Now the two people have company at home.
Old Yang told Zhao Xiaoli not to do anything, so she said she would knit sweaters for her two sons. Such work also passes the time and isn't tiring.
On the twentieth, Jiang Xinyu drove to the station to wait.
Wei Kaiyun wanted to go. "I should go, it's no problem. There are many tricycles near the station now, even if there's a lot of luggage, it's fine."
The next day, Jiang Xinyu picked up Qiao Jingyi.
The two women embraced each other.
It's been several years since we last met. The children have changed quite a bit, Zhiwei is already a young man approaching 1.7 meters tall.
Holding Xiangting's hand, looking at the elegant young girl, the more I look, the more I like her. "Let's go, let's go home."
Found two tricycles and brought all the luggage back home.
"Let's go eat first."
"Xinyu, let's go home to eat." The children nodded in agreement.
