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

They got off the bus at around seven in the evening. The state-owned restaurant had already closed. Zhang Min asked someone and found a private restaurant, where he packed some spicy soup and donkey meat pancakes.

He called out to the master and his apprentice, "Uncle Feng, Yanyan, these are the only two things they have at home. Eat them to fill your stomach tonight. I'll see if there's a place to buy porridge tomorrow morning."

"No need to look for it specifically. Just see what's available tomorrow and eat it. There aren't so many requirements outside." Mr. Feng took the lunch box and said.

An Xueyan took a bite of the cake and found it tasted pretty good.

"This cake is pretty good. If we can buy some tomorrow, we can take some to eat in the car."

When Zhang Min heard that she liked it, he said, "Then I'll buy some more tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll go with you tomorrow, Uncle Zhang. I haven't seen what Changshi is like yet."

"Can you get up after 6 o'clock tomorrow morning? I won't wait for you." Zhang Min had become familiar with her in the past two days and spoke more casually.

"I'm sure I can get up, Uncle Zhang, don't underestimate me."

After filling their stomachs, they went to bed early. They really couldn't sleep well on the train. They had to catch a train tomorrow, so the important thing was to make the most of the time to catch up on sleep.

In the morning, An Xueyan went to a nearby state-owned restaurant with Zhang Min and bought three servings of mutton soup and steamed buns. The donkey meat pancakes they had yesterday were also sold here, and she bought 8 of them. She also bought some hand-torn pancakes to take on the train.

"Yan Yan, I won't eat with you guys later. I will eat alone then." Zhang Min was carrying a bunch of food, which cost more than 7 yuan. If he ate like this, his salary would not be enough for food expenses.

This package of food and accommodation is equivalent to a monthly salary of at least 100 yuan, and he feels a little guilty about taking a salary of 40 yuan.

As soon as he said that, An Xueyan understood what he was thinking and put her hands behind her back.

He said in a grown-up tone, "Uncle Zhang, you don't have to think too much. Only when you eat well can you be healthy, and only when you are healthy can you work better. When you are needed to contribute in the future, just remember to contribute more."

Zhang Min laughed and said, "I'm afraid we'll bankrupt your dad. No matter how high his salary is, he can't afford to eat like this with the three of us."

An Xueyan walked backwards and said calmly, "It's okay. Master and I are here. We won't go broke. Just put your mind at ease."

"Also, when my master and I get busy later, I'll have to ask you, Uncle Zhang, to take care of some chores."

Zhang Min laughed and said, "This is my job. I wouldn't feel at ease if you didn't let me do it."

Not wanting to dwell on this topic, I asked casually, "How many children does Uncle Zhang have? Are they in school?"

"I have three children, two boys and one girl. The oldest boy is your age, and the youngest is only two years old. My daughter is six years old this year. The eldest and second oldest are both in school, but they like to play a lot and their academic performance is average.

Your father is lucky. You and your siblings don't need to worry about your studies. You have achieved great success at such a young age."

As soon as he arrived, he heard An Qingping bragging about how smart his daughter was. He also learned that his eldest son was specially recruited into the army at a young age. It would be a lie to say that he was not envious.

However, he also knew his situation and would not have any other thoughts. He just needed to do his own thing steadily. Otherwise, if he lost this job, he would have to go home and farm.

As they chatted along, An Xueyan revealed everything about the Zhang family. Although her father also told her about it, it was only a general outline and not in such detail.

A person's character can only be known more accurately by observing and understanding all aspects of his life.

After returning to the guesthouse and having breakfast, they went for a walk nearby as a post-meal exercise to help digest the food. An Xueyan took out her camera and took pictures of the ancient buildings on both sides of the street.

These may no longer exist in a few decades and will disappear in the long river of history. She also hopes to leave some traces of their existence.

After the three of them boarded the train again, they took another 40 hours before finally arriving at their destination.

At the Guangxi Provincial Railway Station, after the three got off the train, An Xueyan looked at the crowd coming and going around her. She could only see people around her carrying large and small bags, and she could not see anything farther away.

Who made her the height of a small potato?

"Master, where is the person who came to pick me up?"

They had been off the train for 10 minutes and were told to wait on the platform, but no one showed up.

Mr. Feng: "Maybe something delayed us. Let's get out of the station first."

Zhang Min carried the luggage on his back, and the master and apprentice each took a small bag and followed the crowd towards the exit.

When I was halfway there, I heard someone shouting loudly: "Lao Feng, Lao Feng... I'm here..."

An Xueyan had good hearing and heard it immediately.

He tugged at his master's sleeve and said, "Master, I heard someone calling Lao Feng. Is this someone coming to pick us up?"

When Mr. Feng heard this, he listened carefully and looked around.

Not far away, two people were pushing their way through the crowd towards them. The elderly man in front kept shouting, "Lao Feng, Lao Feng..."

The young man following behind also shouted loudly: "Mr. Feng...Mr. Feng...We are here..."

Recognizing the newcomers as old acquaintances, Mr. Feng said to them, "They are here. Let's go over."

As soon as the two parties met, An Xueyan saw an old man looking at her master excitedly.

With tears in her eyes, she tightly grasped her master's hand and said with a choked voice, "It's so good to see you again in my lifetime, so good~"

Mr. Feng said unhappily, "I'm saying, have you always been wondering where I died?"

This sentence completely dampened the other person's emotions, and he said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "You are such a person, am I that kind of person?"

He looked at An Xueyan beside him and asked, "Is this the closed disciple you mentioned? So young?"

He looked at Old Feng with suspicion. Could it be that Old Feng was senile and confused? How could he see a patient with such a small child alone?

Elder Feng introduced them confidently, "This is my last disciple, An Xueyan. Yan, this is your uncle Zhong, Zhong Minghui, the director of the Guangxi Provincial Military Hospital."

An Xueyan said gracefully, "Hello, Uncle Zhong. I'm An Xueyan. Please take care of me from now on."

Even if Zhong Minghui didn't believe it, he couldn't say it out loud. He smiled and praised: "Good, this girl looks smart."

Then he introduced his name to the others and walked outside.

Xiao Gang, the young driver who came with Zhong Minghui, was very tactful in helping Zhang Min with the luggage. They came by car, and after putting the luggage in the car, Zhang Min sat in the passenger seat, and An Xueyan and the other two sat in the back.

"The house I prepared for you has a small courtyard. Although it's not as new as a building, it has an independent courtyard. I think you should like it."