The garden is full of spring scenery and cannot be closed, and the warmth of the heart is stored in my heart.
"What a lousy place, I want to go home," Song Xinye complained, walking on the cement road. Pushing a black suitcase and holding a mobile phone. The mobile phone case has a white background and a flower field painted on it.
When I dialed Mr. Songcheng's phone, a random video ringtone was displayed. Half a minute later, "Son, you have arrived at Jintian." The voice was that of a gentle and delicate little woman.
"Mom, where's my dad? I can't stay in a place like this for a moment. Ask him to send a car to pick me up."
Song Xinye grew up in a big city and enjoyed unprecedented treatment in Anyang City. His father was the president of Xinyu Company and one of the few richest people in Anyang City. His grandfather is also a top jewelry connoisseur and collector. He and his son started from scratch and built a business.
Mr. Song Cheng and Ms. Qiao Yue gave birth to Song Xinye. He made many mistakes in Anyang No. 1 Middle School and had no teacher. His own father exiled his own son to a small rural village without considering Song Xinye's feelings at all.
"Answer whatever you want, just stay there for me." Song Cheng's tone was a bit angry, Qiao Yue approached and reached out to hook up the phone. "Husband, talk to me. My son must be the best."
Song Xinye's father's voice came from his cell phone, "Son, come on." Then there was a busy beep and he hung up.
Destroy it, cause the sky to fail and the earth to respond.
An old man who was leading a cow came from a distance, holding a dogtail grass in his hand. "Uncle, how can I get to Shanshui Village in Huailu Town?" Song Cheng didn't come to pick him up, so he decided to be self-reliant. Who was he looking down on? He could still live without his father.
The uncle spoke in dialect, "There are still more than ten miles to go, and we can't reach it by walking." Song Xinye pieced it together and understood.
The uncle patted him on the shoulder. Song Xinye resisted the greeting from the uncle. The uncle was quite strong. "Yazi, what are you going to do?"
He straightened his back and pulled the suitcase. Touching his head, he couldn't understand what the uncle said.
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"It's okay, uncle."
Song Xinye walked forward without looking back and took a few steps. "Damn it!" After stepping on cow dung, the uncle said, "I wanted to remind you, but it was too late."
Someone who stepped on cow excrement looked unhappy and his shoes were stained.
Purpose: Love the world