Chapter 322 Home

On the way home, it was Jiang Qilan who was driving.

Jiang Qiyun was sitting in the passenger seat. Dad and mom are sitting in the back row.

Jiang Qiyun put the word "mom" on the tip of his tongue and recited it silently twice.

The blood all over his body began to boil after a while.

It's mom!

Jiang Qiyun secretly turned his head to look at Ji Chengyue, who was sitting behind the driver's seat.

This woman who looks cool, awesome, and beautiful is my mother!

Mom's coolness is beyond his imagination!

Ji Chengyue's heart was filled with ups and downs and she was extremely excited.

It's just that she was used to suppressing her emotions and not showing them.

In this regard, Jiang Qilan is actually more like himself.

Ji Chengyue raised her head and looked at her eldest son in front of her. Jiang Qilan drove the car steadily, and the car weaved in and out of the traffic, fast and steady.

When he opened the door and saw himself, there was only a hint of surprise in his eyes, and he quickly calmed down.

He is a good man who can express his emotions freely and is strong and upright.

She then turned her attention to her youngest son in the passenger seat.

Jiang Qiyun, who was peeking, suddenly turned his head back.

Ji Chengyue chuckled: The youngest son is like a puppy that has just arrived at the owner's house. He is excited and curious, and he carefully hides his curiosity.

Both sons were raised well.

She took her husband's left hand and said softly: "Lao Jiang, you have worked hard these years."

Jiang Zhenguo didn't say anything. He grabbed his wife's right hand and brought it up to him to look at.

This is a pair of hands that have endured hardship.

Ji Chengyue's right hand has thick calluses ground with a scalpel, old scars from knife wounds, holes from shrapnel, and traces of long-term exposure to wind and sun.

However, Jiang Zhenguo felt that this was the most beautiful hand in the world.

These hands have saved so many lives and families;

It is also these hands that write many poignant comments on the current situation and deliver information on the battlefield in a timely manner, instead of allowing powerful countries to distort facts at will.

Thousands of people in the world have had the heroic dream of "traveling to the ends of the earth with a sword, drawing out a sword to help when there is injustice on the road, and saving lives and injuries."

But very few actually do it.

His wife is a chivalrous person.

Jiang Zhenguo touched his wife's hand gently, "It's not easy for everyone."

Jiang Qilan drove the car, listening to his parents chatting behind him. From the corner of his eye, he could see his younger brother turning his head and peeking thirty times a minute.

He is very happy.

He even wanted to share this happy emotion with Cheng Ling.

Then Jiang's father suddenly spoke: "Qilan, your car... it's very comfortable to sit in!"

Jiang Qiyun listened and immediately felt it with his heart: "It's true, brother, your little shabby car is actually more comfortable to sit in than my car that's several million dollars bigger!"

Jiang Qilan didn't explain, just said "Huh".

But the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

As the car sped along the highway, Ji Chengyue turned her head and looked at the tall buildings outside the window that quickly appeared and disappeared.

After returning to her homeland, Maple City has undergone earth-shaking changes, and she can hardly find any trace of it in her memory.

However, when the car stopped at Jiangzhai, the feeling of a wanderer returning home became stronger.

Jiang Zhai was almost the same as when he left.

There are cobblestone roads, stone pavilions and stone benches, pine and cypress trees, bamboos, and the chrysanthemums in the flower beds under the windows have stopped blooming.

At the end of the road, in front of the door of Jiang Zhai's house on the third floor, the old housekeeper looked at him with tears in his eyes.

Got home.

Ji Chengyue's eyes heated up.

Pushing open the door, you will see the familiar carpets, curtains, wooden furniture, bookshelves...

Try to keep her appearance as she left it as much as possible.

Afraid of feeling strange to her.

This family has been waiting for her return.

Jiang's father said: "Qilan, help your mother put the luggage in our bedroom, and then go to the kitchen to see how long it will take for the food to be ready."

Jiang Qilan responded, took his luggage and backpack, and strode upstairs.

"Qiyun, take your mother around and see your room."

Jiang Qiyun immediately took his mother's hand and led her to his room.

Jiang Qiyun wanted to get close to his mother, while Ji Chengyue wanted to get close to his son, but couldn't let go due to various concerns.

This kind of companionship cannot be left to Jiang Qilan.

This guy can't beat a fart with three sticks.

It might make my wife feel even more embarrassed.

“Mom, come on, let me show you the awards I have received since I was a child. There are singing competitions, speech competitions, as well as my student photos, graduation photos, and, yes, photos of college stage plays... …”

Jiang Qiyun was as excited as a seven-year-old child.

Ji Chengyue smiled broadly and followed her youngest son upstairs.

Father Jiang breathed a sigh of relief.

After many years, this family is finally complete.

Jiang Qilan placed his luggage in his parents' bedroom and listened to Jiang Qiyun's cheerful introduction outside the house.

He was not in a hurry to go out, but leaned against the wall and took out his mobile phone.

WeChat is quiet.

There is no information about Cheng Ling.

Maybe still auditioning. he thinks.

He clicked on Cheng Ling's dialog box.

[Lan: Got it. We just got home. 】

Cheng Ling replied instantly.

[Cheng Xiaoling: Are you crying? 】

[Lan: The housekeeper cried, but no one else cried. 】

[Cheng Xiaoling: The family is finally reunited. Stop chatting and go spend some time with her. 】

[Lan: I have something to tell you. I told Qiyun that it’s Yingge’s problem. He wants to ask you if you can reveal this to the teacher. 】

[Cheng Xiaoling: Oh, that teacher knew about it a long time ago. Didn't she tell Qiyun? ]

Jiang Qilan thought: No wonder Jiang Qiyun said Alexei was tight-lipped. He was really tight-lipped.

[Lan: No. I'm going to accompany them. I'll contact you later. ]

[Cheng Xiaoling: Okay. Go ahead. Waiting for your message. ]

Cheng Ling put down the phone and looked at the clothes in the closet.

Which one should I choose to meet Ji Chengyue?

She bet that within two hours, Jiang Qilan would call her and invite her to Jiang's house.