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After waiting for three or four hours at the train station, Jiang Yizhou finally boarded the train. As the briefly halted train started moving again, he leaned against a narrow space between the carriages, resting by the window.
The feeling of exhaustion wasn't too strong yet. Although no one was competing with him for space by the window, there was nothing he could use as a seat to rest on.
In his previous life during the Spring Festival travel rush, his family carried two large backpacks, the kind that reached waist height, along with various other bags filled to the brim. Even if there were seats available, there was never enough room to place them.
However, he unexpectedly felt nostalgic now, sitting up here by the window. It was barely comparable to a hard seat, but given the current situation, having a pack would be nice. There weren't many people standing, and there was quite a bit of empty space.
Covering his chest and feeling cautious, Jiang Yizhou slowly forgot about his body's aches and numbness and fell into a deep sleep.
...
Jiang Maode leisurely sat in a recliner, half-lying down soaking up the sun. Today was a rare sunny day without any sudden cold winds; it was a pleasant spring breeze.
"Creek~~"
The old man squinted and unexpectedly noticed someone who shouldn't be there. Didn't this child just return home yesterday afternoon? Why is he back again after only spending one night at home?
This child really knows how to waste money. Even if he took a cheaper train, it would still be pure waste. He only dared to spend money on train tickets when it was time for the New Year.
"I'm back."
Jiang Yizhou, with a somewhat greasy and dirty face, forced his eyes open to see the old man in the yard and responded with a simple "Hmm."
Then he entered the house without any discomfort, took out a set of clean clothes from the cupboard, changed into them, and grabbed a towel along with toothpaste and soap to wash up at the sink.
Feeling much refreshed after cleaning his face, Jiang Yizhou closed his eyes and made his way back into the house by instinct. He put down his things and collapsed onto the bed, falling asleep immediately.
Traveling had always been exhausting. Even though security had improved significantly after numerous crackdowns, physical fatigue was still hard to bear.
On the train, he woke up in the middle of the night only to find himself sitting on the floor with his back against one side and his feet propped against another. When he wanted to go to the restroom, his whole body felt numb and immobile. After gradually loosening up his body and using the restroom, he found it impossible to fall back asleep afterward. Instead, he tossed and turned repeatedly, changing positions.
"This child, why doesn't he stay home a bit longer? His parents probably think I led him astray!" The old man complained, hearing the deep snoring from inside the house. He could only sigh and check every pocket of the clothes that Jiang Yizhou had changed out of, hoping to find something inside...
The result was:
The old man held a stack of cash, unsure whether to keep it or put it back. In the end, he returned the money and set the clothes aside.
Really... he's gone mad!
...
"Mom, I'm full, I have to go!" Jiang Xiaoya always rushed through dinner on Sunday evenings because she had to head back to school for evening study sessions. As a boarding student, she had to leave by five or six.
"Study well!" Gao Qingzhen didn't say much, just handed her daughter the living expenses.
Glancing at his wife's expression, Jiang Maoqiang interjected, "Er Ya, I've thought it over. If you can get your tuition and fees reduced by half, I'll take care of the rest so you can continue your studies. Don't listen to your mom; she thinks you don't want to study anymore!"
Gao Qingzhen directly tapped her husband's hand with her chopsticks. "What are you talking about? I'm not a stepmother; there's no need to go that far!" After scolding her husband, her previously stern expression softened a bit.
There had been quite a few events happening lately. Their son had suddenly changed his temperament and was taking risks by wanting to make some investments. Who knows if it's a scam? He hasn't even finished school yet.
Although Gao Qingzhen had previously "generously" let her son take the money, that was because she couldn't win an argument against him.
Even though her son wouldn't retaliate against her as his mother, she still needed to force him to listen to her. The money in that savings account was all earned by him working part-time; if he insisted on taking it away, she definitely wouldn't be able to get it back.
Looking at her obedient yet internally critical daughter, Gao Qingzhen could only show her a bit more concern. "Just follow what your dad said. As long as you can achieve that level of performance, we will support you through school. After all, you're my flesh and blood!"
Jiang Xiaoya thought to herself, Mom, you know I'm your biological daughter. Now that you see how unreliable Big Brother is, you remember me? Where were you before?
However, nothing needed to be said aloud. Understanding without breaking the harmony was most important among family members. Just like their parents who married each other despite their conflicts and hidden resentments; as long as they were willing to live together in the end, everything would fade into nothingness and become stories and jokes shared in old age.
"Okay, Mom, I understand!" As she spoke these words, Jiang Xiaoya couldn't help but smile slightly.
Resentful of her mother's unfairness, the initial hope was simply for her mother to pay more attention to her instead of favoring her older brother. With the source of resentment gone, calling out "Mom" felt particularly affectionate and natural.
This made Gao Qingzhen a bit shaken. Is it true that raising a daughter well leads to better care in old age? No matter how well one treats a son, he can still drift away with his own thoughts, while a daughter is so understanding. It's hard to comprehend how people's hearts work.
...
Another night passed. The elderly man looked at Jiang Yizhou, who was still sound asleep in bed, and did not wake him up. He put on his work uniform and walked out the door.
In fact, Jiang Yizhou had woken up last night. However, after taking a long shower and having dinner, he started staying up late again, lost in his thoughts. As long as he didn't disturb the elderly man, there was no need for concern. How could he manage it? He couldn't control it, and if he tried, he'd only face resentment. Such matters were better left for the young to figure out.
At the construction site, it seemed fewer people were around compared to before. The foremen were also not very strict; once they got into the groove, they would show up on their own. After all, work meant pay, and most people cared about that.
"Maode, where's your nephew? Why isn't he here?" Jiang Youming had a strong impression of that nephew with unusual habits; he was clean-cut and didn't seem like a laborer but rather like a university student or an office worker enjoying air conditioning.
"Him? He went home for a visit recently and just got back. He's still sleeping in his room; I guess he won't make it today!" Jiang Maode mentioned casually before grabbing his tools and heading to his post.
What he didn't know was that after that day, Jiang Yizhou never returned to the construction site.
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