Huamin Village is the wealthiest village in China, known as "the first village in the world".
The villagers made their fortunes in the 1980s by relying on the textile industry to take the road of industrial prosperity.
Today, every household has built a large villa.
There are star-rated hotels, small parks, pastoral squares, cinemas, swimming pools, etc. in the village. The supporting facilities are no less than that of big cities, which can be said to be very domineering.
There are less than 1,000 households in Huamin Village, but the village-level group enterprise, Jifang Group, has tens of thousands of migrant workers.
This Jifang Group was founded by Ji Wanli, a well-known local farmer entrepreneur.
Ji Wanli is Ji Yan's father.
Ji Yan took a taxi home, shuttled between the villages where the villas stood, and saw that the village road outside the window was full of vehicles, and there were many luxury cars.
In the end, the taxi stopped in front of the Ji family's three-story villa, which is the deepest in the village.
The outside of the iron gate of Ji's courtyard was cleaned up, and eight pots of orange potted plants were neatly arranged on both sides, and the oranges were red and hot.
Large red lanterns are hung on both sides of the gate, fluttering in the wind, against the backdrop of the red Spring Festival couplets that bid farewell to the old and welcome the new, full of festive New Year flavor.
Ji Yan bowed his head and paid with WeChat, thanked the taxi driver, and came down with his luggage on one shoulder.
He was familiar with the road, and he didn't stay in front of the door, but walked in directly.
Entering the main gate, there is a small garden path first, and on the right is a large luxury car shed, where his father Ji Wanli's clean and well-oiled black Mercedes is parked.
Probably all the employees in the family went back to their hometown for the new year, so there were no people in the compound.
Only when he was walking towards the entrance of the big villa, he saw a man with gray temples and a slightly fat figure, who was crawling on a plastic stool, reaching above the door, and sticking to the couplet.
When Ji Yan saw it, he hurried over.
"Dad, how can you climb this high by yourself? Let me do it."
As Ji Yan said, he ran up to him, threw the bag on his shoulder on the ground, and hurriedly helped Ji Wanli get down from the stool.
Although Ji Wanli is in his early sixties, his body is still flexible.
When Ji Yan arrived suddenly, he lowered his head and glanced at it, and said slowly and unsurprisingly, "If I don't come by myself, am I waiting for you? Waiting until the end of time? Flowers bloom and wither?"
Although Ji Wanli's tone was calm, it was full of reprimands and complaints.
Thanks to Ji Yan's solid background, he was used to bypassing Sharp, "I mean, you can ask the driver, Lao Zhang, to help."
"It's thirty today, old Zhang doesn't have to go home for the New Year? Why are you still here?"
Just as the father and son said a few words, they heard the crisp voice of Ji Yan's mother Fang Lan shouting in the house, "Yanyan? Yanyan is back?"
Following the voice, Fang Lanxing walked quickly from the room.
Although Fang Lan is not a few years younger than Ji Wanli, she has a cheerful personality and is well maintained.
With black perm hair, a happy smile between his brows and eyes, and shrewd eyes shining, he looks no different from an intellectual white-collar worker in his forties.
"Mom, I'm back."
Seeing Ji Yan, Fang Lan was not as calm as Ji Wanli, showing joy and anger, interpreting that people are in good spirits when they are happy.
"That's great, come on, help your dad, he's going to grow up soon, and there are a lot of climbing tasks in the kitchen that no one is doing, it's up to you, son."
"Why, did Aunt Mei return to her hometown to celebrate the New Year this year?"
"Yes, yes, Aunt Mei and Lao Zhang have both gone home, and we are the only ones left. If you don't come back, we two empty nesters will have to pick up some eggs to hatch."
Fang Lanyang laughed and teased.
After hearing this, Ji Yan rolled his eyes at his mischievous mother and turned back, "Mom, can you save yourself? That bastard Yu Fei also came home this year. There is no other way but to let my own son come back to accompany me. You guys."
"Tsk!" Fang Lan slapped Ji Yan in disgust, "How do you say that? If you weren't narrow-minded and disagreed, the two of us would have recognized Yu Fei as godson."
"Where do I disagree? It's because you are afraid of recognizing your godson, and you really lost my real son. Besides, what is the difference between me and someone who is not my own? Sometimes I wonder if I picked it up?"
"Hehe" Fang Lan sneered, "Then you have to reflect on it."
The mother and son talked speculatively, with unruly personalities, and exchanged a few words.
Fang Lan urged again, "Hurry up, go up and write a few couplets.bsp; "Hey, Ji Yan, you are from 1992, so you will be 27 years old this year?"
"Ah, haha¡¡"
Laughing, Ji Yan nodded, very enthusiastically.
"However, according to the calculation of my hometown, the imaginary age is 28."
He is obviously not yet full, but he is only 26.5 years old, yet another year has been added to him inexplicably.
"Are you talking about a girlfriend? It doesn't matter even if your career is half full. After all, Jifang Group is your backstage."
It's over, it's over.
After the career and school work are over, a new round of cruel drama begins.
Ji Yan felt cold sweat protruding from his forehead.
Fang Lan on the side was still refreshed, kept silent, and was secretly holding back a smirk!
