning of next month."
"Huh?" Father Lin was confused, "Isn't your family leave only for one month? The Chinese New Year is celebrated at the end of January. If you go home too early, won't you not be able to celebrate the entire New Year?"
Lin Nianhe: "By the way, I forgot to tell you that our leader said that there is not much work in winter and we will give you two months of family leave this year."
Father Lin’s eyes lit up instantly!
Calculating this, his daughter will be back in more than half a month after he returns home!
I can stay for another two months!
Father Lin smiled and rolled his eyes, the sadness of parting was much diluted.
"Okay, call dad when you set a date, and dad will book a sleeper ticket for you to go home."
"Okay! Drive slower on the road."
Lin Nianhe opened the car door for Father Lin, and after he got in the car, he saw that Uncle Huang was still surrounded by villagers stuffing things. The neat and tidy old man was particularly embarrassed now. Not only was there a pile of things hanging on his body, but also there was something in his arms. Holding...it seems to be an old actor from Widow Zhao's family.
The villagers have heard that the leaders are here to buy the hair flowers they made to the capital. It is said that they can also be sold to foreigners to make money for the country!
This is amazing. The villagers wanted to entertain the leader, but the leader was about to leave. They had to take out everything they could at home and wanted them to take it back.
Poor Minister Huang, he kept saying rejection, but was suppressed by the voices around him.
Maybe the villagers heard it and just didn't want to pay attention to him.
While refusing, Minister Huang turned back to look for Father Lin, his eyes pitiful, as if asking for help.
Father Lin had already seen the look in his eyes, and then he quickly checked all the car windows to make sure they were all closed tightly. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and stretched out his hand to hold on to the car door.
Lin Nianhe pushed through the crowd and squeezed to Minister Huang's side. He stretched out his hand and pressed down: "Folks! Listen to me!"
The noisy crowd finally became a little quieter.
Lin Nianhe smiled at everyone and said: "Uncle Huang and the others are very disciplined. If they take anything from everyone, even just an egg, they will be criticized. Everyone's wishes have been received by Uncle Huang and my father. Please don't let them." A mistake was made.”
As Lin Nianhe spoke, he picked off the bits and pieces hanging on Minister Huang's body and returned them to everyone.
Seeing that the villagers were still a little unwilling, she said: "Hey, I'm not a soldier. From tomorrow on, I will go from house to house to get food!"
Folks:"……"
Lin Nianhe took everything he could, and finally said to Widow Zhao: "Aunt Zhao, come and take away your old hen. Don't scare it. It won't lay eggs tomorrow."
"Alas..." Widow Zhao sighed and stepped forward to persuade her to stay, "Boss, why don't you leave after dinner? I'll stew chicken for the boss!"
"No, no, no," Minister Huang, covered in chicken feathers, waved his hands and said, "We still have a lot of work to do, so we'll stay longer when we get back next time."
Lin Nianhe reached out to open the door for Minister Huang, but pulled it but did not open it.
Lin Nianhe bent down and took a look, facing Father Lin who was holding the car door inside.
The father and daughter looked at each other awkwardly.
Lin Nianhe: "..."
Dad Lin: "..."
Father Lin was stunned for a moment, then pushed the car door open as if nothing was wrong.
He also explained: "I plan to open the door for Lao Huang."
Lin Nianhe: "Yeah, don't explain, I believe it."
What else could she say? You can’t tear down your own father!
Lin Nianhe was afraid that he wouldn't be able to hold on any longer, so he quickly stepped aside and helped Minister Huang get into the car.
When she closed the car door, she quickly took out a paper bag from her satchel and stuffed it through the crack of the door.
The place she found was so clever that she couldn't see it unless she turned sideways.
After Minister Huang sat firmly, he turned around and asked Father Lin: "Did you just want to shut me out, you idiot?"
Father Lin looked straight ahead without changing his expression: "Don't slander me just because you are old."
"I've seen it all!"
"You are old and have dazzled eyes, so you saw the wrong thing."
"you……"
"Lao Huang, please stop talking. I am very sad to have to part with my daughter again. Please let me be quiet for a while."
"..."
Minister Huang was choked with grievances. He opened his mouth, but in the end he could only roll his eyes and turned away and ignored Father Lin.
After a while, the car had driven more than ten kilometers away. Minister Huang finally caught his breath. He wanted to drink some water. When he turned sideways to look for a kettle, he finally saw the oil paper bag stuffed beside him.
There is also a line written on the paper package:
"Uncle Huang, Dad, I prepared these meals, so it's not a violation. Lin Nianhe"
I also drew a little smiley face.
Minister Huang was immediately happy.
He turned sideways, with his back to Father Lin, and opened the oil paper bag, which contained a few white-flour steamed buns and boiled eggs.
Minister Huang asked without looking back: "Binghui, do you eat eggs?"
Father Lin is immersed in sadness, how can he be in the mood to eat?
He looked at the white sky outside the window and said without looking back: "I won't eat."
"oh."
Then Minister Huang ate the steamed buns and eggs made by Lin Nianhe.
After thinking about it, he balled up the oil paper and stuffed it into his pocket.
Well, it's better not to irritate him.
They are old comrades-in-arms!
…
Lin Nianhe didn't know these things.
She felt empty inside.
In her previous life, her biological parents died young, and she inherited a large amount of inheritance at a young age. Then she had to fight with her covetous relatives, the disrespectful elders of the company, and her rivals in the shopping mall... enough fighting. The end of the world is also here.
Before she came here, she had not felt the affection of her parents for a long, long time.
There were countless nights where she bandaged her wounds silently, not bothering to scream when it hurt because no one would care.
But now, someone is making plans for her and coming from thousands of miles away just to take a look at her.
Lin Nianhe stood at the entrance of the village, looking at the direction the jeep was leaving, and tears fell from his eyes at some point.
She was feeling pregnant when someone suddenly pulled her into his arms.
Looking sideways, it was Wang Hong.
Wang Hong patted her shoulder and comforted her: "Okay, there's no need to cry. Let's go to my aunt's house for dinner tonight, and she'll give you fried shrimp crackers."
"Stop crying, stop crying, look at this little face, don't be chapped." Aunt Li came over and wiped away Lin Nianhe's tears.
Widow Zhao handed over the old hen: "Stew another chicken!"
Looking at the chicken with its wings pinched and its eyes red, Lin Nianhe wanted to pat the chicken's head to express comfort for its fate.
As soon as she got closer, the old hen stretched its neck and pecked at her hand.
Lin Nianhe quickly flashed past, but the old hen wasted no time.
When Lin Nianhe looked at the old hen again, she no longer felt pitiful for it. She wrinkled her nose, stared into its red eyes and said word by word: "It's spicy!"
