Mr. Bao and his son: Only use Stankang for hair oil

Chapter 111
In the noisy train station, people gathered in a bustling manner.

At noon, the ticket station was full of people.

A mixed crowd of people gathered at the train station. They were talking, yelling, and shouting. There were noisy sounds everywhere. When people were gathered together, there was a somewhat unpleasant smell. .

It is indeed lively, but if you stay here for a long time, even in such a cold weather, it will feel a bit boring.

In the past 20 days, Lao Bao will be waiting for Bao Guowei to come back at this old train station.

Including the first day that Bao Guowei left - he thought that maybe Bao Guowei would leave and come back, although this possibility was very slim.

It seems that today is another disappointing day. It's time for dinner and it's time to go home.

Just when Lao Bao was about to leave as usual, he looked back at the train as if unwilling to do so.

But suddenly he saw two brothers, Wang Xiaowu and Wang Dachui, walking out of the train with their luggage, and then the servant Zhang Ergou, and finally...

"Guowei!"

When he saw Bao Guowei, Lao Bao's lips moved, but he didn't make a sound. He just read his name in his heart.

He wanted to shout something, but he was afraid that he had met the wrong person, that everything in front of him was an illusion created by himself and would disappear if he shouted.

"father!"

When Bao Guowei saw Lao Bao, he was the first to echo loudly. Then he squeezed through the crowd and trotted all the way to the platform.

The three servants carried heavy luggage and had difficulty moving in the crowd. Only those who hurried quickly could catch up with Bao Guowei.

Hearing this voice and clearly seeing his son's familiar face, Lao Bao finally confirmed that his son was really back.

Bao Guowei stood in front of Lao Bao, and the father and son met again.

Lao Bao looked at Bao Guowei. He had a lot to say and a lot to ask.

But now that we are meeting each other, I don’t know what to say, or where to start. It seems that nothing is appropriate.

Looking at his son, he finally said:

"go home."

It looked like Lao Bao hadn't spoken for a long time, and his voice was a little hoarse.

"There is an orange seller over there. Let me buy you some oranges first."

Seeing that Lao Bao's voice was a little hoarse, Bao Guowei thought that he was probably thirsty. As he spoke, he looked at a small vendor pushing a cart.

……

After 20 days, Bao Guowei finally returned to his home.

The courtyard is a golden lock of a wealthy family. Originally, it was not suitable for the Bao Guowei family to live here, but the Bao family is now considered a wealthy family, and it is worthy of this arrangement.

The courtyard of the small foreign-style building has been cleaned cleanly. There were some weeds originally, but now there are no weeds:
The original dirt road has disappeared, and has been paved with a very smooth layer of bluestone bricks, so naturally there are no weeds.

A walkway was built from the entrance of the courtyard to the foreign-style building, which was built with bricks and stones no more than five centimeters high.

Some rare plants are also arranged on both sides of the road, planted in clay pots.

The red, green, and yellow plants in the potted plants alternate with each other. It seems that they imitate the layout of Master Qin's house, and I am afraid it was made by Lao Bao.In addition, it seems that there are two more small black dogs at home, which are about one month old in size.

As soon as he opened the door, Bao Guowei saw two puppies fighting in the courtyard, seemingly fighting for the ownership of a small branch on the ground.

Seeing someone coming, the two puppies were frightened, yelled "chirp", and jumped away.

Lao Bao seemed to like these two dogs very much. He smiled and said:
"These two puppies were originally seen when I went to my hometown in the south of the city. They belonged to my next-door neighbor Lao Li. I saw that the house was too deserted, so I bought two of them."

Bao Guowei nodded. Lao Bao is old and has few people around him to talk to. It is normal to raise a few dogs to relieve his boredom.

The father and son walked into the house together again, followed by three servants without saying a word.

The layout in the foreign-style building was the same as before, and the living room was cleaned very clean by Xiaoxiu.

What is striking is that there are many objects piled up in the northwest corner, next to the sofa, and under the dining table, all stacked in square cardboard boxes.

These are the gifts that people have sent in recent days: Mr. Qin, Section Chief Gao, and the servants that Lao Bao once worked with, such as Hu Da, Aunt Wang, and the principal of Zhicheng Middle School.

Of course, there are also other people, including newspaper editors, some scholars and teachers, some local officials...

When Lao Bao looked at these gifts, he felt that they were a bit dreamlike and unreal. He introduced to Bao Guowei:

"These are all sent by others, and your husband and the principal of the foreign school came here a few days ago! They are all big shots!"

At this time, Aunt Li was cooking in the kitchen, and the room was filled with the aroma of meat. When she heard the sound of Lao Bao and Bao Guowei talking outside the house, she slapped the spatula in her hand.

Then she increased the fire on the stove and deliberately poured more oil into the pot. As soon as the oil hit the fire, it made a crackling sound. She waved the spatula vigorously, making it make a sound of gold and iron, so as to make the people outside The two knew that they were cooking by hand.

Xiaoxiu was cleaning her home at the moment. When she saw her young master coming, she didn't dare to speak for a moment. She pretended not to see him and wiped the dining table more seriously.

They all worked very hard, working harder than ever.

They know that their young master has made a big name and has been in the newspapers, so why can't he be considered a big name?
Many people throughout Suzhou City are talking about this matter. Sometimes when I go out to buy groceries, I can hear Bao Guowei's name from passers-by. This reputation is simply higher than that of the big shots in the city!

Indeed, in Suzhou, Bao Guowei is more famous.

After all, Bao Guowei was born in Suzhou. When people here knew that the ancestral home of this talented boy was actually in their own territory, they felt a little complacent and therefore were more interested in it than people in other places.

The stove in the living room was still on fire, keeping the back room warm. As soon as Zhang Ergou arrived home, he immediately resumed his work without saying anything and began to check the condition of the stove.

Two servants from the Wang family, Da Chui and Xiao Wu, asked Bao Guowei for a leave of absence.

They are also living people. They are not very young, only 16 years old. It is the first time they have left home so far and they have been separated from their families for so long. They also want to go home and see their parents.

Bao Guowei sat down on the sofa, feeling very comfortable.

"Guowei..."

Lao Bao looked at Bao Guowei lying on the sofa. He wanted to ask something, but he was afraid of disturbing Bao Guowei's rest.

Facing such a big shot who had already appeared in the newspaper, even though he was his own son, he did not dare to talk to him. After struggling for a long time, he only said:

"Guowei, let's have a meal."

For Lao Bao, nothing else matters. What matters is that his son is back, and it's time for dinner.

(End of this chapter)