Fresh wife is amazing

Chapter 468 The most afraid of asking the original intention, the dream becomes empty

Qianjiang, the hometown of Yang Fan in Aunt Thirteen's dream, is on Nanshan.

As night fell, among the lights of thousands of families, the Yang family also turned on the bright lights.

In the dark mountain forest, every household seems to be lighting the way for people to go home.

The occupancy rate of the whole village is [-]%. Even if young people go out to work, there are still old people and children staying at home.

After the roads are connected to each village, the lights at the gates of each house are lit very late.

Old people and children are afraid that their relatives will go home too late and there will be no light for lighting.

Although the relatives who go out may not be able to come back several times a year.

In Yang's courtyard, on the steps of the main house, and in the corridor, Yang's father and Yang's mother sat side by side on the thick stone bar.

The stone strips are smooth and cool.

When Yang Fan was very young, the stone bar was placed at the gate of the courtyard, so that he could sit there and wait for his parents to get home from get off work or work in the field.

When he grew up, he moved the stone bars back into the corridor.

But after he left his hometown to go to school in Jinhai, Yang's parents and Yang's mother moved the stone bar to the gate of the courtyard.

It's just that when he came back last time, Yang Fan carried it from the gate of the courtyard back to the corridor.

Yang's father and Yang's mother didn't say anything, and after he left, they moved down together.

Last night, the two elders moved back into the corridor again, fearing that their son would say it when they came back.

When his son was still very young, Dad Yang could move the stone strips around by himself without hesitation.

Now, he can't move alone, and needs his wife's help.

When Yang Fan was 17 years old, he could easily move this stone bar by himself.

Until now, he can carry this stone strip back and forth like a quilt.

"Is the dish ready?" Mama Yang asked Papa Yang while sitting on the stone bar, fanned by the wind.

"Okay." Father Yang reached out to touch his pocket.

"Can you die if you don't smoke tonight?" Mama Yang also reached out and hit Papa Yang's arm.

Father Yang smiled resentfully, and put the cigarette case back into his pocket: "Aren't I feeling a little uneasy, I want to smoke a cigarette for a while."

"I'll be at ease?" Yang's mother said angrily, "Why don't I need to smoke?"

"I won't smoke anymore, I won't smoke anymore." Father Yang comforted his wife.

Sometimes, Father Yang also annoyed his wife's nagging and temper tantrums.

But trouble is trouble, his wife is good, he always remembers.

Although my wife is now old and old, she has given her entire youth and life to herself.

Back then, many people wanted to marry his wife.

There are civil servants who work seriously in the city, some who open their own shops and do business, and some whose family conditions are at the upper-middle level.

Only there is no such thing as Yang's father. He has a job or not, but he belongs to the migrant worker family, and he can see the whole life at a glance.

Yang's mother finally married Yang's father for no other reason, but for love.

Father Yang was very guilty, he felt that he was not all for love.

For the beauty of his wife.

My wife has a bad temper and is weak.

Serious illnesses are not committed, but minor illnesses continue.

Father Yang's temper is actually not very good, but after living with his wife, he endured it and endured it until now.

When I'm free, I stand with you at dusk, smile in front of the stove and ask how warm the porridge is, and everything in life is flat.

The two elders don't have too many regrets. The biggest expectation for life now is probably to wait for their son to get married and start a family, and their children and grandchildren will be around their knees.

There is a village at the foot of the mountain, and there is a little old man in the village, who has read a lot of books, has been to many places, and has a lot of ideas.

So he often drank and went crazy, and his children disliked him very much.

The last person died alone in an abandoned small house.

When Yang Fan came back last time, Yang's mother mentioned this matter to him.

Because Yang Fan had seen this little old man before, and listened to the little old man talking loudly after drinking.

Yang Fan doesn't dislike people like the little old man, because no matter how much they drink, they don't beat and scold or hurt their relatives, they just like playing the piano with cows.

Yang Fan has heard the nagging of the little old man, but the little old man can't compose poetry.

If yes, the portrayal of his life is: "I am most afraid of asking the original intention, and the dream is empty. I am young and determined to go three thousand miles, but I am hesitant to make a hundred steps. I have been ignorant for half my life. A few taels of broken silver make one grow old, the heart is still young, and the eyebrows are wrinkled. Fusheng is drunk and returns to the dream, and the green man is still there, only sighing that at that time, it was too hasty."

On Nanshan, fireflies are everywhere.

Their life span is generally 3 to 7 days, and some live longer, up to 10 to 20 days.

For them life is short,

But it brings bright colors to human beings.

In order to shine briefly, it takes a year for fireflies to conceive.

From egg to larva, to pupa, to adult.

Their short lifespan is almost due to poor adaptability, and they can only live near natural and unpolluted waters.

