Chapter 6 The Return of the wanderer

The old residential area actually means shantytown. Zhang Jianyang's home is in the famous shantytown in Shacheng.

Since the nuclear war, the withdrawal of state power and the rise of the remaining forces of all parties, I don't know when people have a hierarchy, with three, five or nine levels. For this reason, people have been fighting for a long time, but under the high-pressure policy, with decades of imperceptible development, people have gradually accepted the division of hierarchy.

Nowadays, people only want to work hard to improve their social hierarchy and become higher-class residents. They have no way to resist this hierarchy for a long time.

Shacheng is very large. There are several places like old residential areas. The shantytown where Zhang Jianyang is located is lined up at the end of all the shantytowns. It can be said to be the worst place in Shacheng. Except for the people who live here, almost no one will come here. In the whole shantytown, it is difficult to see the smell of business. It is full of low bungalows and stinky ditches.

At this time, it was early in the morning. The sun had not yet risen, and the alleys in the shantytown were full of people who got up early to work.

In five years, nothing seems to have changed. People living here, dressed in shabby clothes and whitewashed, mostly rubbed bicycles, dressed in a hurry, and occasionally greeted acquaintances.

Zhang Jianyang's clothes are dusty, and the material is also ordinary. In addition, in five years, he has changed a lot, and almost no one recognizes him, only thinking that he is a new resident who has returned from going out. The residents in the shantytowns are not the same. Some people have made a fortune and moved away, and some have been promoted to the resident level, and they have also moved away... The rest are all people who can't help it.

The closer he is to home, the more excited Zhang Jianyang's heart is. The alleys are full of familiar houses, which makes him feel very cordial.

Zhang Jianyang remembers that his parents will go to work early like these people who get up early. The difference is that his family doesn't even have a bicycle, and his parents can only walk to work. This also makes parents get up earlier than others. Only in this way can they not be late. In the eyes of parents, work is not only as simple as work, but also the burden of supporting the whole family.

Do parents still work as before?

For five years, someone from the neighbor's family has built a new house, and someone has built the second or even the third floor. Only their own home is more old and dilapidated than five years ago.

Standing in front of the door of his house, Zhang Jianyang was a little short of breath. He raised his hand and dared not knock down for a long time. He was afraid that no one would open the door for him.

Zhang Jianyang's house, in the shantytown, is relatively small, with two houses in a very small yard. One is for parents, and the other belongs to Zhang Jianyang. The two rooms are not big, only a few square meters. It is difficult to stand outside a bed and a wardrobe. As for the kitchen, there is a coal ball stove under the eaves...

Zhang Jianyang, who was wandering outside the door, soon heard the sound of water from inside. The familiar footsteps were not forgotten by Zhang Jianyang at night. It was his mother's fault.

A low knock on the door sounded.

Zhang's mother quickly opened the door. Appearing at the door was a gray-haired aunt, wearing a set of old whitewashed clothes, with sleeves on her wrists and wet hands dripping with water. When she opened the door, she wiped the whitewashed clothes. The night in Shacheng was very cold and the water was very cold, which made her hands a little cold and tremble.

No matter how the son changes, if he hasn't been home for many years, he will never escape his parents' eyes.

When Zhang's mother saw Zhang Jianyang standing outside the door, her mouth, which she just wanted to ask, suddenly opened her eyes wide and stared desperately. From time to time, she rubbed her eyes with her wet hands for fear of hallucinations in the early morning.

Zhang Jianyang's low voice sounded: "Mom!"

The old man's body trembled, and tears flashed in his eyes. He said in a trembling voice, "Jianyang, Jianyang, is it you?"

Zhang Jianyang couldn't help jumping into Zhang's mother's arms like a child. He cried and cried, "Mom, it's me, your son, I'm back, I'm back, I'm back..."

The tears that just flashed turned into tears like rain. Zhang's mother also cried bitterly. She hugged Zhang Jianyang and said, "Jianyang, it's really you. It's really my Jianyang is back." She was afraid that as soon as she let go, the son who appeared in front of her would disappear, making her have to miss her again.

Now that my son is well, he has finally come back. His appearance has changed a lot. He has become taller and darker, but he is much stronger. He is no longer a young man who was weak five years ago.

Zhang Jianyang sobbed, "Don't worry, Mom, my son will never leave again and stay by your side all the time."

The return of her son made Zhang's mother extremely happy. She let go of her hand holding her son, but grabbed his hand and said, "Come in quickly. It's cold outside. You really know that it will be very cold at night in Shacheng, and you don't wear any more clothes. Come into the house, mom will make a fire for you.

Zhang Jianyang wiped the tears from his eyes and said with a smile, "Mom, it's not cold."

Compared with five years ago, there was no obvious change in the small yard, but under the corner of the wall, several grapes were planted. At this time, they grew most vigorously, crawling on the walls of the yard and the shelves of the tower, making the whole yard full of vitality. It is not easy to see such a green courtyard in the sand city.

Seeing Zhang Jianyang looking at the vines all over the yard, Zhang's mother smiled and said, "Since you left, I have planted it. I didn't expect to look so good under careful care."

The climate of Shacheng is very hot during the day, and the temperature will drop suddenly at night, and you can see the exhalation.

It is with these grapes that there is no dust smell in the sand city in the yard, and there is no cold smell at night.

The furnishings at home have not changed much from five years ago. When I opened my bedroom, it was the same as before. A blue quilt was folded neatly, and the shoes underneath were spotless. This situation only happened when it was often cleaned up. Perhaps in these five years, the old man can only miss himself in this way.

The old man smiled and said, "I know you will come back, so I'm always ready for fear that you can't live when you come back."

"Mom..."

"Jianyang, are you hungry? Mom, I'll give you some noodles." Zhang's mother turned around and went out, quickly poured a little grease on a briquette, and opened the door of the briquette stove.

Zhang Jianyang quickly stopped and said, "Mom, I'm not hungry, where's Dad?"

Zhang's mother stopped her work and said happily, "Your father is about to get off work. If he sees you, he will definitely be happy."

Thinking of his father who works hard for the whole family, Zhang Jianyang has a feeling that he can't wait to see his father.

Just right away, Zhang Jianyang felt something was wrong and said, "Mom, didn't Dad work in Mingsha Company before? Why do you need to work the night shift now?" When Zhang Jianyang fled from Shacheng, his father was still an employee of Mingsha Company. Although his salary was not much, he could maintain the expenses of the whole family and was the economic pillar of the whole family.

In the past, Zhang Jianyang couldn't help his family at all. Instead, he broke his parents' hearts. Now that I think about it, he is really an asshole.

Zhang's mother had not answered Zhang Jianyang's question. Suddenly, there was a violent knock on the door outside the courtyard. A vicious voice shouted, "Open the door, open the door, open the door."

In an instant, Zhang's mother's face turned pale and said in a panic, "What should I do? These people are coming again."

Zhang Jianyang frowned and said in a low voice, "Mom, what's going on?"

"In those years, you hurt someone, and your father borrowed some usury in order to calm this matter..."

I didn't expect that the problem was still caused by him. Zhang Jianyang pressed his mother's shoulder and said, "Mom, leave everything to me and I'll solve it."

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