Rebirth: Starting From the Confession

Chapter 249

Driving the Santana 2000, Fang Yi first found a dry cleaner in Xinjiekou, and after throwing the suit at the dry cleaner, he bought some fruits.

Zhang Ya’s mother had just returned from the hospital two days ago and went to her house for dinner. She must buy some fruit to visit the old man’s house. This is necessary for the world.

Following the route in his memory, Fang Yi drove his car into the Zhang Yajia community.

Parked the car downstairs, he carried the fruit and went straight into a unit building.

咚咚~

Standing outside the door, Fang Yi knocked gently, and soon heard the sound of piapia of small slippers inside the house.

Immediately afterwards, the door was opened from the inside, revealing Zhang Yutong’s soft and cute little face.

Seeing Fang Yi, she suddenly shouted in surprise: “Dad…uncle!”

It was a child who couldn’t control his emotions, so Dad almost blurted out the words.

Bend down and pinched her slightly fat cheeks, Fang Yi smiled and said, “Have you been good these past few days?”

“good!”

The little girl responded crisply, her big jewel-like eyes were full of smiles.

“Yutong, is uncle here?”

At this moment, Zhang Ya’s question came from the kitchen.

Upon hearing this, Fang Yi stepped into the living room and said at the same time: “Sister Zhang, here I am!”

“Fang Yi, you sit for a while, and the meal will be ready soon. Yutong, go and help uncle pour a glass of water.” Zhang Ya was busy in the kitchen and couldn’t walk away, even the little girl instructed.

Zhang Yutong was very obedient, stepping on his short legs and pouring a glass of water very well.

“Uncle drink water!”

Seeing her looking back at her little head and trying to pass him the cute water glass in her hand, Fang Yi smiled and took the water and rubbed it on her head.

Zhang Yutong seemed to like his intimacy. His big eyes were slightly narrowed, and his expression was particularly enjoyable, like a little cat being petted.

Putting the fruit on the tea table, Fang Yi took a sip from the water glass, and asked, “Yutong, where’s grandma?”

“Grandma is in the room.” Zhang Yutong answered truthfully.

Fang Yi asked, “Take me to see grandma, okay?”

“good!”

The little girl raised her hands and stood on her toes slightly, as if she was saying: Hug!

Upon seeing this, Fang Yi smiled slightly and bent her over and hugged her in his arms.

Returning to his embrace again, Zhang Yutong hugged his neck tightly with small hands, leaned his small face on his shoulders, and commanded happily: “Uncle, Grandma is in this room.”

“good!”

Fang Yi nodded and walked over.

This is a two-bedroom apartment. The layout is almost the same as Fang Yi’s house in Anchor Chain Factory, except that the area is slightly larger than 20 square meters.

In the past, the houses were allocated according to the length of service, so the area was not too big, basically between 60-80 square meters.

Don’t be too small, this kind of unit building is already very good, and I don’t know how many people envy it.

It can be seen that Zhang Ya’s father or mother must have done a good job in the past, otherwise such a unit building would not be allocated at all.

Before the millennium, the vast majority of people lived in the old-fashioned Tongzilou, a room of only 34 square meters, and several households shared the same corridor, kitchen and bathroom.

Pushing open the door, a faint smell of air freshener came out.

The room is not big, but it is very clean. There is an old man with gray hair lying on the bed with a thin blanket covering him.

It seemed that the sound of opening the door awakened her. The old man slowly opened his eyes, turned his head hard, and looked at Fang Yi with muddy eyes.

Zhang Yutong said in a soft and cute childlike voice: “Grandma, uncle came to see you.”

“Hello Auntie, my name is Fang Yi, and I am a friend of Sister Zhang’s.”

Fang Yi greeted with a smile, and quickly glanced at the old man.

The old man’s gray hair seemed to be sallow because of illness.

But even so, I can still vaguely see the charm of the year.

After all, Zhang Ya’s genes are there. As her mother, her appearance will not be low.

It’s just that she hasn’t moved her lower body since she woke up. Fang Yi guessed that she might be paralyzed by a stroke.

He was looking at the old lady, and the other party was looking at him.

Retracting her gaze, Zhang Ya’s mother pulled a smile from the corner of her mouth, and apologized slightly: “Hello, I’m not in good health lately and I can’t get up. Please forgive me.”

She talked with the feeling of an old intellectual, maybe she was a professor in a certain university or a clerk in a government unit.

Fang Yi chuckled: “You are too polite, I just came to visit and don’t disturb you to rest.”

“good!”

The old lady was indeed exhausted, and after nodding, she closed her eyes again.

Upon seeing this, Fang Yi exited the room, closing the door lightly at the same time.

Back to sit on the sofa in the living room, the little girl didn’t mean to go down at all, she still hugged his neck and refused to leave her embrace.

“Uncle, when shall we go to KFC again?” Zhang Yutong raised his head and looked forward to it.

Fang Yi replied: “A few days later.”

He knew that the little girl didn’t actually want to eat KFC, but simply wanted to stay with him.

Hearing this, she tilted her head and thought: “Uncle, how many days will be in a few days?”

Yo!

Be smart.

Seeing that he couldn’t be perfunctory, Fang Yi had to say: “Wednesday!”

“Wednesday… there are three days left.”

Zhang Yutong broke his fingers and considered seriously.

At this moment, Zhang Ya walked out of the kitchen with a plate of dishes. Seeing this scene, she couldn’t help but frown and said, “Yutong, why are you so rude.”

“Oh!”

The little girl screamed and got out of Fang Yi’s arms reluctantly.

Seeing the little girl looking glum, Fang Yi said, “Sister Zhang, it’s okay, Yutong is so cute, and I like her a lot. Or, do I consider her a goddaughter?”

Goddaughter?

The corners of Zhang Ya’s mouth twitched, and a strange feeling arose in her heart.

No way, even though Fang Yi’s words, deeds and behavior are extremely sophisticated, his age lies there.

Eighteen years old, just in the freshman year, this age recognizes his daughter as a goddaughter…

She felt weird, but Zhang Yutong didn’t care about that much, and immediately said in surprise: “Dad, really?”

“…”

Zhang Ya paused, and then had to agree: “Okay, then.”

Good guy, my daughter’s father shouted out, what else can she say? .