Pei Baoshan, who was brushing his teeth, stopped in disbelief and looked toward the doorway.
What did he just hear?
Pei Huai has co back?
This early in the morning, could it be that he didn’t sleep well and was hallucinating?
Before Pei Baoshan could continue doubting himself, the door was knocked again, "Pei Baoshan? Wang Cuilan! Your Pei Huai is back! Open the door!"
The voice was strong and real, resonating clearly in his ears.
Not a hallucination!
Pei Baoshan no longer hesitated and ran to the front door with his enal cup, clumsily opening it.
As soon as the door opened, he saw Pei Huai carrying two suitcases and walking over, accompanied by many curious villagers.
Originally in the kitchen, Wang Cuilan also rushed out, not even setting down the spatula in her hand, standing there dumbfounded in the courtyard.
Seeing their expressions, Pei Huai felt a pang of sourness in his heart.
It was his fault for not coming back for so long.
Before Pei Huai could say anything, Little Jing already shuffled over to Wang Cuilan’s side, looking up with a face full of curiosity, "Grandma, who’s back?"
The childish voice brought back Wang Cuilan’s attention.
Wang Cuilan blinked, and all her excitent, joy, and bitterness vanished.
Glancing at Pei Huai, who was still expressionless outside the door, Wang Cuilan spoke calmly, "Little Jing, it’s your father who’s back."
Upon hearing Wang Cuilan’s words, Pei Jing’s bright black eyes turned to Pei Huai, filled with curiosity and inquiry.
Father.
The word was still a bit foreign to little Pei Jing.
Since he beca aware, the children in the village all had fathers, but he didn’t.
But it didn’t matter.
Before, Grandpa, Grandma, Uncle, and Aunt all treated him well.
Later, Mother also treated him well.
It didn’t matter not having a father.
But now, Father was back.
Pei Jing blinked his big eyes, mist forming in them, and his eyes quickly reddened.
Pei Jing’s skin was fair, and when his eyes reddened, anyone could see it instantly.
When she saw Pei Jing’s eyes redden, filled with tears, Wang Cuilan’s heart broke, quickly crouching down to hug him, "What’s wrong, Little Jing? Don’t cry! Grandma made your favorite food, co on, let’s eat first, you need to go to school after eating!"
As she spoke, Wang Cuilan took Pei Jing’s hand and turned towards the kitchen.
At the door, Pei Baoshan had also cald down from his excitent, lifting his eyes to glance at Pei Huai before stepping back, "You’re back? Then co in, and close the door on your way in."
In a village like this, everyone knows everyone’s business.
These people ca over early in the morning with Pei Huai just to watch the commotion.
Family matters should be resolved behind closed doors, not beco public spectacles.
Pei Huai, being tall and long-legged, took two steps and entered the door.
Upon entering, he placed the two suitcases on the ground, turned around, nodded at the people outside, and closed the door.
With the door closed, all sight was blocked off.
The villagers outside, though disappointed, had no choice but to leave.
As they left, they couldn’t help but whisper among themselves.
"How many years has it been since Pei Huai ca back? It’s been four years, right!"
"Yeah! The kid is really heartless, leaving for four years, not caring about his parents, wife, or child."
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