Age: My Small World

Yang Jun stepped forward and knocked on the door of a house.

"coming."

A response came from inside the house shortly afterward, but the voice sounded rather old, probably an elderly person.

Sure enough, when the door was opened, an old woman was looking at the group of four in the doorway with some doubt.

Yang Jun was somewhat surprised at first glance.

The old woman's attire was anything but ordinary; her clothes appeared to be a uniform from some organization, albeit altered several times and faded from washing. This only surprised him further, suggesting that the old woman's identity was indeed extraordinary.

"Hello, ma'am, is this Lin Shuqin's home?"

"Do you know my daughter?"

The old man asked, somewhat puzzled.

But then she thought of something, her gaze returned to Yang Jun's face, and she couldn't help but nod: "He does look somewhat like him."

"Grandpa, Lin Shuqin is my aunt. I read the letter she sent, so I came to pay a visit and also to inquire about my uncle."

Yang Jun replied neither humbly nor arrogantly.

The old man was even more pleased with this and nodded, saying, "Alright, come in and sit down."

Upon entering the courtyard, the furnishings were even more surprising, as the area was filled with flowers and plants, and even in autumn, the air was still filled with their fragrance.

“These were all planted by my daughter; she loves these flowers and plants.”

The old woman spoke with a look of doting affection on her face, as if her daughter were still a baby in her arms, babbling and learning to speak.

Perhaps in the eyes of parents, their children are still children no matter what age they are.

Yang Jun already had a general impression of this aunt in his mind: an elegant lady who loved flowers and plants.

However, after actually meeting his aunt, he immediately overturned these ideas.

In Yang Jun's eyes, there was a middle-aged woman knitting clothes. She looked rather frail, but she was quite serious and practical with every stitch. Moreover, judging from the marks on her fingers, he knew that this was not something she did occasionally, but rather something she had been doing for a long time.

"Shuqin, Kaizhu's family has arrived."

After the old man spoke, the frail middle-aged woman finally raised her head, saw the group of people, and immediately stood up.

Especially when it comes to Li Xiaohua.

"You must be my sister-in-law, please sit down, please sit down."

She quickly greeted them.

After a while, and after a basic introduction, everyone had a general understanding of the situation.

Yang Kaizhu did not move to the capital. To be precise, this is still Lin Shuqin's home. She and Yang Kaizhu used to live in the southwest, where the conditions were much worse, which made it even more difficult for Lin Shuqin to get proper care.

Moreover, after getting married, she couldn't ask her parents for anything, which led to the couple living in poverty.

The main problem was that Yang Kaizhu often had to participate in patrols, where conditions were extremely harsh. He was easily poisoned by miasma and it was common for him to fall ill. He basically used all of his salary to pay for medical treatment.

Yang Jun was quite respectful after hearing this. Even though his uncle hadn't come back to visit them, it didn't concern him much, especially since his uncle had his reasons.

In addition, my uncle is often away from home and has no time to do these things, so it can be said that he has not let anyone down.

"His father originally wanted Kaizhu to come to Beijing to work, but the boy was too stubborn and unwilling to move. There was nothing that could be done. Who knew he would leave us so young?"

Yang Jun remained silent.

It's normal for an elderly person to want their daughter and son-in-law to work closer together, but Yang Kaizhu's spirit is also quite admirable.

It is because of his spirit of protection that people in other places are able to enjoy peaceful lives.

In places unseen by others, there are always people who bear the burden for everyone.

Aunt, how are you feeling?

Yang Jun couldn't help but ask.

"Hehe, I'm fine, there's nothing serious, it's just a chronic illness I had when I was a child."

An elderly woman standing nearby added, "Conditions were too harsh back then. We were always hungry and poorly clothed. How could we possibly take good care of our health?"

The aunt was in her forties, and her childhood was a rather chaotic time; she hadn't had many easy days. Yang Jun didn't ask any further questions, but he was thinking about whether he could help the aunt recover. He had brought a jar of honey, which might be enough for her to get better.

After all, they are relatives, and my aunt is indeed a good person, so it's only right to lend a hand.

"You must be Xiao Jun, right? You look quite spirited and handsome."

Yang Jun's aunt was full of praise for him.

"Auntie, you flatter me too much."

Yang Jun felt a little embarrassed.

After a while, a sound came from outside the courtyard gate.

"It must be her dad who's back. The old man wants to see Yang Jun too. You two should have a good chat later."

As they were talking, an elderly man with a somewhat aloof expression walked in.

He had his hands behind his back and was wearing a well-fitting Zhongshan suit.

"Yang Jun?"

The elderly man, Yang Jun, spoke frankly.

Yang Jun nodded in agreement: "Hello, sir."

"Well, come to the study with me and let's talk."

The old man was quite decisive; he said this and walked to another room with his hands behind his back.

Judging from what he said, there was even a study room specially set up in the house, so it was indeed quite spacious.

Yang Jun raised an eyebrow.

"Xiao Jun, my dad means no harm. Why don't you go with him and take a look? If things don't work out, just tell me later. I won't make things difficult for you."

The eldest aunt spoke, her words showing a rather understanding nature.

With her words, Yang Jun had no more questions and followed the old woman out.

Before long, the two arrived at a room filled with books, and there was a long table with all the traditional writing implements on it.

"sit."

The old man sat behind the table, clearly in his usual spot.

The two sat opposite each other.

The old man then asked, "Do you know why I called you here?"

Yang Jun quickly waved his hand: "I don't know what you want to say, but my family and I came here this time to visit my aunt, that's all."

Yang Jun was not surprised, but pressed for an answer:

"Oh? I heard you just started working?"

"Yes, I currently work at a museum."

"Wu Shaoyou's men? That's a bit troublesome."

The old man frowned.

"Sir, I still don't know how to address you."

Yang Jun was somewhat speechless. It seemed that the old man wanted to use his connections to transfer him to another job, but he already had many mentors and his current job was quite good. He had no intention of changing positions in the short term.

So the old man's plan is likely to fall through.

"I am Lin Botao."

The old man stroked his beard and said.

Yang Jun was immediately startled; he seemed to have heard the name somewhere before.

Wow, this old man is quite the expert! (End of Chapter)