"Xiaofan brought his girlfriend back, and he won't pass you cigarettes, so you are not allowed to smoke." On the stone strip, Yang Ma told his wife.

"If he smokes by himself, won't he pass me the cigarette?" Papa Yang asked.

"Do you think this will happen?" Looking down at the mountain, Yang's mother said, "Xiaofan has always learned well. He has a better temper than us all these years outside, but this time there is a big problem for us."

Father Yang also became distressed.

In the outside world, I really can't tell the truth. It's an old and traditional family, and it's been the same for generations. How come it's my son who is so careless?

It would be fine if the son's two girlfriends knew about each other's existence, but they didn't know about the problem.

What's even more frightening is that one party knows.

It's okay if both parties don't know, they can't meet each other and go home with their son together.

Both Father Yang and Mother Yang didn't know how to face this situation, they were afraid of revealing their secrets.

That scene was beyond imagination.

"Old lady, which one do you prefer as a daughter-in-law?" Father Yang suddenly asked his wife.

Yang Ma took the cattail fan and swept her feet lightly to drive away the mosquitoes.

There are much more mosquitoes in spring than in summer.

In this season, there are far fewer mosquitoes on the mountain than last time when Yang Fan came back.

Of course, mosquito-repellent coils still deserve points.

But it won't be like the last time, and there will be mosquito bites from time to time after lighting the mosquito coils.

"I don't know, I haven't touched it before." Yang Ma's eyes followed the fireflies flying by in the yard.

"Don't you know how to read pictures? How many times have you studied the photos of the two of them?" Dad Yang said.

Hearing this, Yang Ma picked up the mobile phone on the stone bar next to her and opened the photo album.

She has photos of Aunt Thirteen and Liu Yueyue that Yang Fan sent her.

"I always feel that Xiaofan is joking with us, lying to us?" Yang Ma said to his wife after taking a look.

Father Yang retracted his neck, hesitated for a moment, and said: "I also think that the people in the photos are too good-looking. Either they are deceiving us, or Xiaofan is deceiving us."

When beauty cameras first appeared, it was said that many couples broke up.

The reason is that many girls find that they are so beautiful that their current boyfriends are not good enough for them.

So it was divided.

This is the same as the effect that many girls had when they went to Lingnan. They were called pretty girls all day long, and they thought they were really pretty girls.

Wulingshan Airport.

This is a small airport, and the terminal building is as small as Liu's villa.

Aunt Thirteen's helicopter is parked here.

After getting off the plane, Yang Fan and his group boarded the five-seater luxury car that Aunt Shisan had arrived at Wulingshan Airport ahead of schedule with Sanzhibao.

Before, Yang Fan also said that after getting off the plane, he would call an online car-hailing service or take a taxi to go home.

Aunt Thirteen said that her car had already arrived and was waiting, so there was no need.

Cashless electronic payment, airplane high-speed rail, artificial intelligence... People's travel and life are becoming more and more convenient and comfortable.

Although it wasn't Chinese New Year, the trunk of the car was full of gifts from Aunt Shisan and Liu Qianqian to Yang's father and Yang's mother.

Before getting into the car, Yang Fan took a look and didn't say much.

Rich and willful.

"Qianqian, if I go to your house to meet your parents, do I need to buy so many things?" asked Yang Fan, who was sitting in the driver's seat instead of autopilot.

Liu Qianqian sat in the co-pilot, she was not as excited as on the plane, and began to get nervous.

Because they can arrive at Yang Fan's home from the airport within 10 minutes at most.

There are few cars in Qianjiang, and even during rush hour, it is difficult to see traffic jams.

What's more, their car can go back to Yang Fan's house without going through the urban area.

"Ah?" Liu Qianqian was so nervous that she didn't hear what Yang Fan said, and asked, "Yang Fan, what did you just say?"

Yang Fan didn't continue the topic just now, and asked while driving: "Are you airsick or something, are you in good condition?"

"I'm not airsick, I was just thinking about something else." Liu Qianqian turned sideways, and pitifully sought comfort from Thirteenth Aunt sitting in the back row: "Thirteenth Aunt, I'm nervous, how should I greet Yang Fan's parents when I see them? what?"

Aunt Thirteen was also nervous at first, but seeing Liu Qianqian so nervous, she actually became a little less nervous: "Ask Xiaofan, I have no experience meeting my boyfriend's parents."

Liu Qianqian was very surprised: "Aunt Thirteen, why are you inexperienced?"

I have been married and even gave birth to Guoguo.

"Not at all!" Aunt Thirteen was unwilling to say anything more.

Even many people in the Wen family's direct line believed that Aunt Thirteen had secretly married, but the wedding was not held.

On the Liu family's side, they naturally don't know the real marriage history of Thirteenth Aunt.

