Age: My Small World

"Brother Xiaoshan?"

In the middle courtyard, Xiaoyuer, who was staring at the bride, seemed to sense something and her eyes fell on Yang Jun in the crowd behind her. Her eyes lit up immediately.

"Hehe, Little Fish, you've come to help too! Who's getting married today?"

Yang Jun naturally walked over to Xiaoyuer's side, carefully patted the dust off her arms, and asked.

Xiaoyuer, however, only had him in her heart at that moment, and had no intention of answering at all. Her eyes instantly became a little red, and the longing she had felt for him after two months of separation made it almost impossible for her to remain composed.

"Alright, alright, I'm back now. We can talk about it when we get back." He gently stroked her cheek to comfort her.

After much coaxing, the girl finally stopped crying and started smiling again, her face beaming with joy.

After a while, the old lady also spotted Yang Jun and quickly brought her grandson over.

It was another moment of relief and joy at returning home after a long separation.

After helping our neighbor with their big celebration, we finished dinner very late and then carried the tables, chairs, and benches home together.

The joy of family reunion is naturally delightful, but it also makes Yang Jun realize the separations and reunions that come with frequent trips. This is true for Xiaoyuer, and probably even more so for Jiang Xueying and Gu Nanke, not to mention that he and Wei Ran rarely see each other.

Thinking of all this, Yang Jun couldn't help but take a deep breath.

In the blink of an eye, he has been with the office for several years and has done a lot of work for the office. Thinking about it carefully, it is time for him to retire and not have to be at the forefront of everything.

Although things have been rather chaotic in recent years, the situation is under control. Yang Jun is confident that he can maintain a good pace in his life. What he needs next is a truly peaceful life.

"Perhaps it's time to say goodbye to these days of gathering and parting."

With the birth of his children, his attachment to his family grew stronger.

The following day, when he came to the office to write his report, he told Director Zhu Yongzhi his thoughts directly.

Zhu Yong was not surprised to hear his words.

He sat quietly in his chair, took out a Xuanhemen cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag. He never smoked in the office normally.

"Actually, I didn't want to disturb your life, unless this time it was really troublesome."

"Don't worry, you can just focus on your work at the museum from now on. I will absolutely not let anyone bother you at the office unless it's absolutely necessary."

He tapped his fingers on the table: "As for your identity, it's best to keep it in the office. You probably understand the current situation. Keeping this identity will make things easier for you. Otherwise, if you want to go to Hong Kong again next time, I won't have an excuse to help you."

As he spoke, Old Zhu smiled, feeling relieved.

"By the way, if there's a chance in the future, let's arrange a time to go and visit your master, that old guy. It's been quite a few years since I last saw him."

Yang Jun raised an eyebrow: "Director, what exactly is your relationship with my master?"

He still doesn't know the truth about this matter. He only knows that he was able to get into the office because of his master's connections.

Zhu Yong smiled but did not answer, seemingly having no intention of speaking.

Yang Jun didn't ask any more questions, knowing that Old Zhu wouldn't say anything he didn't want to.

After leaving the office, Yang Jun felt an indescribable sense of ease and freedom. He looked back at the office building one last time, knowing he would probably never come here again.

Thinking it over, he pushed off slightly with his feet and rode away on his bicycle.

Yang Jun didn't rush home, but instead went to the entrance of Jiang Xueying's workplace.

It's not time to leave work yet, but he's not in a hurry.

It wasn't until a series of figures stepped out of the door that the familiar, graceful lady appeared.

Yes, in Yang Jun's eyes, Jiang Xueying was probably the kind of girl who naturally possessed a refined and elegant quality. Every smile and frown of hers carried a cool and gentle grace, a unique radiance belonging to highly educated women.

She seemed just like the first time Yang Jun met her; even though her legs were injured, her eyes were still bright, and her face was equally aloof.

Only when she saw Yang Jun did her pretty face light up with a dazzling light, surprising her colleagues. "When did you get back?"

"Last night."

She naturally walked to the side next to Yang Jun and sat on the back of his bicycle.

Yang Jun patted his waist to signal her to hold on tight, and then kicked up.

"I thought you were going to disappear for a long time again."

The girls had probably gotten used to him disappearing for two or three months at a time.

However, this does not mean that they do not miss them.

Jiang Xueying knew, however, that the person most qualified to express her longing was not her.

After saying that, she fell silent.

Yang Jun paused for a moment, then said with emotion, "It won't happen again. I won't miss you again."

"Actually, Xiaoxue, you should know something about my identity. And now, I'm free of all worries."

Hearing his relaxed voice, Jiang Xueying seemed to realize something, and her eyes lit up: "So, you'll have a lot of free time in the future?"

Yang Jun nodded firmly: "Yes, I have plenty of time. I want to spend more time with you... and you guys."

In the end, I told the truth.

Jiang Xueying simply shook her head slightly: "I just don't want to worry about you anymore."

He fell silent.

"Alright, now that you're free, I'll come visit you more often. It's not that I really enjoy chatting with you through letters."

Listening to the girl's words, Yang Jun nodded: "Perhaps we can go for a spring outing together. Since we came to the capital, it seems we haven't really explored the city properly."

"Hehe, you said it, so you can't go back on your word~"

In the back seat, the girl's silvery voice, like a spring breeze, drifted through the streets and alleys, disappearing with the wind.

……

In the 1980s, with economic development, a plan that had been in the works for more than a decade was quickly implemented.

A Hong Kong-based listed company called Junlang Group has invested in Beijing, creating quite a stir.

"Dad, where are we? Aren't we going home?" Yang Ke asked, looking at her father's back with a puzzled expression.

Yang Ke, who had already received her admission letter from Beijing University, was planning to go home and share the good news with her mother, but unexpectedly, her father took her to an unfamiliar building.

Yang Jun's appearance remained unchanged, but he had gained a more mature air about him. Although he was almost forty, he looked more like a brother and sister when he stood next to his daughter, which made Gu Nanke sigh every time she saw him.

“Xiao Ke, you’ve already been admitted to university, you’re practically an adult now, it’s time to tell you about some things at home.”

Yang Jun didn't intend to keep his business a secret forever. After all, he needed to raise his children to be successful so that they could share the responsibility of executing his business plans. He could just stay in the background and enjoy the fruits of his labor.

Even if he were to retire peacefully, he wouldn't miss the opportunities of the 1980s. After all, he wanted his children to have an easier life; he couldn't let his children live an ordinary life just because he himself was doing well.

"What? This company belongs to our family?"

As Yang Ke stared in disbelief, she finally understood why her father had suddenly resigned from the museum.

……

The End. (End of Chapter)