Reborn F1 Forza Motorsport

Chapter 40

Opening the piano room, Yang Hao could no longer recognize that it was the original study room.

Surrounded by sky-blue sound-proof cotton, even the ground was covered with a layer.

After closing the door, the whole house seemed very quiet, and the sound of my mother chopping vegetables outside was instantly inaudible.

Yang Hao still knows the brand of piano, Yamaha.

After opening the lid a little, the keys are exposed.

After trying to play it, I found that the whole room is not particularly noisy, and you can even hear the echo of the keys.

After coming out of the piano room, my mother was still chopping vegetables.

"How about it."

"Very good. Anyway, I will play when I have time."

"Well, the owner basically doesn't return to the UK, and he wants to sell the house to us."

"England is not very good, why go to the United States?"

"Now the United States is much better than the United Kingdom, and the United Kingdom is relatively backward in terms of finance."

"Wall Street?"

"Ah."

"Tomorrow your dad will arrive at nine o'clock in the morning, so get off early today, and it's still a long way to go to London Airport."

"Why did Dad come at this time?"

"Say it's to see an English client."

"Anyway, it happens that there is also a British F1 race, so he will take a period of time off."

"Well, I haven't seen Dad for a long time."

"Okay, see you tomorrow?"

In the evening, after dinner, the mother and son started the first piano lesson.

My mother is really good at playing the piano, although I can't tell which song she is playing.

"Okay, get a good night's sleep and be more energetic tomorrow."

"Well, good night, Mom."

Returning to his bed again, he felt an indescribable feeling, and fell asleep not long after.

Yang Hao is used to getting up at seven o'clock every day, and his mother has just woken up at this time.

"Well, it seems that two months of exercise has kept you out of bed."

"Get used to it, start exercising at this time in the morning."

"Well, don't go for a morning run today, and get ready to go."

After breakfast, there was a beep at the door, and it turned out that the reserved taxi had arrived.

"Walk."

After getting into the car, Yang Hao felt a little nervous, and was a little vague about his father's appearance.

London's Heathrow International Airport is the busiest airport in the UK, and you can feel the congestion when you arrive at the airport entrance.

"Follow me after getting out of the car."

"Ah."

Shuttle all the way, through annoying security checks came to an aircraft information board.

Comparing the flight number, I know that my father will arrive in about half an hour.

The mother and son sat in a Starbucks for a while.

Looking at the flow of people coming and going, Yang Hao kept recalling his father's appearance in his mind, but he always felt that the memory was incomplete.

Hearing the news of the flight landing on the radio, my mother took Yang Hao's hand and went to the crowd.

Many people were holding their name cards at the pick-up port, but they were very orderly and did not jump around.

After about 10 minutes, I saw people coming out of it.

The sharp-eyed mother suddenly saw an Asian with the same skin.

"Yang Jian, Yang Jian."

This is the father's name.

The man took off his glasses, looked at his mother, then at Yang Hao beside him, and came over after a while.

"dad!"

Yang Hao also shouted.

"Long time no see, I almost don't know you two."

"I'll see you later."

After coming out of the crowd, his father stared at Yang Hao for a long time.

"This brat looks muscular, almost half as tall as your mother."

Father came up and squeezed Yang Hao's shoulders, and hugged Yang Hao.

"I can't hold your weight anymore."

"It's because Dad is too old to lift up." Yang Hao retorted.

But when Yang Hao was in his father's arms, he saw that his father's hair had turned gray a lot.

"Dad, why don't you dye your hair, it's all white."

"I don't have time to travel around the old world. Besides, the black and white hair is very good-looking. Isn't that the case with the older brothers in Hong Kong movies?"

"Have you eaten yet?" Mom asked concerned.

"On the plane, two slices of bread and one yogurt were given for breakfast, and then a small gift box was given to this generation."

Father raised a small bag in his hand.

"You hold your son, and I'll carry it."

"I feel that you have lost a lot of weight. I remember that you were a little fat before you left."

"?"

Mother didn't answer.

The father turned on the silence skill, and the mother didn't speak for a while.

"Mom has to go to work and cut vegetables every day, so she lost weight." It was Yang Hao who broke the silence.

"You work here?"

Father seemed to know the news for the first time.

"Well, I can't let you bear the expenses of the two of us alone, and you still have so many people to pay wages."

"If you're tired of working, if you can't do it, don't go."

"I'm not tired. There are quite a lot of people in the company who take care of me."

Walking to a Chinese noodle restaurant, the boss asked a few people what to eat in fluent Mandarin.

By coincidence, they all ordered the fried noodles.

"If you don't have a place to live in the UK, I can help you find a place and a job." The boss is very enthusiastic and thinks that Yang Hao's family is coming to the UK for the first time.

"No, no, we have a place to live in England, thank you."

This surprised the boss, it is very rare for him to see Chinese people who do not need help at the airport.

Yang Hao, who hadn't eaten fried noodles for a long time, thought it was too delicious.

But the father frowned slightly. "This taste is not authentic. The one I ate at BJ is stronger than this."

"No way, the price here in the UK is expensive, and many things need to be imported from China."

The boss didn't have anything to say, so he answered casually.

"I think it's delicious, I almost forgot what the noodles taste like."

Yang Hao still thinks the noodles are delicious.

"It's hard to get this stuff here? Your dad almost threw up when he was in BJ."

"Dad, let me tell you, it's either fish fillets or mashed potatoes or sandwiches every day."

"So monotonous? Then how do you live every day?" This time it was the father's turn to be puzzled.

"I ate well in the base, and when I didn't go to the base before, my mother would cook for me in different ways every day."

"Stinky boy has a lot of food. Your father has never eaten the food cooked by your mother."

"He's growing up, and he's prone to problems if he doesn't supplement his nutrition." The mother rarely interjected.

After a meal, the price of the bill shocked my father, especially when I saw my mother gave someone a good tip.

"It's so expensive here, why do you give people more money?"

"Dad, that's how you eat here in England. You have to tip."

Yang Hao replied.

"What kind of habit is this? It's about stealing money." The father was obviously dissatisfied.

Fortunately, the store owner did not hear.

After getting into the taxi, Yang Hao sat in the co-pilot on the left and gave the rear seat to his parents.

But for some reason, the two sat in the back silently and did not speak.

"The UK drives on the right. I have never taken this taxi in China."

On the other hand, my father made two exclamation sentences from time to time.

"Yeah." Mom replied.

At the door of the house, my father got off the taxi and looked at the house in front of him.

"This is the first time I have seen a foreign house, and it looks much better than the domestic one."

Father Yang observed from top to bottom for a long time. "This house can't be bought in China now."

"It's true that it's good to be abroad now."

Father Yang sighed.

"Go in and say, it might rain later outside."

(End of this chapter)