"That's right, young people nowadays are half-hearted when it comes to love, and they can't bear a little grievance. There is no way to get along like this, and they will grow old in vain."
The topic of career and study is pursued in a way that is dominated by men and supplemented by women.
As for the topic of love and marriage, another wave of crusaders came up, with women as the main and men as the assistant.
"Yeah, Ji Yan, 28 years old is really not young. Old men and young men will be left behind. You want to fall in love with the purpose of getting married and develop a stable relationship. Look at your parents It's not easy for them to give birth to you in their 30s or 40s, and now everyone of the same age has grandchildren, you have to have a plan."
"Hey, look at Ji Min."
Everyone's eyes fell on Ji Yan's cousin who was holding a three or four-year-old girl in his arms, "Ji Min was born in 1993, one year younger than you, and he has a second child this year, one boy and one girl, how many?" good¡¡"
? On the subject of getting married and having children, everyone talked about it again and again.
At this moment, Ji Yan was sitting on pins and needles, wishing he could wipe his neck, and it would be over once and for all.
Helpless, from the Zong Banquet at noon until the afternoon, basically 70% of the topics fell on him, chattering endlessly.
What can he do? Whether it is an elder or a brother or sister, as a person who does not participate in the family business, it would be good if he has the face to come back.
How dare you disagree in public?
It's just that, from the few hours after returning home, seeing the bustling and lively scene in front of him, he actually has distant concerns in his heart.
Although Wan Fu pointed at the noisy banquet, he had a thick skin, and what he felt from another angle was the fireworks of the common people.
At least, there are so many people who care about how old you are, whether you are married, and whether your career can go smoothly?
It's all care without malice.
This is exactly what one person gets in return after a whole year of hard work.
Just, who will care about her?
She said that she will not go home this year, nor have she called her family, which shows how lonely she is.
On the day of New Year's Eve, she could only be alone in a strange house, looking out the window, living a cold and lonely desolate year.
The more he thought about this, the more anxious Ji Yan became.
Taking advantage of the fact that everyone had something to say, he quietly took out his mobile phone from his pocket.
It's almost two o'clock at this time, and there are still a few hours before New Year's Eve.
With his heart moving, he searched for the flight information of the day.
Coincidentally, the last flight from Jiang city to Beijing today is at 4:30.
It's just that it's only two hours away, even if he wants to, can he make it?
He listened to the noisy aunts, uncles and uncles in his ears, but he kept his head down and played with his mobile phone absent-mindedly.
Finally, around two o'clock, everyone finally broke up.
Ji Wanli and Fang Lan cleaned up the dishes, while Ji Yan helped tidy up the tables and stools.
Ji Wanli explained, "Ji Yan, pack up these things, and you should tidy yourself up and dress nicely. Let's go to your uncle's house for dinner tonight."
"Huh? Do you still eat?" A burst of sorrow hit him, and he didn't want to be judged again.
"Can I not go then? On New Year's Eve, after dinner, I have to go to each house one by one to pay New Year's greetings."
Wow, Ji Yan only felt an illusion of showing his head to the public, being carried around by his own father.
But isn't that what Chinese New Year is all about? Even if the customs are cumbersome, you have to do as the Romans do when you come home.
Fang Lan had already discovered Ji Yan's patience, but she just kept silent.
Taking advantage of the great opportunity, he even took the opportunity to taunt him, "Also, have you prepared all the red envelopes for the juniors? You are a working person, and you return to your hometown all year round, so you can't give the children a big gift in a glorious way." Red envelope?"
"Ah, yes there is." Ji Yan said and looked into the house, "Mom, you look down on me too much, I have prepared brand new cash, you can lend me some red envelopes later. Oh no, I have all the money Here you go, figure it out."
It seems that not only did he come back in person, but he also came back with a heart, so he wouldn't be so heartless.
Only then did Fang Lan spare him, "It's fine, as long as it's your own ability, Mom won't find fault with you."
Although the judgments of relatives in the family are direct and brutal, they generally do not hurt when they fall on the shoulders.
However, Ji Yan knew that blood was thicker than water in the face of his parents, and there were some responsibilities and obligations, even if time cooled, they still couldn't resolve the crux.
The family business, his business.
These two things have always been difficult to coordinate between him and his parents.
Every year of escape will only increase the burden of the next year.
There is more than enough every year, and the rest is the parent-child relationship that he and his family have been unable to negotiate. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)?, "Mom, you look down on me too much. I have prepared brand new cash. You can lend me a little red envelope later. Oh no, I will give you all the money, you can figure it out."
It seems that not only did he come back in person, but he also came back with a heart, so he wouldn't be so heartless.
Only then did Fang Lan spare him, "It's fine, as long as it's your own ability, Mom won't find fault with you."
Although the judgments of relatives in the family are direct and brutal, they generally do not hurt when they fall on the shoulders.
However, Ji Yan knew that blood was thicker than water in the face of his parents, and there were some responsibilities and obligations, even if time cooled, they still couldn't resolve the crux.
The family business, his business.
These two things have always been difficult to coordinate between him and his parents.
Every year of escape will only increase the burden of the next year.
There is more than enough every year, and the rest is the parent-child relationship that he and his family have been unable to negotiate. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com