Picking Up Fragments

"Little brat! Why are you back?" Jiang's father dropped the seedlings in his hands and hurried ashore.

Jiang Siming smiled and said, "I'm just back for the holidays to see you guys, Dad. Get in the car, I'll take you for a ride!"

"Did you buy this car?" Jiang's father was shocked.

"That's right!"

"You better be honest with me, don't try to fool me," Jiang's father said skeptically.

Jiang Siming chuckled, "Dad, trust me, have I ever lied to you since I was little?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang's father realized that Jiang Siming had never lied to them before, so his son probably wouldn't make up such a big thing.

"Are you making money? Did you sell a few houses?" Jiang's father's face lit up with joy.

"I didn't sell any houses. I'm doing something else now. I'll tell you the details when we get home tonight. It's too troublesome to explain one by one here. Get in the car, Dad," Jiang Siming said.

Jiang's father really wanted to get in the car and experience it, but he looked at his clothes and his muddy feet, shook his head, and said, "I'll walk back."

"Just get in, it's not a big deal," Jiang Siming urged.

Jiang's father, feeling helpless, went to the nearby stream to wash his feet carefully before cautiously getting into the car.

"It's so cool in here! Son, how much did this car cost?" The air conditioning in the car made Jiang's father feel extremely comfortable.

"Not much, just over two million," Jiang Siming replied nonchalantly.

"What!" Jiang's father was immediately taken aback, his voice louder than the music playing in the car.

"It's okay, Dad. Your son is making big money now. This car is for you," Jiang Siming quickly reached over and patted his father's back.

"What!" Jiang's father exclaimed again.

Jiang Siming couldn't help but laugh bitterly and said, "I have a car in Shanghai. This one is for you."

"But you shouldn't buy such an expensive car. Two million, you could buy ten of Big Fat Jia's BMWs. His is only over two hundred thousand!" Jiang's father's expression turned into one of scolding a prodigal son.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Do you want it then? If not, I'll drive back. Anyway, I can switch between the two cars," Jiang Siming knew his old man too well.

"You have two cars? Keep them at home then. I'll take care of them for you," Jiang's father immediately changed his tone.

Jiang Siming chuckled and thought, like father, like son.

"This car is bought for me, so let me drive it," Jiang's father felt an itch in his hands.

Jiang Siming decisively stopped the car, and the two switched positions.

Jiang's father, with over a decade of driving experience, drove steadily, but it was his first time driving an automatic transmission. However, he quickly got the hang of it after a few tries.

As the car went faster, Jiang's father's smile grew wider and wider.

Jiang Siming handed him a pair of sunglasses, and with the upbeat music playing in the car, Jiang's father couldn't help but start shaking his body, getting excited.

"Dad, you're going the wrong way, this isn't the way home."

Jiang's father explained confidently, "I'm just driving the new car around a bit more to get used to it!"

"Okay." Jiang Siming reclined his seat, crossed his arms, and leaned back, enjoying the show his old man was putting on.

Jiang's father drove around the town for several laps, stopping to chat with people. When asked, he proudly said that his son bought him this car, it didn't cost much, just over two million.

This surprised everyone, and satisfied, Jiang's father said he was going home, then went to find another neighbor to boast to.

Jiang Siming accompanied him in the car for nearly an hour before Jiang's father finally had enough fun and drove back home.

Jiang Siming's house was a three-story building with a flat roof, quite an old-fashioned house. It used to be the ancestral home, but Jiang's father had it renovated when he got married over twenty years ago.

However, because of this house, there had been some conflicts among the relatives. It was Jiang's father's elder brother, Jiang Siming's uncle, who had been somewhat dissatisfied because their grandfather had favored his younger brother by giving him the ancestral home.

Although Jiang's father was fair, he still wrote an IOU promising to compensate his elder brother with fifty thousand yuan, just to stop the bickering.

But because this money had never been paid, his elder brother's family had always been resentful. It wasn't that Jiang's father didn't want to pay, he had already given more than twenty thousand yuan in installments, but he couldn't come up with the rest of the money.

Between raising Jiang Siming and Jiang Wannian and taking care of their grandparents over the years, Jiang's father sometimes had trouble even affording a cold medicine when they caught a cold.

The three-story flat-roofed building had a large courtyard outside. After all, in the countryside, if you had money, you could build whatever you wanted.

In the courtyard, Jiang's mother was sitting on a chair, shucking corn with Jiang's grandmother. Explore hidden tales at empire

Jiang's father and Jiang Siming, in sync, honked the horn.

Jiang's mother paused, immediately recognizing Jiang's father, surprised and angry, she yelled, "Jiang Shaoqing! Are you out of your mind? How dare you borrow someone else's car to drive around? If you damage it, what will you use to compensate!"

Jiang's father, upon hearing this, took off his sunglasses, his gaze sharp, and said, "Who told you this is someone else's car? This is my car!"

"Your car? Are you dreaming? Did you lose your mind working in the field?" Jiang's mother's words were even sharper.

"What nonsense! This is a car my son bought for me!" Jiang's father's lips curled, quite proud, just like Jiang Guoqiao.

"Son?" Only then did Jiang's mother notice there was another person in the passenger seat. She fixed her eyes on him and, the anger on her face instantly turning into a gentle smile, she exclaimed, "My precious son! Why did you come back?"

Jiang's grandmother also walked over, her face full of kindness, "My good grandson is back! Are you hungry? Have you been sitting in the car all day? Grandma will make you something delicious to eat."

Jiang Siming got out of the car, hugged his mom first, and then his grandmother.

"I'm not hungry yet. There's plenty to eat in the car. Grandma, Mom, I just missed you. I came back to see you during the holidays."

As Jiang Siming said this, his eyes moistened slightly.

His family had always been his motivation to strive outside. Despite being poor, they were extremely happy. His parents, grandparents, they all loved him immensely.

He remembered when he used to do poorly, not returning home for three years. Every time his grandmother and mother called to ask if he was coming back this year, they always got the same answer - he wouldn't be able to.

Although his grandmother and mother always said it was okay and asked him to take care and not work too hard, Jiang Siming knew they were very sad.

So Jiang Siming wanted to come home so badly, not just to return in glory, but more importantly, to see his family.

His father and grandfather were straightforward men, so Jiang Siming didn't feel much from their words.

But his grandmother and mother's voices were always gentle and full of love, and just hearing them made Jiang Siming easily tear up.