Became a poor little boy abandoned by his educated youth mother?

Not long after breakfast, Mr. Feng was pulled away by Chef He to rest. An Xueyan sat on the lower bunk and quietly copied books on the small table.

Zhong Ming on the opposite side was a restless person. He was not familiar with the other three people in the car, so he pulled An Xueyan aside to ask questions.

"Little girl, it seems that the medical skills you learned from your grandfather are pretty good. It was you who delivered a baby yesterday. That's amazing." The compliment was very sincere.

An Xueyan looked up at him and said modestly, "I also follow my grandfather's instructions. What I have learned is not yet at the level of a master. Uncle, you are too kind."

Fortunately, the day was as dry as boiled water.

After resting for a few hours, Mr. Feng looked much more energetic. Their train arrived at the station where they were getting off at around 8 o'clock in the evening. Hu Shengli came over in advance and told them that someone would help them get their luggage off the train, and asked them not to worry, as the train would stay at this station for 15 minutes, so there was plenty of time.

So An Xueyan calmly sat in front of the window and watched the bustling crowd getting off the train, carrying luggage that could drown people, and tying children's waists with ropes to prevent them from getting lost. After getting off the train, they looked around in confusion to see if the people they were waiting for had arrived. Voices calling people, voices shouting loudly not to block the way, and all kinds of other sounds rang out on the platform. Now there were no people looking down at their phones, and the expressions on people's faces were particularly vivid.

Suddenly, her father's mature and handsome face enlarged in front of her, his eyes full of joy and distress: "My daughter, Dad is here to pick you up, your face looks thinner." In fact, he just looked a little haggard because he didn't sleep well. This is the filter of an old father.

"Dad, I miss you so much~" She stood up and leaned out of the window and threw herself on her dad, who easily picked her up.

An Qingping just said gently: "Dad has asked someone to make delicious food. I will take you to eat later. It's too late today, so I will sleep in the guesthouse and go back tomorrow."

"Dad, do you miss your daughter? If you don't tell me, I won't go back with you." An Xueyan threatened coquettishly.

An Qingping, a grown man, was not in a position to say this in public. He looked around to make sure no one was watching, then coughed softly and whispered, "Dad misses you, too."

Startled by his apprentice's dangerous action, Old Feng endured it for a moment before saying unhappily, "Are you two ready? If you keep stalling, the car will start moving."

Really, this father and daughter have such a good relationship that they don’t even remember him as an old man.

Hu Shengli brought a man to help them with the luggage. An Qingping happened to be outside, so he just threw the things out of the window. In a few seconds, the things were taken down.

An Qingping handed a cigarette to the two men and thanked them. Hu Shengli took the cigarette and said a few polite words. He was busy at the time and said goodbye to them and went to work without saying much.

The master and apprentice carried small bags, and the rest of the bags were carried by An Qingping alone. He carried a large bag on his back, and held a bag in each hand. Finally, An Xueyan and the others became one of the various people on the platform.

We are all part of the vast sea of ​​humanity, and anyone can be seen as having different aspects of life in the eyes of others.

An Qingping came to pick people up in a car from the transport team. It just so happened that he would be delivering the goods the next day, so he could send them back to the county together.

He first went to the guesthouse to book a room, and then took the master and disciple to a small courtyard home not far from the guesthouse for dinner.

After sitting down, An Qingping said, "Now that the inspections are not so strict, some brave people are secretly doing small businesses. The food made by this family is not bad. Uncle Feng, my daughter, you can try it."

An Xueyan also said: "Some people in Beijing have done this, and now generally no one cares.

Dad, how is things at home lately?"

An Qingping: "Everything is fine at home, but your grandparents are used to the quietness of the house and have been asking when you will come back."

"Hehe, I bought gifts for grandma and grandpa, and I also brought some for you, dad. Everyone got something. I also took a lot of photos. I'm sure grandma will want to go to Beijing with me next time after seeing them."

She even bought some tools to develop the photos she took and developed them at home. The results were no worse than those from a photo studio. Although they were in black and white, the photos she took turned out great.

An Xueyan fell asleep quickly in bed at night and had no dreams until dawn. As soon as she woke up, she heard her father knocking on the door and saying that he had bought breakfast.

I quickly packed up, opened the door and went out. After having breakfast, I urged my dad to take them back.

He first drove to load the goods, and then drove to the county town at 9 o'clock. By the time An Xueyan and the others arrived at the county town and took a ox cart back to the brigade, it was already past 12 noon. An Qingping also took a leave in the afternoon to send them home.

An Qingping's bicycle couldn't fit all the stuff, so they just hired an ox cart. An Qingping rode slowly with a package beside them. An Xueyan shared some interesting things she encountered in Beijing with her father. The ox cart went directly to An's house, and along the way they met fellow villagers who were eating at the door with bowls in their hands.

Everyone looked at them as if they were watching a foreign spectacle and greeted them enthusiastically.

"Yan girl, Doctor Feng, you are both back from Beijing. Is Beijing fun?"

An Xueyan smiled: "It's quite fun, come and eat, sir."

An Youyin, another relative, asked curiously, "Qingping, didn't your Shitou go with you? Why hasn't he come back?"

An Qingping stopped his bicycle and said simply, "Shitou has gone to the army to serve as a soldier."

Only his family knew about Shi Tou joining the army, and they didn't tell anyone about it, so no one in the village knew about it.

"He's not old enough to join the army, how did he get in?" An Youyin asked back, looking at An Qingping's disapproval, "Qingping, we all have the same ancestor, the surname An. I held you in my arms when you were little. You can't forget your uncle when good things happen to you."

An Qingping couldn't be cold or ignore someone who was older than him, so he could only helplessly explain: "Uncle You Yin, Shitou went to Jing City to play and was specially recruited because of his ability. I only found out about this after he entered."

An Youyin looked at him suspiciously: "You really didn't use your connections to get him in?"

An Xueyan resisted the urge to roll her eyes and said, "Second Master, does my brother need connections to be that capable? The army wouldn't even be able to recruit any soldiers."

"Uncle, if I had connections and could still work in this county, I would have found someone to get me to the capital first. I won't tell you now because I still have to take Uncle Feng back for dinner. I'm hungry. We can talk later." After An Qingping finished speaking, he rode away on his bike. The old man driving the ox cart was also a smart guy. He drove the cart away first.

They left behind the villagers who stopped them and asked them questions, but the people who stayed behind kept discussing.

Some still didn't believe it: "They really didn't use any connections?"