While the two were walking, a shadow appeared in the hazy night in front of them. The shadow moved towards them, getting closer and closer. The hazy light outlined a figure pedaling a human-powered tricycle.

"It should be the one who picked us up," Zhang Xiaoqiang grabbed Wu Qingwei and pointed forward. The two even heard the voice of Cang Lang, who was scratching the chain box. "Look at that, it's not tall and not majestic, the person coming should be my father."

"Is that right?" Wu Qingwei smiled, "We can't recognize our father randomly."

"I'm afraid they don't recognize my son, otherwise I'd really want to recognize my father." Zhang Xiaoqiang pursed his lips. The voice and tone were as cold as the air around him. As he spoke, the black shadow came to his eyes. The black shadow also noticed Zhang Xiaoqiang and Wu Qingwei in front of him, slowly pulled the handbrake and turned his head to look at the two of them.

"Dad!" Zhang Xiaoqiang shouted. The young man was still sharp-eyed. He first recognized that the person who was wearing a cotton hat and a cotton coat was his father Zhang Zuhua. Although he had not seen him for more than half a year and was wrapped in a cotton coat and hat, the behavior, movements and temperament of the person who came were imprinted on Zhang Xiaoqiang, which made him love and hate him. In the face of fatigue and hope, he made him scream.

"Ah, Xiaoqiang, right?" The person who came suddenly braked. He was Zhang Zuhua. He straightened his hat and looked at the other person beside Zhang Xiaoqiang, "This one is what you said... that..."

"Yes," Zhang Xiaoqiang said hurriedly, "her name is Wu Qingwei, and he is my...classmate."

"Oh, here we come, very good, very good..." Zhang Zuhua was so excited that he didn't know what to say.

"Uncle!" Wu Qingwei shouted with white teeth.

Zhang Zuhua jumped out of the car timidly, tilted the handlebars, pushed the tricycle around, aimed the front of the car in the direction of home, and reached out to greet him: "It's frozen, get in the car quickly, I'll take you home!"

"Oh!" Looking at the busy and at a loss, Zhang Xiaoqiang sighed in his heart, "Sure enough, I didn't wait for the apology for being late."

"Why are you standing there?" Zhang Zuhua shouted, "Get on the bus quickly, Xiaoqiang, hurry up, help your classmates get on the bus." Zhang Xiaoqiang stepped forward and hurried Wu Qingwei, but Wu Qingwei gently got rid of Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand.

"Let me ride a bike," she said, "I'll take you guys home."

Zhang Zuhua waved his hands repeatedly, and Zhang Xiaoqiang pretended to criticize: "Nonsense, it's simply nonsense. He ran down three or four hundred miles and finally ran to our house as a guest. How could you do your job when you meet? Get on the bus quickly." Zhang Xiaoqiang pushed Wu Qingwei onto the tricycle.

"Or, Xiaoqiang, you pedal the bike. How can you let the old man take us young people with you!" Wu Qingwei was still humble.

Zhang Xiaoqiang refused to rely on his word and said bluntly: "How can that be... I pedaled the bike in front and let you sit in the back with a strange old man all the way? That's not." As he said that, he jumped into the tricycle carriage and shouted to his father, "Let's go, go home quickly."

Zhang Zuhua said no more, and his body swayed left and right with his feet. The car moved slowly on the smooth and hard dirt road. Zhang Xiaoqiang and Wu Qingwei sat behind and whispered. Fortunately, their parents were careful and laid an old quilt in the carriage, which was both warm and soft, which made Zhang Xiaoqiang feel a little comforted. At the same time, there was a black military coat and a cotton worker uniform on the carriage. Zhang Xiaoqiang pulled the military coat over and covered Wu Qingwei.

The road was bumpy, Zhang Xiaoqiang and Wu Qingwei snuggled together and were drowsy.

When the sky seemed bright and not bright, the sunlight from the sun was drying out of the sky behind the clouds in the east, as if the fog had become thinner, just like the light cast by the full moon that had not yet been full on the twelve and thirteen days at night. The village was silent, empty, and people were still sleeping. A few barkings of dogs sounded in the narrow alley, and the tricycle was pedaled by Zhang Zuhua leaned softly against his iron door. The two got out, and as Zhang Zuhua pushed open the iron door, he pulled the tricycle into the yard.

Hearing the noise, the door of the house opened, Li Qin walked out of the door. Despite the hazy light, Zhang Xiaoqiang could still feel the smile on his mother's face. Li Qin laughed loudly and said, "I'm back, okay, come in, hurry up and go into the house!"

Zhang Xiaoqiang breathed a sigh of relief. "Fortunately, she didn't sleep in. If Wu Qingwei and I came home, she was still lying in the quilt and talking in her sleep, that would be fun!" Zhang Xiaoqiang said intimately.

"Mom, aunt!" Zhang Xiaoqiang and Wu Qingwei shouted.

But Zhang Xiaoqiang did not hurry into the house, nor did he pay much attention to his mother. Instead, he stood side by side with Wu Qingwei, pointing to the four mud and thatched houses in front of him that were only two and a half meters high, two old wooden doors with mottled paint and a dark dust window, and said, "This is our family. Maybe it's not much better than your pigpen. I'm scared to see it myself... I told you not to come... I must give me face, have a meal before leaving..."

"No," Wu Qingwei interrupted Zhang Xiaoqiang and said, "It's pretty good... much stronger than I thought."

"You really think so?" Zhang Xiaoqiang said with wide eyes, "What you said is the truth?"

"Of course it's true." Wu Qingwei said, "What you said to me before was too exaggerated, making people think your family is poor and beggars... It's great to see these now."

Zhang Xiaoqiang stopped talking and asked Wu Qingwei into the house at the urging of his parents. When Zhang Xiaoqiang entered the house, he found that everything was still the same, everything was still dirty, and what should be messy was still the same. Before he returned home, he asked them to clean up in advance and completely empty his wish. However, what was comforting was that his mother had tidied two clean beds on the big kang, which were obviously washed and sunny, and looked fluffy and soft.

"I'm exhausted after driving all night," Li Qin smiled, "Don't do anything, get on the kang and have a good sleep." Then the two of them felt soreness in their backs, exhausted, and their bodies were as if they had fallen apart. They no longer gave in modesty, and hurriedly climbed onto the big kang and crawled into their respective beds.

Fortunately, my parents were tactful. When they saw them getting on the kang, they walked out of the house, and then gently closed the door. After a while, the sound of cutting grass came from the straw hut outside. "This is probably the first time in their lives that their parents got up so early to cut grass for animals, right?" Zhang Xiaoqiang thought maliciously.

At this time, Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand stuck out of the quilt, and reached into Wu Qingwei's quilt like a snake, holding her soft little hand and said, "Thank you."

"What do you thank me?" Wu Qingwei opened his eyes and said.

"Thank you for giving me such great face. After seeing my pigpen, you didn't turn around and leave... In addition, thank you for praising my pigpen in front of my parents!" Zhang Xiaoqiang said.

"Go to bed quickly," Wu Qingwei shook Zhang Xiaoqiang's hand, and then gently closed his eyes, "It's so tiring all the way."
Chapter completed!