After thinking for a while, Luo Ye asked, "How many years has uncle not come home for the New Year?"
"Three years." Jiang's wife sighed, "I called the elderly a few days ago, and once they heard he couldn't come back again this year, their spirits immediately dropped.
There's no way around it, loyalty and filial duties have been hard to reconcile since ancient times. He's doing it for work. The past two years, Yangyang and I have gone back home for the New Year, but leaving him here by himself again this year wouldn't be right."
Luo Ye couldn't help much with this issue, so she had to change the topic: "What's Sister Yangyang doing at home?"
"What can she do, she's holed up in the room reading leisure books. You see, she's over four years older than you, yet her dealings in life seem to be four years younger than you.