Aunt Thirteen didn't say much, and Liu Qianqian didn't ask much.

Aunt Thirteen was divorced, so she should be full of resentment towards her ex-husband.

Maybe the ex-husband is an orphan, and it's not surprising that Thirteenth Aunt has never met the other's parents.

"Yang Fan, what do I call your parents?" Liu Qianqian could only ask Yang Fan himself.

"Call parents directly?" Yang Fan said.

"So fast?" Liu Qianqian was surprised.

"It's a bit." Yang Fan nodded and looked ahead: "Call me uncle and aunt. Since I already know that my parents are older than your parents, it's not appropriate to call them uncle and aunt."

In the back row, Guoguo sat on the child safety seat, hesitated to speak a few times, but was suppressed by the murderous look in Aunt Thirteen's eyes.

So, with his rolling head, he was slapped several times by the little girl along the way.

Even though he was beaten, Gun Gun still had a flattering face, licking the little girl's hand: You can hit my dog's head as long as you like, but can you wait for you to grow up and use another dog's head to hit, I think Dasheng's dog's head is quite strong .

"Sing a song." Aunt Thirteen was afraid that Guoguo would accidentally say something like her mother often sleeping with her father, so she asked the little girl to sing to express her desire.

"What song are you singing?" Guoguo asked happily.

"Whatever you want, sing what you want." Aunt Thirteen didn't choose, anyway, she didn't really like hearing little girls sing.

If there is a choice, it is best for my daughter to be quiet.

Afterwards, Guoguo sang loudly, without any timidity at all: "Who can tell me, is there such a pen that can draw eyes that don't shed tears, keep the fleeting time in the world, and make all the beauty come from here? and wither no more."

Her childish voice is like the last piece of pure land stubbornly preserved in people's hearts after all the vicissitudes of life.

Liu Qianqian, who was sitting in the front row, turned her head and looked at Guoguo, who was unrestrained but not serious about singing.

The melody is really good, I haven't heard it before, is it Yang Fan...

As soon as she thought of this, she heard Yang Fan on the side pick up Guoguo's singing: "If this is the case, I can comfort myself, in the night without you, I can draw a ray of light, keep happiness, and send all of them to you. You, bitter taste turned sweet."

Guo Guo naturally continued: "From now on, there is no need to separate the heaven and the earth where we love each other, and we can still be in the same sky, where the moon and the sun meet again."

Afterwards, a large and a small chorus: "As long as there is you in my life, everything becomes possible, so that all shooting stars can meet at any time..."

A naive looking forward to the future, with a clean voice, like a clear spring, gurgling, very healing!
One has gone through vicissitudes and knows the ending.

"Yang Fan, what song is this?" Liu Qianqian asked impatiently after the father and daughter finished singing.

Yang Fan said: "The ending song of "Youth Bao Qingtian"."

Liu Qianqian was taken aback: "Isn't it "Bao Qingtian"?"

"No, if "Bao Qingtian" is well filmed by you, there will be "Youth Bao Qingtian". Otherwise, this song will always be in my computer and will not be alive." Yang Fan said.

Liu Qianqian said "ah", and said, "I almost forgot the business, Yang Fan, our first season of "Bao Qingtian" has passed the review and is preparing to finalize the file. The theme song and ending song are not yet available. Have you..."

"Yes!" Before Liu Qianqian finished speaking, Yang Fan said, "The theme song and ending song have already been prepared for you."

Liu Qianqian's eyes lit up: "Did sister sing it?"

Yang Fan shook his head.

Liu Qianqian was a little surprised at first, but then excited: "Yang Fan, do you want to sing?"

"If I don't sing, I don't plan to debut." Yang Fan said.

"It doesn't matter, you can record a version that belongs to you." Liu Qianqian said happily, Yang Fan's true voice is very unique and very distinct.

The songs he recorded, don't listen to the melody, just listen to the sound, it is a kind of enjoyment for the fans.

"I don't have that much free time. I have nothing to go to the recording studio to record songs." Yang Fan refused.

"Don't run away, Aunt Thirteen's house..." Liu Qianqian couldn't help blurting out.

But as soon as she mentioned Thirteenth Aunt, she was interrupted by Thirteenth Aunt: "Qianqian, you've gone up the mountain, and you should be arriving at Xiaofan's house soon. Take a close look at the makeup mirror and check your makeup."

Shisan didn't want Liu Qianqian to expose the fact that the second floor of the home was transformed into a recording studio.

This surprise, you have to tell Yang Fan yourself.

In this way, Yang Fan must be very happy, and will work harder after nightfall.

Yang Fan, who worked hard, made Shisan love and hate him at the same time.

Love, of course, takes almost all of it.

Hate it, only a little bit.

(End of this chapter)