Rebirth of Northland Technology

The age of aging has not yet come.The living quarters attached to the factory were empty at this time.

The corridor is silent, only the gentle footsteps of the wandering homecoming, echoing repeatedly in the air,

No matter how slow the speed, no matter how long the distance is, there is an end.Cheng Yongxing finally moved to the door of his house.

He didn't get the key, the door was open and there were people in the room.

The hands and feet are the same as lead-filled, unable to move.The beating speed of the heart also increased.It is as if the gambler finally saw the Jiezhu, and the candidates finally want to see the college entrance examination results.

He is waiting for the final sentence.

Or wake up from a dream, or see a loved one, and don’t know what the end result will be.

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With a light touch by the body, the door was pushed open with a "squeak", and familiar furnishings appeared in front of him.

The scene that kept reappearing in the dream appeared in front of me again.

The whole world seemed to be covered with a veil of mist, and the things in front of me felt within reach and felt so far away.

"Who, who? Is it Xiaoxing?"

The familiar figure, Cheng Yongxing's mother, Xi Fenghua, heard the voice and greeted him from the back room.

"Xiaoxing, why don't you come in? What are you doing at the door?"

Cheng Yongxing felt that his hands, feet and body were completely resigned and motionless.

Not only that, he almost fell to his knees.

Every year during the Qingming Festival and the Chongyuan Festival, he would burn paper no matter where he was, and knock a few heads for his parents.

Cheng Yongxing never kowtow to them before his parents were alive.

But after his parents left, Cheng Yongxing found out.He can do nothing but kowtow.

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Xi Fenghua watched his son standing at the door, not going into the house, so he put on slippers and walked out the door.

"Xiaoxing, why don't you enter the house? What do those who stand still do?"

She stretched out her hand to pull her son, but saw his son standing there, with tears streaming down his face.

"Xiaoxing, what's wrong with you?

Why are you crying?

What happened?Come, come in and say!"

After Xi Fenghua pulled in his son, he put down the contents in his hands and looked up and down at the child who had been away from home for half a year.

Without saying a word, the son watched her cry.

"Xiaoxing, what's wrong with you?

Does it hurt?

Why don’t you call or write if you have something?"

Xi Fenghua didn't know why, looking at her tearful son, she wanted to cry too, and her eyes became wet.

"What's the matter, you are talking!"

I will go to your dad and call him back!"

She didn't know what to do.

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"Mom, I'm fine, I just miss you."

The son finally opened his mouth hoarsely.

"Hey, don't cry!

You cry, my mother's heart is broken!"

Xi Fenghua wiped the tears from his son's face with both hands.

"Silly boy, how old are you? A college student!

Write a letter if you miss home, you can't call!Which house is like you, crying at home."

Xi Fenghua breathed a sigh of relief, but was also moved by his son's intense emotional expression.

"Have you eaten on the way? I'm going to warm up your food. You go into the house and have a rest."

Xi Fenghua pushed his adult son into the house and let him rest first.

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When I entered the room, I saw familiar furniture and a familiar smell.

Cheng Yongxing finally felt tired and hungry.His energy and physical strength were all just now, completely consumed by intense emotions.

When he got to the room, he didn't want to say anything. After putting down his bag, he fell onto the bed.Almost immediately, he was confused.

It was not known how long Cheng Yongxing was woken up.On the table is a freshly fried potato shreds and other leftovers.

His mother, Xi Fenghua, doesn't know how to cook, and his father cooks at home.Now she is only good at frying potato shreds, and the others are basically difficult to import.After Cheng Yongxing's father took the first step, she added a few more dishes and learned how to make dumplings.

After resting for ten minutes, Cheng Yongxing regained his spirit.The familiar environment brought him an unusually peaceful feeling, and his nerves were completely relaxed.

I have read such a sentence, what is in the bowl is hometown.

This sentence, Cheng Yongxing didn't feel much before.When he picked up the meal and ate two bites, tears welled up again and couldn't stop it.

Various nerve signals came surging forward, and Cheng Yongxing didn't know what was wrong.

He had imagined many times what it would be like when he got home.Mom will not be surprised, what dad should be like, they are still young now.

What are you crying for?Regret for more than ten years?Is it your own filial piety?

Or did this familiar sense of security remove all the masks and guards?

Always ready to add more!The express has been signed for.But no news has been received yet.There is no waiting for the third watch today.