Thousands of years

Chapter Nine

"Wake up so early?"

My daughter got up early as usual, and He Yanqing also pre-empted the strike as always: "Did you listen to what your father told you? Do you want to go?"

"I……"

An Ji was taken aback by the words. Sometimes when she didn't have any plans, her mother always guessed first. She remembered that in high school, she always succeeded in provoking herself to do it.

"What about me? Can't you listen to us?" He Yanqing hesitated to speak, obviously the reason for stopping An Ji was not just as simple as the surface, "Can't you just listen to what mother says?"

"I didn't say or listen..."

I have to admit that He Yanqing really hit An Ji's idea this time. After talking with his father yesterday, An Ji became more firm in his goal - while he was young, there was still a chance for trial and error. Once you break through, the future will be an eternal regret.

"Then you'll be obedient, and then follow Yunfan's child to engage in film and television costume design, and then learn from your best friend in the future, and create some international awards."

"At this age, you have to think about your future. Mom and your dad can't stay with you forever."

As a mother, He Yanqing's thoughts are comprehensive and trivial. If it weren't for He Yanqing's silent contribution behind the scenes, An Jianing would not have been able to do what she wanted to do without any worries.

"Yeah." An Ji, who was worried that he couldn't find an excuse, was reminded that he met Hang Luo when he was doing a doctoral thesis with his boyfriend Ning Yunfan. If he let the latter cover up, he should have time to hide it from his mother. Make some achievements.

"Then it's alright for me to talk to each other?"

Tentatively speaking, An Ji knew that if he said that he had gone to work with Ning Yunfan now, his mother He Yanqing would never believe it anyway.

Seeing his mother's hesitation, An Ji hurriedly added: "After all, uncles and aunts have always been nice to me."

"Go, go, you really can't just leave without knowing it." He Yanqing was worried that once his daughter left, he would secretly stay in the factory, and when the time came to find someone to come out by himself, it would be difficult for both parties.

But He Yanqing also knew that those weavers who were older than him really treated An Ji as a child. If An Ji didn't give them an explanation, it would be impossible to justify it.

I don't know if he was trying to persuade himself not to worry too much, or simply to remind his daughter, while He Yanqing was washing the dishes in his hand, he said 'go' twice: "Go, go, don't call Your dad and I will go to the factory to find you."

The sound of running water '哗哗' overwhelmed the sound of the door opening and closing.He Yanqing was leaning on the table by the pool, staring at the ground, not knowing what he was thinking, but as if he was unwilling to confess his thoughts to his daughter, he was also unwilling to let out the breath that was trapped in his heart.

"Crack!" The bowl full of detergent foam slipped to the ground and fell to pieces. He Yanqing finally came back to his senses and sighed.It's hard to be crushed for this bowl, just to bring the person who is in deep thought back to reality.

"Ring Ling Ling..."

There are very few people riding bicycles in the community. Even if they need it, they can go outside to scan a convenient and fast shared bicycle.

But the sound of the bicycle bell coming from outside the window was very familiar. He Yanqing poked his head out after half of the packing, only to see his daughter waving her hands outside with a smile on her face.

This bicycle is also an antique, and the seat behind it was specially installed by the father to send his daughter to and from elementary school.Now there is no room for An Ji in the back seat, and bicycles are not allowed to carry people on the road, but this bicycle is well preserved by the nostalgic An Jianing...

Waving his hand towards the house, An Ji was very glad that as soon as he came out of the building, he saw his father parked in the carport. This bicycle, which was left alone among the crowd of electric cars, was a breeze blowing on the Lingtai. The bus makes people feel comfortable!

　After discussing with the editor for two days, I made some small changes, which should make it feel more heavy than before, and reduce some mysterious things.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)