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Outside the window, the sun finally jumped out of the horizon.

The golden-red sunlight flooded in overwhelmingly, dyeing the entire room a warm color.

The loudspeaker in the distance is still playing songs, and the singing is loud and high-spirited, as if it wants to sing out the hope of the entire 1980s.

"Our hometown is in the field of hope~"

“Smoke is floating on the newly built houses~”

“The river flows beside the beautiful village~”

Lin Guoqiang stood in the sun, against the light, like a silent sculpture.

He knew that today would be the day that changed everything.

Because today, Li Hongxia will come to "borrow" the three hundred yuan.

And this time, he will give a completely different answer.

Sure enough, just after breakfast, Li Hongxia came.

She was wearing a blue cloth gown that had been washed white, and her hair was combed meticulously, with a bun on the back of her head and a silver hairpin.

On her feet were a pair of black cloth shoes, with some mud stains on the uppers. It was obvious that they had walked all the way from the old house.

As soon as she entered the door, she glanced at the cabinet in the corner.

That look in Lin Guoqiang’s eyes was too familiar.

In the last life, after this look, she would sit down and chat about home affairs for a while.

Then the conversation changed to the money.

After a set of combined punches, the movements flow smoothly and there is no leakage.

She knows her second son too well.

Lin Guoqiang has been easy to talk to since he was a child, and he has a soft ear. He hates to hear other people talk to him about "difficulties".

As soon as you say "it's difficult at home" and "it's not easy for your eldest brother", he will soften his heart, nod his head, and pay for it.

She has been using this method for twenty years and has tried it every time.

But this time...

"Guoqiang, have you eaten?"

Li Hongxia sat down on the edge of the Kang with a smile on her face.

"Just eating."

Lin Guoqiang sat at the table, with a bowl of cornmeal batter and half a piece of pickle dumplings in front of him.

Zhao Sumei was busy at the stove, and her two daughters were eating at the small table.

The eldest daughter Lin Jing was holding a bowl and feeding her younger sister Lin Wei rice cereal bit by bit with a spoon.

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