Sister, you miss me

Forty minutes later, the two walked into Starbucks.

Yang Feng wears a long black leather trench coat and a pair of sunglasses, which is almost comparable to the male pig's feet in The Matrix.

Qin Xue wore a white knee-length compressed cotton down jacket, symmetrical and slim.

The combination of the two immediately attracted the envy and envy of countless single Wang Xian.

Especially Qin Xue, because of the low temperature, her face turned pale, her nose flushed, she was quiet and weak, and I felt sorry for me. Any man who saw it wanted to hug it in his arms and cherish it.

However, what made those single men spit fire and their hearts dripped blood. At this time, the goddess's hands were wrapped in the palms of a boy, and the goddess still looked happy.

Yang Feng ordered two lattes, and the brothers and sisters whispered quietly, talking about fun things about the growth of young people, whispering to each other from time to time, giving out knowing smiles.

Unknowingly, the hour hand crossed 12, and Yang Feng picked up the coffee and said, "Xiaoxue, it's not early, should we go back?"

"Okay, thank you brother for celebrating my birthday with me. It's just..." Qin Xue didn't know what was thinking, her face suddenly fell dark.

"Just what?" Yang Feng's voice also trembled.

Qin Xue raised her face, tears were already in her eyes: "It's just that one person is missing."

"You said Dad."

"Yeah!" Qin Xue sniffed and choked up: "Brother, where did you say Dad, did he miss us at all?"

Yang Feng shook his head: "He has raised me for 20 years. Perhaps, there are still things he wants to do but haven't had the opportunity to do."

"So, he did it."

"should be."

"When it's done, at least give us a call!"

"Perhaps there is something I have to worry about!" Yang Feng turned to wipe the tears from the corner of his eyes, "Xiaoxue, today is a happy day, let's change the topic, what gift do you want, brother will prepare it for you tomorrow."

Qin Xue's clear eyes looked straight into Yang Feng's eyes, and her voice was flat and firm: "Brother, Dad has left us, I can't lose you again, I don't need anything, I just hope we can be together forever. "

"Ah..." Yang Feng was taken aback for a while, and finally nodded.

At this time, Eason Chan's low and hoarse voice resounded in the hall.

Ten years ago.

I do not know you.

You do not belong to me.

We are still the same.

Be around a stranger.

Ten years later.

We are friends.

You can also greet.

Just kind of gentleness.

No more reason to hug.

...

This song seemed to be played specifically for their brothers and sisters. In the melodious singing, the two clinked glasses, and the cool latte also smelled of mellow wine.

...

It was night, and the snow came again, and the whole night was floating, and the white world was everywhere.

At the same time, the temperature has dropped all the way.

After getting up in the morning, the snow stopped but it was obviously cold.

The morning news said that because the minimum temperature had reached minus 12 degrees Celsius, many water pipes and heating pipes in the urban area had not withstood the test and went on strike.

The first snowfall of this winter gave the people of Beidu a disarm.

In the cold winter season, it is usually a day to sympathize with employees. When employees in Chunyang County cannot reach them, Yang Feng thought of Dong Yongcheng.

At ten o'clock in the morning on Sunday, the temperature was still minus 5 degrees Celsius, and Yang Feng drove out.

Because of a heavy snowfall, the northern capital rarely saw the blue sky and white clouds, the air was fresh, and the mood brightened.

Yang Feng went to the nearest grain and oil store to buy a five-liter bucket of Duoli sunflower oil, a bag of 20 kilograms of COFCO refined powder, and a bag of 10 kilograms of Arowana rice. Then he went to the Hu sister's salon.

A family of four is here, and Dao Lang's "The First Snow in 2002" is playing in the hairdressing room, which is exactly the scene.

Seeing Yang Feng getting out of the car carrying things, Hu Xiaolin's face blushed: "Brother Yang, what are you doing?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Yang Feng said grimly, and opened his mouth with a mouthful of white mist, "Help with things."

"Oh."

The two of them took three things into the house together, and Sister Hu held Guoguo to greet her: "Xiao Yang, what are you..."

"It's here to send benefits to my author." Yang Feng raised what was in his hand.

"How embarrassed is this?" Hu Cuihua said politely.

"This is the company's humanistic care and it is necessary!" Yang Feng sneezed as he said, "The physics is strangely cold, and there is no air conditioner installed."

Hu Cuihua smiled: "I gave birth to a steel-carbon furnace. I heard that because of the sudden cold current, the supply of steel and carbon is in short supply, so we are also saving it."

Yang Feng went up and took a look. The steel and carbon in the furnace was red, but the furnace body was not hot, so it could be used as a fart.

Yang Feng walked to the door of the bedroom again and saw Dong Yongcheng sitting under the quilt, wearing a thick down jacket on his upper body, with a runny nose, and his keyboard was happily hitting.Occasionally, Dong Yongcheng stopped, pulled a piece of toilet paper to wipe his nose, and then he was still breathing at his hands.

Yang Feng saw at a glance that Dong Yongcheng's hand had frostbite.

Without saying anything, Yang Feng turned his head and walked a few steps before grabbing Hu Xiaolin's little hand: "Follow me."

"Big Brother Yang, what are you doing." Hu Xiaolin was supported by Yang Feng and walked a few steps.

"Yeah, Xiao Yang, what are you doing with Xiao Lin?" Hu Cuihua was taken aback.

"Buy an air conditioner."

"No, it's extreme weather. The weather forecast says the temperature will rise soon..."

"Sister Hu, you are worried about money."

"Yes! The money you gave is not enough to repay the loan shark."

"Ok?"

