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Chapter 120 I Just Want to Be Ordinary - Moving Back to My Hometown

The house that Yang Jia of the Song army lives in now was allocated by the organization. After all, he had made contributions and joined the company early. It would be unheard of to get such a good thing as an allocated house nowadays.

Although the community where they live is very old, the school district and surrounding facilities are top-notch. If they were sold now, it would be worth at least five million.

Of course Song Junyang would not sell it. He wanted to wait until his son grew up and leave it to him. He calculated the money he had and discussed with Song Junang about what kind of yard to buy. Then he began to pack up his belongings. The house in Kyoto could not be left empty, so he wanted to rent it out.

A month later, Song Wei completed the transfer procedures.

The house in Kyoto could be rented out for 5,000 yuan a month, plus Song Junyang's pension. In the early twentieth century, if they returned to the county town, they would indeed have no worries about food and clothing.

Song Junyang hired a truck and put all his belongings on it. The three of them drove their own car north for more than a thousand miles before arriving at Xiangyang County.

What Song Junang introduced to his second brother's family to buy was not a building, but a bungalow with a yard. They bought a large yard for 42,000 yuan. This was also what Song Junyang requested, so that his wife Lu Xiaoqin could do whatever she wanted without affecting the neighbors.

Moving is tedious, but fortunately I have relatives to help.

There are gatehouses on three sides of this courtyard, and the main house faces north and south.

There are no trees or green plants in the yards in the north, and they look dry.

Song Junang and his two friends had been waiting in the yard early. He only walked forward quickly after seeing the truck and the car stop.

The brothers hadn't seen each other for more than a year, and they excitedly hit each other on the shoulders a few times.

Song Wei got out of the car and stood at the door waiting for his mother to get out. He was a little nervous.

Zhou Leng reached out and held her son's hand. Since she came, she had never behaved abnormally in front of the child. The other party seemed strong now, but he was extremely fragile inside.

Although she is the mentally ill one in the eyes of outsiders, in fact the other two people in this family are more vulnerable. They are like walking on a tightrope in mid-air, and one misstep could lead to eternal damnation.

Song Wei felt his mother holding his hand tightly, and he asked worriedly, "Mom, are you okay?"

Zhou Leng came closer and whispered, "I'm a little scared, can you stay with mom?"

Song Wei shook Zhou Leng's hand and said, "Mom, don't worry. That's Uncle San. I know him. We've all met him. I will always be with you."

Zhou Leng nodded to show that she understood. She had different plans for the father and son, but the first step was to change to a new environment.

Zhou Leng wanted Song Wei to feel needed, and indirectly and implicitly told him that his mother needed his care, and sometimes being needed was also a kind of salvation. And what she wanted to do to Song Junyang was to divert his attention, so that he would be busy and have no time to think about the past.

After Song Junang finished talking to his brother, he saw the mother and son getting off the car. He walked over quickly to greet them and said, "Sister-in-law, nephew, we haven't seen each other for a long time. The capital is a place that nourishes people. My nephew is so fair and my sister-in-law is still so young and beautiful."

Song Wei greeted him and said, "Hello, Third Uncle."

Zhou Leng looked at him, smiled and said, "Jun Ang, long time no see."

Song Junang was surprised, but he didn't show it on his face. He still said politely:

"Come inside quickly. It's autumn now and it's windy outside. Nephew, take mom to check the rooms. Let's take the things out of the car quickly so as not to delay the driver's work."

Zhou Leng said politely: "Jun Ang, thank you, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"Sister-in-law, what are you talking about? Brothers are like brothers in war. My second brother's business is my business."

Zhou Leng smiled and let Song Wei pull him into the yard. The two of them went straight into the main house. The style here was completely different from that in Kyoto, because they saw the kang as soon as they entered the house.

The house is also filled with old furniture with Northeastern elements. Zhou Leng can adapt to it, but Lu Xiaoqin is from Henan, so it should be unfamiliar to her.

Song Wei had visited his grandparents’ house during the Chinese New Year and had seen such a big kang. He explained:

"Mom, this is a kang. I asked Dad before. Although we have running water here now, every family has their own stove in the winter. With a kang, we won't be cold."

Zhou Leng looked at him and said, "Son, where is your room? If it's cold in winter, will your hands get cold when you study? Is there a kang?"

Song Wei suddenly laughed. He hadn't laughed so sincerely in a long time. He looked up at his mother and said, "I haven't chosen yet. Let's go and have a look together. It seems that Uncle San told Dad that there are four rooms in total."

"Then let's go choose your room."

The mother and son looked at it slowly and carefully.

Half an hour later, the items in the truck filled the entire yard.

Song Junang took his two friends away to eat. Song Junyang saw them off at the door and went back to the yard, closed the door, looked at the boxes and bags in the yard and took a deep breath.

Fortunately, Song Junang had already asked someone to clean all the rooms in the yard, otherwise the three of them would have been exhausted to death.

Song Wei finally chose a room that also faced north and south. Although this room had an independent door, it was next to the main house and had windows in the front and back. There was a wooden bed, a brown desk, and a bookcase in the room. There were two pots of brightly blooming flowers on the windowsill, giving it a full feel of life.

There is no kang in this house, but the wall facing the main house is a fire wall, so it won’t be cold in the house in winter.

Zhou Leng helped her son pack his things, put down the mattress and quilt, and then put clean sheets on it. She also placed the quilt at the head of the bed. All of Song Wei's books and toys were brought into the room. The mother and son discussed how to arrange them so that they would look good. The atmosphere was warm.

When the commonly used items were placed in the house one by one, the familiar feeling returned. Sometimes they even felt a little dazed, as if they were still in the two-bedroom apartment in Beijing.

Song Junyang stood alone in the yard, looking at the things in the yard and not knowing where to start. He walked to the window of the cottage and saw the mother and son talking and laughing there through the window. He watched for a long time until the people in the house noticed him.

Zhou Leng patted her son's head, she stood up and walked out the door and said:

"Old Song, first find all the bedding and put it in the cabinet in the main room, so you don't have to look for it when you go to bed at night. Then take out all the dishes and put them in the kitchen. You can slowly unpack them after you finish these. There's no rush for the rest. After you finish these, the three of us can go to the nearby vegetable market. I also want to take my son to try sweet and sour pork."

Song Junyang asked subconsciously: "Then what do you do?"

Zhou Leng replied: "I have to go accompany my son. Please finish quickly. I am a little hungry."

Song Junyang watched his wife mercilessly close the door. He resigned himself to his fate and began to look for the package containing the quilt, saying:

"You deserve it. The blisters on your feet are from walking around, and the bumps on your head are from hitting your head. Get to work."

Zhou Leng walked into the room, sat on a chair, and picked up his son's book to read. Work is done by men, and he was very aware of this when he was a man.