After the breakup, I returned to the island and the sea became my golden fishing ground.

Chapter 170

He even called.

"Jiang Han, are you at the B&B? How about I take you diving?"

"Oh, I'm home."

"What, why didn't you tell me you were home?"

"Oh, I forgot because I was catching the boat." Jiang Han still wasn't used to Xin Gaoyang's familiar personality.

Jiang Han hung up the phone and started to play skits.

If he didn't want to take the 10,000 yuan, then he wouldn't take it. He couldn't force him to take it.

...

"You guys came so early. It's really hard for you. You must make my brother's house better."

Hey, isn't this my sister's voice?

"The teapot contains tea made from our own tea leaves. You can drink it when you're thirsty."

It was indeed my sister's voice.

Jiang Han rubbed his face. It was indeed him who asked his sister to keep an eye on him.

Who would have thought that she would come so early and be so dedicated.

Jiang Han put on a vest and went downstairs. Jiang Feng saw her brother at first sight.

"Ahan, are you back?"

"Yes, I came back last night."

Jiang Han pulled his sister aside, "You don't have to make tea, I have already paid them for tea and food. They will take care of these by themselves. Even if you come, just take a look."

He just wanted his sister not to always focus on Lingling and Wanwan.

He didn't want her to come here to do hard labor.

"Okay, okay, I won't make tea next time. Since you are back, I will go back. Those two children will be lazy if I don't keep an eye on them for a moment."

Jiang Han: "..."

Jiang Han wanted to say something, but Jiang Feng had already left on the battery car.

Jiang Han was speechless, his sister really couldn't rest for a moment.

Uncle Zhou came over, "Jiang Han, you also need to renovate the second floor. The overall framework of the first floor has been completed. I want to build the second floor as well, and then do a unified fine treatment."

"You guys finish the first floor first." Jiang Han did not agree immediately.

Old Zhou felt that Jiang Han was a little reluctant to finish the second floor, "You have to finish the second floor anyway."

"Let me think about it again."

Jiang Han returned to the room on the second floor, and there was still the sound of ding-dong-dong downstairs.

In fact, what Old Zhou said was right, it was indeed better to finish the whole thing. And he was not without a place to live.

He had the key to Zhang Haidai's place. He could live with Zhang Haidai at any time.

But there was always something in his heart that he couldn't let go.

He took out the drawings from the drawer. For the design of the second floor, he made two sets of drawings.

One was that the overall spatial structure of the second floor remained unchanged, and only some simple decoration was done.

The other was the same as the first floor, with some walls torn down and rebuilt. The overall spatial structure would change significantly.

From a rational point of view, he preferred the second decoration style.

But if he did this, his parents' room would no longer exist.

There was also a small box in his drawer, and he hadn't touched the key in the small box for a long time.

He took out the key and opened the door of his parents' room.

The furnishings in the room were still the same as when his parents were alive.

The bed had long been devoid of quilts, leaving only the bed board.

He lay on the bed board.

He had also discussed the renovation of the second floor with Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng just said, "I'm already married, and this house is yours. No matter what you decide, I support you. I believe my parents support you too."

Jiang Han was thinking about something, and he fell asleep again unconsciously even though he was not sleepy.

He suddenly returned to his childhood.

He went home from school, and because he was too thirsty, he drank several gulps of water from the faucet.

His mother chased him with a bamboo broom, "You stinky boy, you came back so late, did you go out to play after school?"

His mother was about to hit him with a broom.

His sister ran out to protect him, "Mom, your brother is so old, don't hit him."

His father sat at the eight-immortal table and watched. He didn't help anyone, but just watched them quarrel with a smile on his face.

The scene changed, and he grew up.

Mom was eating a plate of clams, and Dad was drinking tea from a teacup.

Jiang Han didn't know why, he could clearly feel that he was in a dream.

But the dad and mom in front of him were so real.

Jiang Han thought about it and asked them, "Dad, Mom, the house has started to be renovated. Do you think I should remove your room?"

Mom continued to eat clams slowly, "Do you think it's better to remove it or not?"

"From the perspective of decoration alone, of course it's better to remove it."

But he missed them very much.

If their rooms were gone, he would have one less place to miss them.

Dad didn't say anything.

Mom tookStaring at him, "You kid, how come you have only grown taller but not smarter in all these years?"

Jiang Han: "..."

"Both of us are dead, what are you still missing?"

Jiang Han: "..."

Father finally spoke: "Ah Han, the living are the most important."

The dream disappeared, and Jiang Han woke up from it.

Jiang Han's head was still buzzing.

He just felt...

This bed seems to be a little shaky.

Did my parents sleep with their heads swaying like this before?

Jiang Han got off the bed and checked the foot of the bed.

Maybe this bed was originally uneven, and there was already a piece of paper under the foot of the bed.

But now, he felt that the paper seemed to be raised.

He pulled the paper folded into a small square out from the foot of the bed.

There seemed to be words on it.

Out of curiosity, he opened the paper.

The paper had turned yellow.

It turned out to be a handwritten [Household Land Approval].

The head of the household clearly wrote his father's name.

There was also the signature of the previous village chief on it.

Jiang Han was stunned.

This is...

The legacy left to him by his parents?

It's just such a big thing, he hasn't heard his parents talk about it.

Is he too young to have no impression at all?

Jiang Han thought he had to ask his sister about this matter, so he rode his electric bike to his sister's house.

Jiang Feng looked at this old paper with a confused look on her face.

"Sister, think about it again. Don't you have any impression at all?"

Jiang Feng is several years older than Jiang Han. If even Jiang Feng doesn't know, then how did this paper come from?

Jiang Feng tried hard to recall the past.

After her parents left, she tried hard to force herself not to recall the past, just to keep looking forward.

She thought she had forgotten everything.

Now, the scenes of the past appeared in her mind, so clear.

"It seems to be true."

"At that time, my uncle's family was going to build a house, and my father said that after my uncle's house was completed, our family would also build a house."

"Later, my father fell and died, and my mother never mentioned this matter again. Later, my mother also died of illness."

Jiang Han looked at the time when the homestead was approved, which was two months before his father passed away.