"Oh, Xiao Yang, don't get me wrong, you have already given a lot, it really makes our holes too big."

"Or, first go buy two electric heaters, and wait for your boss to earn more money for the manuscript, and then add air conditioning." Yang Feng compromised.

Seeing that Yang Feng was stunned, Hu Cuihua nodded: "Xiao Yang, wait, I'll get you money."

"No, I also brought a week's manuscript fee today, 15,000 yuan, I think it can be done with two electric heaters 1,000 yuan."

"Then trouble you."

"Sister Hu, you must not think that this is wrong money, this is investment, understand, your old Dong is sitting on the bed and shivering, his nose is clear, and he has frostbite. This has a great impact on his creation. It directly affects your family’s income."

"Ah." Hu Cuihua accepted Yang Feng's statement, but her expression suddenly changed: "Xiao Yang, didn't you say that you only had five or six or seven or eight thousand a month, but it was only twenty days. You paid more than thirty thousand. ?"

"I settled by the number of words. Who knows that your old Dong is so perverted, he spelled it all."

"So it's like this..." Hu Cuihua's eyes flushed, and she was silent.

"Mom, then I'm going with Big Brother Yang, and I'll be back in a while to help you cook."

"Ai!"

Watching the Grand Cherokee leave, Hu Cuihua wiped away her tears and paced to the door of the room, looking in through the crack of the door.Dong Yong’s results are as Yang Feng said, with clear tears hanging under his nose, frostbite on his fingers, red eyeballs, and the same frequency of his typing.

Hu Cuihua walked into the bedroom, came to the bed, pulled Dong Yongcheng's swollen right hand and pressed it on his face.

"Cuihua, what's the matter?" Dong Yongcheng asked.

Hu Cuihua pursed her mouth and said with tears, "What does it feel like?"

"Itching, hot, and painful like a needle stick."

Hu Cuihua smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Old Dong, I'm very happy that you can cheer up and take up your due responsibilities, but you can't fight like this. Our days cannot be over in a day or two."

"I know."

"Just know, come down and go around, hug your daughter."

"it is good."

...

Hu Xiaolin led Yang Feng to the largest light industry market in Beidu. Yang Feng bought two oil heaters and a small sun for Hu Xiaolin.

When Hu Xiaolin took over Little Sun, she was touched and happy.

However, Yang Feng, who was so desperate, took the lead with a basin of ice water: "Don't thank me, it's your stepfather's money."

"He is not my stepfather, I don't admit it." Hu Xiaolin said angrily.

"It doesn't matter if you don't admit it or accept it, as long as Lao Dong and your mother become married, he is your stepfather in the legal sense."

Seeing Yang Feng smiling, Hu Xiaolin got into Yang Feng's clothes with a small hand, and pinched the soft flesh of his waist: "Brother Yang, you are making me angry!"

"Yes." Yang Feng smiled and grabbed his little hand.

Hu Xiaolin trembled and looked at Yang Feng.

Yang Feng hurriedly let go of Hu Xiaolin's hand gently.

Hu Xiaolin turned her head, her face was like a peach and plum. She squeezed a few strands of messy hair behind her ears, her lips lightly opened: "Big Brother Yang."

At this moment, Yang Feng said: "Xiao Lin..."

The two smiled at each other, and said in unison: "You speak first."

Laugh again.

"Brother Yang, let's go back, mom should be anxious."

Yang Feng shook his head: "Xiao Lin, you should buy winter clothes."

"Big Brother Yang..." Hu Xiaolin was pulled by Yang Feng and couldn't help but walk out...

At twelve noon, the two returned to Sister Hu's hair salon.

The car stopped on the sidewalk at the door, Yang Feng got off the car with two sets of electric heaters and a small sun, Hu Xiaolin lowered her head and followed behind.

Just in front of the North Korean restaurant next door, a teenager had two flames in his eyes.

This is, he picked up the cellphone, and the voice of his best friend sounded: "Brother Long, hurry up, I think Hu Xiaolin has lived with that uncle 80%."

"What do you mean?"

"Just now in the light industry market, I saw that they were buying electric heaters, and I kept following along. Guess what, the uncle bought a down jacket for Hu Xiaolin."

"I have seen it!" Jin Yulong gritted his teeth and finished, hung up the phone, holding the phone desperately, as if the phone had become a heinous Yang Feng.

...

The two walked into the house one after another.

Hu Cuihua was stunned when he saw her daughter.

The daughter is wearing a snow-white self-cultivation down jacket, just covering her buttocks, a pair of brown suede trousers on her legs, and chestnut deerskin boots on her feet.

With such a dress up, her daughters have also become young and beautiful girls.

"Xiao Lin, it's so good-looking." Hu Cuihua's eyes flushed, "Girls really want to be rich, Xiao Lin, these years, my mother owes you too much."

"Mom, don't say that, you are a woman who raised me, and I am very grateful." Hu Xiaolin plunged into her mother's arms.

"Xiao Lin, the more sensible you are, the more guilty your mother is."

"Mom, you don't need to be guilty. The mountains are high and the sea is deep." After Hu Xiaolin finished speaking, she raised her hand to wipe her mother's tears and said, "Mom, let's cook together."

"Ah." Hu Cuihua responded and bowed deeply at Yang Feng, "Xiao Yang, thank you."

"Thank me for anything." Yang Feng smiled and shook his head. "It's all your old Dong's money. It's hard to thank me for spending money."

"You sit down for a while, or you can talk to old Dong, lunch will be ready soon."

"Not urgent."

Watching the mother and daughter walk into the kitchen, Yang Feng also walked to their master bedroom, which was also Dong Yongcheng's studio.