The outermost room on the left was his aunt, Yang Meizhen's room. The inner room on the right was where his grandparents lived, and the outer room was where his family of three lived.
There was another tile-roofed building that used to have leaks everywhere. This place was renovated by Yang Jianjun to raise pigeons. There was a flower bed in front of it, with grapes planted on one side. The area in front of the tile-roofed building was covered with grape trellises, and the trellises were covered with grape vines. On the other side was a large water tank, which Yang Jiabo used to raise fish, as well as dragonflies and mosquitoes.
On the other side of the flower bed were two tile-roofed buildings. One was the kitchen, and the other was where farm tools and sundries were stacked. In front of the kitchen was a small vegetable plot where some vegetables were planted. In front of another building, there was a peach tree. Next to the two buildings were two pig pens, with several pigs raised in them. There was a mulberry planted between two pig pens.
Immediately to the right of the entrance was the water reservoir and faucet. Beside the water reservoir were various peach trees and grapes, the chicken pens and duck pens connected to the pig pens.
After Yang Jiabo entered the door, he went to the kitchen first and found a thermos bottle. He got a basin of hot water to wash himself, and ran out while Li Guizhen was cooking.
Their family was the first family in the village and the earliest to move to the city central district. The three sides were surrounded by houses, the house behind their house was right next to the department store, and the opposite their house was the barber shop. The old man named Wang in the barber shop was almost sixty years old. Although he didn't know any fashionable haircuts, his skills were quite good.
Yang Jiabo went in and shaved his head bald. He told Old Man Wang that the adults would come to pay later and then went back. Before he entered the house, he could smell the aroma of food. He guessed that everyone in his family would be back by this time.
Sure enough, as soon as he entered the door, he saw his father's bicycle. An old-fashioned tin lunch box was tied with black rubber to the rear rack. When Yang Jiabo saw the familiar figure at the door of the kitchen, he couldn't help shouting excitedly: "Dad."
The man turned to look at him and said with a loving smile. "Jiajia is back."
Yang Jiabo's eyes were red and he rushed forward with his short legs. Father Yang squatted down and hugged him, not disliking the dirt on his body at all. Nestled in the familiar embrace, Yang Jiabo couldn't help crying.
Someone who treated him best in this world was undoubtedly his father. In the previous life, because of him, his father had no idea how much hardship he endured and how tired he was. In the end, he fell ill and died early. And the person he felt most sorry for in his life was his father.
Now his father was still alive and in good health, and he was only thirty-one years old, so he was still very young. Suddenly Yang Jiabo felt that rebirth might not be so bad. This was also the first time since he fell ill that he didn't want to die so much.
"Dad, dad, dad." Yang Jiabo kept calling his dad while crying.
"What's wrong, who bullied you?" Seeing his son crying, Father Yang was at a loss, he clumsily patted his son's back to comfort him.
Li Guizhen heard her son's cry and walked out of the kitchen. When she saw Yang Jiabo crying non-stop, she frowned and said, "Isn't this child really scared?"
"What's going on?" Yang Jianjun looked at his wife.
Li Guizhen told him about Yang Jiabo's "great achievements". After hearing this, father Yang felt a lingering fear, but he was not willing to teach his son a lesson. Yang Jiabo followed Father Yang closely, they stuck together. Everyone just thought he was frightened and didn't think much about it.
Regarding the act of rescuing people, the family didn't take it seriously. They only said that Yang Jiabo was too courageous. Moreover, the matter of rescuing people was not as high as his little bald head. In their view, except for monks and bald men, only prisoners in labor camps shaved the whole head clean.
After the family had dinner and then sat in the yard to enjoy the cool air. The rescued young master and his family came to visit. This family came in a car, and the young master's father was still wearing a military uniform, which showed he was not simple at first sight. They were warmly invited into the house and sat down in the yard.
The name of the young master who was rescued was Wei Jing, and he was the son of Wei Changdong, the vice president of the city's military hospital. The young master's mother's name is Song Yufang, she was a doctor.
"Just come, why are you so polite?" Grandma Yang smiled politely, but quickly accepted the things they sent.
"If it weren't for your child, what would my son be like now? I don't know how that human trafficker could do it. Xiao Jing was pinched by him until he was covered in bruises." Song Yufang gritted her teeth with hatred when she talked about this.
Yang Jiabo shrank behind his father, holding his little paws behind his back. His eyes wandered, and if he remembered correctly, those bruises were pinch marks caused by by him. But he didn't mean it, he just wanted to wake him up. So he decisively let the trafficker take the blame. Anyway, the debt was big and he didn't have to worry about it.
"This little guy must be Yang Jiabo." Wei Changdong turned his attention to the shy little bun hiding behind his father.
"Hello, Uncle Wei." Yang Jiabo greeted him obediently because he felt guilty.
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