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Chapter 220 As soon as Houmen entered the sea, Xiao Lang was a passerby
"Guoguo, daddy finished drinking tea, come here, give daddy a hug." After drinking the third course of tea, Yang Fan emptied the empty bowl and said to the little girl who was still kneeling on the ground.

Guoguo raised her head immediately and saw the teacup turned upside down, with a bright smile on her little face, which was very healing.

Mom said that her brother would be her father after drinking the three bowls of tea she served, and he could never leave her behind.

Now, after her brother finished drinking, she finally has a father, and she still can't leave her kind of father.

The little girl got up from the ground, took the tea bowl in Yang Fan's hand with both hands, put it on the tea table next to her, and then threw herself into Yang Fan's arms: "Father!"

"Well, so good!" Yang Fan felt that he had another reason to live, and he was even more afraid of death.

"Father, I won't be without a father anymore, right?" In his arms, Guoguo raised his head and asked Yang Fan.

"Yes!" Yang Fan has no guarantee, but this is the guarantee.

"Dad." Guoguo held Yang Fan's face in both hands, without blinking his eyes: "Dad, I love you for 1 years."

Children's emotional expressions are very direct, and they will not be swayed or tactful.

"Yeah." Yang Fan couldn't help but kissed the little girl: "I love you too, for 1 years, every year."

The little girl was very happy, and kissed Yang Fan's face one after another.

Yang Fan took out the big red envelope that he had prepared earlier, it was very thick, and handed it to Guoguo: "This is the ice cream money for this summer, it can be eaten throughout the summer."

"Really?" Guoguo happily took it, holding it in one hand and Yang Fan's face in the other, and began to kiss again.

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Only now did Yang Fan have time to take a look at Aunt Thirteen and Liu Qianqian next to him.

Both women are wiping tears.

"Good thing, why are you crying?" Yang Fan asked.

Liu Qianqian felt sorry for Yang Fan because she thought about what happened that day in the kindergarten, and when she came back to see the angelic Guoguo, who was so obedient and well-behaved, she was inexplicably sad.

Needless to say, Thirteenth Aunt was purely out of joy.

"I'm so happy. Seeing your third bowl of tea pour into your throat, it feels like the dust has settled." Thirteenth Aunt said.

Yang Fan laughed and said, "Is there a feeling of 'Hou Men - into the depths like the sea, from now on Xiao Lang is a passerby'?"

Thirteenth Aunt was puzzled: "What do you mean?"

Liu Qianqian didn't understand why either.

Yang Fan said to Aunt Thirteen: "From now on, you can only bid farewell to someone you have had in the past, or you will meet someone you will like in the future, be a husband and a child, and live together with affection."

Thirteenth Aunt scolded, "Where is Qianqian, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Yang Fan naturally wasn't worried that Liu Qianqian would get angry, and she wasn't Liu Yueyue, nor his girlfriend.

Liu Qianqian was really not angry, and asked curiously: "Yang Fan, why do I feel that these two sentences have a story?"

Of course there is a story.

Aunt Thirteen and Liu Qianqian both love to listen to stories, so Yang Fan started telling them.

There is a man named Cui Jiao who lived in his aunt's house in his early years and loved each other with a maidservant in his aunt's house.

Later, due to the poor financial conditions of the aunt's family, the maid was sold to Sikong Yudi of Xiangzhou as a concubine.

The maid is dignified and beautiful, and is proficient in melody, can sing and dance, and Yu Sikong gave 40 pieces of money to dote on her.

Cui Jiao missed the maid, and often wandered around Sikong's house, longing to see her again.

Finally, on the day of the Cold Food Festival, the maid went out and met Cui Jiao who was watching outside the door under the willow shade.

The two confided in each other's hearts, and after making an oath, Cui Jiao presented this poem to the maidservant.

I don't want to be praised because the poems are sincere and touching.

Until it was introduced to Sikong Mansion, after Yu Di read it, he ordered Cui Jiao to be summoned.

Both left and right couldn't guess what was going to happen, Cui Jiao was also deeply regretful, but he had nowhere to escape, so he had to go to see Yu Di.

Surprisingly, when Yu Di saw Cui Jiao, he held his hand excitedly and said, "'As soon as Hou Men entered the deep sea, Xiao Lang was a passerby from then on.'" It was from the hand of the young master! What is 40 small money, why did you spare a letter and didn't tell me about it earlier! "

Afterwards, Yu Di ordered the maid to return with Cui Jiao, and presented dowry and jewelry.

"The status of women in ancient times was really miserable. They were sold here and there like goods." Liu Qianqian felt wronged for the women of that period, completely forgetting that she was full of praise for those two lines of poetry just now.

"That maidservant's life is really good. There is such a man who doesn't dislike her and is willing to take her back." Aunt Thirteen's impression was different from Liu Qianqian's.

Yang Fan put down the fruit in his arms and let her play by herself, then said to Aunt Thirteen and Liu Qianqian: "Actually, ancient times were not so conservative. In certain classes, or to a certain extent, the ancients were more conservative than the moderns." All open."

"Is there such a thing?" Liu Qianqian asked.

Aunt Thirteen couldn't believe it.

Yang Fan nodded: "Tomb-sweeping Day was actually a festival of carnival at the beginning, not sad or serious at all. At that time, the cold winter had just passed and everything was recovering, and it was a good time to sow and farm. In the Zhou Dynasty with strict etiquette, there were The official regulations clearly state that in the month of mid-spring, men and women will meet, so it is time for those who run away. Therefore, on this day, unmarried men and women are not only allowed to go out to date and play together, but even allow them to roll grass in the wild. In modern terms, it is a one-night stand , After the work is over, everyone goes their separate ways."

Liu Qianqian was dumbfounded, and Aunt Thirteen also stared wide-eyed.

The human settings of the ancients in their minds have all collapsed.

"You're talking nonsense, aren't you?" Aunt Thirteen was unwilling to believe such things.

The same is true for Liu Qianqian, who feels a bit subversive.

"There is no nonsense, there is sex, the ancients have long understood this truth, so brothels are legal. Brothels are illegal in most countries in modern times, but because of various reasons in modern times, they have to be banned. The advantages outweigh the disadvantages." Yang Fan said.

After chatting all night, Liu Qianqian went home after it was getting dark, but did not stay at Thirteenth Aunt's house.

After sending Liu Qianqian back, Yang Fan went to take a bath.

When he came back from washing, Guoguo had already climbed into his bed and was waiting for a bedtime story.

Aunt Thirteen did not forget to climb up, and she became more and more used to it.

Especially after Yang Fan said that the ancients were not so simple, when the disappointment faded, she felt a little relieved.

Guoguo fell asleep very quickly tonight, and Yang Fan hadn't even started telling a bedtime story, but she fell asleep after talking to her for a while.

"Thirteen, did you forget something?" Yang Fan asked after Guoguo fell asleep.

"What's the matter?" Thirteenth Aunt didn't mean to get up and go back to the room. On the contrary, her half-lying position with her back against the head of the bed changed to lying flat.

Yang Fan hesitated to speak, red envelopes.

It is not easy for me to make money now. In my previous life, I was lucky. After I made the first pot of gold, the money rolled quickly.

Here, it's not that he can't make a lot of money, it's just that he doesn't want to make it.

What he wants to earn most is the money from Aunt Thirteen and the others, which gives him a sense of accomplishment.

Aunt Thirteen knew Yang Fan very well, after thinking for a while, she figured out what he meant, and waved to him: "1 yuan per minute."

　There is one more tonight.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)