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Chapter 19 Railway Station

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    "Hello, Boss Zhang." Xu Yuanjun walked in with a haha.

    Zhang Hua raised his eyebrows, not understanding what this person meant.

    "Are those two police officers yesterday your friends?"

    Possibly influenced by Li Xun's words, Zhang Hua felt that Xu Yuanjun's face had become less honest than before, and even felt that his current words and deeds seemed to be a guilty conscience, so he replied lightly: "One of them is my high school classmate."

    "Thanks to them yesterday."

    Seeing that Xu Yuanjun was talking nonsense, Zhang Hua also practiced Taijiquan, "If you eat this bowl of rice, why should you be a policeman regardless of these things?"

    Xu Yuanjun said some miscellaneous nonsense again. It was nothing more than that the business was not easy to do, and those gangsters were so hateful. Seeing that Zhang Hua lacked interest, he left embarrassingly after a while.

    "Xiao Huang, come here." Zhang Hua called Xiao Huang to him and told him in a low voice, "You heard what Li Xun said yesterday, so don't pass it on to others. No matter what he said is true or not, anyway, Xu Yuanjun and those little  You can't make sense of the gangsters, you should pay attention in the future, don't get too close to the people in the tobacco shop."

    Seeing Xiao Huang's expression was not hesitant, Zhang Hua stopped talking at the right time.  People are really complicated animals. Only you know your true inner thoughts, and outsiders will never be able to see through them.

    The railway station is always one of the public places where people gather the most.  The fountain in the center of the square spewed out water columns, and the water droplets scattered in the mid-air were illuminated by the sun, like smoke and mist, and colorful.  Cars, taxis, and buses come and go one after another as if they were exhibiting in the square.  On the lawn, some people gathered around to play poker, some leaned against the trees and closed their eyes to rest, some sat and chatted together in small groups, and there were couples of lovers hugging each other and whispering as if no one was watching.  The steps of the waiting hall are crowded with students or migrant workers or staff on business trips to other places.  The faces with different expressions convey all kinds of emotions, calm, smiling, depressed, numb

    Zhang Hua walked through the crowd to the exit. Today his parents are coming back from Yan'an.

    People looked around the guardrail, looking at their watches from time to time to calculate the arrival time of the train. Some people were tired of waiting and sat on the guardrails on both sides impatiently.  The announcement at the station began to announce that "Train xx has entered the station", and people stood up and surrounded the guardrail one after another, stretching their necks to look inside.  Time seems to be deliberately against everyone, and there is no one in the passageway out of the station for a long time.  Someone began to complain, "Why haven't you come out yet?"  Some waved their hands, some shouted, and people both outside and inside the guardrail couldn't help smiling.  It is a kind of joy of seeing relatives and friends, and it is a kind of joy of wandering back home.

    Zhang Hua took his mother's package and reached for his father's luggage.

    Zhang Weitao coughed and waved his hands to signal that he didn't need it.

    Xie Yunfang stopped her daughter, "Wait for your dad to get it, there are many things and they are very heavy."

    "Is Dad sick?"

    Xie Yunfang complained in a caring tone: "Yes, Yan'an is very cold. This old man told him to wear more, but he didn't listen. I bought a jacket in Yan'an and he didn't wear it. He knew he couldn't bear it.  Han, still running there."

    Zhang Hua asked nervously, "Dad, is there anything uncomfortable?"

    Zhang Weitao cracked a smile on his sullen face, "It's nothing, just a little cold."

    The three returned home talking and laughing, and Xie Yunfang took out the big and small bags from the luggage.

    Zhang Hua saw that they were basically local products from Shaanxi, "Mom, where can you finish all the things you bought?"

    "You child, you only know yourself. These are given away. My sisters, your father's friends, so many people are afraid that there will not be enough."

    "Oh." Zhang Hua replied embarrassingly. My mother just likes to do things that cost her face and suffer. So many things are not afraid of exhausting herself.

    Zhang Weitao had already changed into his home clothes and came out of the bedroom. Zhang Hua greeted him and said, "Dad, drink water. I'll find you some cold medicine later."

    Zhang Weitao took the water glass, "I already ate in the car, how are you doing these few days?"

    When Zhang Weitao was young, he was often away from home due to work. Later, Zhang Hua left home to study in a foreign university.  It wasn't until Zhang Weitao retired and stayed at home, and Zhang Hua returned to the flower shop after graduating from university, that father and daughter really lived together, so Zhang Hua's affection for his father was not as deep as that of his mother.  Hearing her father's concern at this moment, she felt a strange feeling of being uncomfortable but moved, "It's okay."

    Xie Yunfang put down her things and saw her daughter yelling, "Oh, what did you eat outside?, all pale and thin.  "

    Zhang Hua laughed loudly, "Mom, if you don't know how to use idioms, don't use them indiscriminately. In just a few days, I have become pale and emaciated. It's not that exaggerated."

    "You see that your complexion is very bad, you must not take good care of yourself. Old man, do you think your daughter has lost weight?"

    Zhang Weitao looked at his daughter and nodded, "Just lost weight."

    Zhang Hua is speechless, and has nothing to say to the old couple. No matter how old he is, in the eyes of his parents, he will always be the child who can't take care of himself.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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