The law of great fragrance for old men

Chapter 47

The holidays passed quickly. I went with my parents and relatives for two days to celebrate the New Year. The class group suddenly informed me that school would start a week early, but they adopted a voluntary system and did not force it.

About one-third of the people in the group reported their names, and New Year greetings were no exception. Finally, they bought high-speed rail tickets to go back to City F on the seventh day of the Lunar New Year.

He Minglan couldn't bear to leave her son. She prepared a lot of food the night before, including homemade sausages, smoked pork, and peeled walnuts, all of which were local specialties.

"Nian Nian, aren't you still renting a house? Take these with you and cook something delicious for yourself on the weekend..."

"Mom, this is too much!"

"No more, no more. Whatever you want to eat when the time comes, this is all packed away, no trouble..."

Looking at the things carefully prepared by his mother, He Nian felt warm in his heart. The suitcase contained a lot of things, and the rest could only be carried in his hands. He Cen rode a battery car to send his son to the high-speed rail station.

City F was much colder than the inner city. After getting off the bus at the station, He Nian was squeezed into the crowd. He dragged his 30-inch large trolley suitcase and handbag forward with difficulty.

The people around him were all in big and small bags, and every figure was in a hurry. He walked out in the direction of the crowd. When he was approaching the exit, he was shocked by the cold wind.

The escalator stopped, and he had to climb twenty or thirty steps to go out. There were red marks on He Nian's palms from the bags. The trolley box was very heavy, so he struggled to lift it up step by step.

To him, these are very common trivial matters in life, just like eating. When Twilight Manor first opened, He Nian was reluctant to pay for help, so he moved all the materials by himself.

I often go to the supermarket to buy flour. The big bag is the most cost-effective, about fifty kilograms. The starting price of a taxi is fifteen yuan. One person can get it back with just his teeth.

Perhaps he had become squeamish in the past few months, and he started panting after just climbing a few stairs. He was so tired that he became sweaty on his forehead.

Suddenly the weight on his hand was gone, and the handbag was taken over by someone.

He Nian suddenly raised his head, and when he saw the person clearly, he froze on the spot. He thought he had seen it wrong. Otherwise, the husband should be in a meeting, so why did he appear here? Shouldn't it be Uncle Zhang who came to pick him up?

"What are you doing standing there stupidly?"

Chu Xijin was wearing a black coat and was holding a paper bag in his hand. He casually lifted the box to the steps next to him, then took out a cup of milk tea from the paper bag and put it in his New Year greeting hand.

The temperature is still a bit hot, it must have just been bought.

He Nian looked at the milk tea in his hand, and then at the man who suddenly appeared. His nose was a little sore, and the red marks on his palms suddenly hurt.

"Sir, why are you here? Didn't you say you have a meeting..."

The originally gentle voice now sounded like coquettishness, with a hint of imperceptible grievance, and the noisy environment suddenly became quiet.

"I wanted to see you sooner, so I postponed the meeting."

Chu Xijin said it was reasonable. He was carrying a small box for New Year greetings, and the originally heavy luggage became lighter in the man's hands.