Sister, you miss me

Yang Feng stayed in the city hospital for two days. In fact, he could be discharged in half a day, but he was waiting for the car. The car was pulled away by Tong Xiaofei on the night of the accident. He promised to bring it back intact two days later.

For two days, Hong Tianjiao stayed with Yang Feng in the ward except for sleeping.

Although Chen Long missed his sister very much, but because he wanted to protect Yang Feng, he didn't notify his sister. As a result, Chen Lin would not know that Yang Feng was recovering from his injuries in the city hospital.

Two days later, Tong Xiaofei arrived as scheduled, and Jin Zhengyu, Tong Yan, and Han Qi were with him.

"Brother, the chariot has been restored, and it looks more like a fortress than before." Tong Xiaofei said grimly as soon as he entered the door.

"Thanks." Yang Feng thanked him sincerely. If the Grand Cherokee hadn't protected Qin Xue, the result would not be the way it is now.

"It seems that you have caused a lot of trouble." Jin Zhengyu raised his eyebrows. "If you need any help, just speak up."

"I need you." Yang Feng looked at Jin Zhengyu and smiled.

"This is really bad!" Jin Zhengyu was serious.

"Xiao Feng, how could you provoke those people, this is so easy to hide from the gun, it's really worrying!" Han Qi said worriedly.

"There is No. 2 chief who is worried about me, I die without regret!" Yang Feng said with a smile, Han Qi's red face was slightly blessed, and he looked more and more official. Of course, the slightly raised lower abdomen was also a symbol of slight corruption. .

"Xiao Feng, don't say that. In your eyes, I am nothing."

"It's time for me." Tong Yan poked aside Han Qi unceremoniously, apparently lacking due respect for the "No. 2 Chief". She watched Yang Feng quietly for a long time and said: "You go on like this, sooner or later. Put yourself to death."

"Uh..." Yang Feng looked at her face and then at her chest, speechless.

These people all have important jobs, and after staying for a while, they left one by one. Yang Feng got out of bed to see him off, and then went through the discharge procedures by the way.

Nie Qing was called back by her parents, but Zhao Min stayed. She said that she wanted to spend the New Year at her adoptive father's house.

The Grand Cherokee was driven by Chen Long, carrying Qin Xue, Zhao Min, and Yang Feng, all the way back to Chunyang County.

Yang Feng looked at the calendar, today is the New Year’s Eve, tomorrow is New Year’s Eve, and the day after tomorrow will return to the annual Spring Festival. However, the two sides of the highway are full of desolation, just like Yang Feng’s mood at this moment.

This Spring Festival between him and Qin Xue is about to be spent in memory.

Suddenly, Yang Feng thought of something imminent.

When Hua Deng first started, the Grand Cherokee stopped at a family building in the county hospital.

"Grandpa, I'm sorry!"

This was the first sentence Yang Feng said when he knocked on Wang Fenglin's door while holding the gift.

Wang Fenglin blew his beard and stared without saying a word, let alone let Yang Feng come in.

In Yang Feng's memory, this old man seldom blushed with others, and never gave him any expression.

"In any case, whether I finally come with Qianqian or not, I will treat you as a grandfather."

Yang Feng bowed his head, with an attitude of sincere confession.

"Don't be it, it's unnecessary."

Wang Fenglin finally spoke, but it was hard words.

"I made Qianqian wronged."

"Do you still know?" Wang Fenglin changed his elegance and said excitedly: "I brought up Qianqian with poop and piss and hard work. I was really holding it in my arms for fear of being scared, and holding it in my mouth for fear of melting. I followed you at the age of twenty, but you are fine, but you were wronged by her."

"I……"

"You go, take your things away, I don't want to see you."

Wang Fenglin reached out and pushed Yang Feng, closing the door.

"grandfather……"

Yang Feng couldn't dare to compete with a man in sixties. If Wang Fenglin had something wrong, he would really be guilty, so he followed Wang Fenglin, he was kicked out, and his things were thrown out.

"Grandpa, I'm leaving, and I will leave things at the door for you. If you look upset and throw it in the trash can, Yang Feng will give you New Year greetings."

After all, he put things at the door and left sadly.

Yang Feng didn't know that as soon as his front foot had left, Wang Fenglin opened the door and took the things in, studied it carefully, and called Wang Bingqian.

"Qianqian, Yang Feng just came to me for New Year's greetings. Grandpa severely criticized him. That kid didn't dare to let go of a fart. He had a good attitude."

"Grandpa, what do you mean?"

"Well, this young couple, fight at the end of the bed. Don't be too serious. I think that kid really regrets it. He still cares about you."

"He cares about too many people."

"Uh..." Wang Fenglin was speechless.

"Grandpa, I'm sorry, my granddaughter is not filial, and I called you a New Year greeting."

"Oh, girl, take care of yourself when you are abroad alone!"

"Grandpa, I know, I..." Wang Bingqian couldn't make a sound of tears and was in agitated mood. She almost told her grandpa about living with Hao Li.

...

Yang Feng went downstairs in despair, which Qin Xue expected, and she felt a little distressed.

At the moment when Yang Feng was upstairs, Qin Xue told Hong Tianjiao and Zhao Min about the conflict between Yang Feng and Wang Bingqian and Nie Qing.

Go back to the small courtyard of the Yang family that has been in the dust for a long time.

It seems like a world away.

Hong Tianjiao and Zhao Min were busy cleaning, and Chen Long came over to help after the phone call.

None of the three came to disturb Yang Feng brothers and sisters.

The two sat in their room for a while, and finally both came to the room before Yang Zhantian.

"Half a year." Qin Xue said.

"Yes, it's been half a year." Yang Feng said in a daze.

Chen Long’s call to leverage, Chen Lin, Gao Xiaobao, Liang Xiaowen, Gao Xiaobao’s grandma, Zhu Rongrong, Zhu Rongrong’s grandma, Zhu Rongrong’s daughter-in-law, Li Hu, Xiong Wei, Zhang Meng, and Zhang Xinyi all came, and none of them came empty-handed.

Dried fruits, fruits, drinks, cooked food, vegetables...

Everyone is going to eat hot pot.

When Yang Feng went out to greet everyone, Qin Xue called Wang Bingqian.

"Sister-in-law, this is a Chinese New Year, my brother is very pitiful, or you can call to comfort him."

"What's so pitiful, but I'm pitiful when I was turned away by my grandfather, the one who celebrated the Chinese New Year, drifting overseas."

"We were ambushed by a ninja..."

"Ah..." Qin Xue was interrupted by Wang Bingqian before she finished speaking, "You didn't say it!"

"It's a fluke, if Sister Jiaojiao hadn't arrived in time, we would never see each other again."

"Oh. Xiaoxue, are you okay!"

"My brother tried desperately to protect me, he was hurt badly."

Wang Bingqian did not speak.

"My brother didn't bother to go home, he went to see Grandpa for the first time."

"Oh."

"Sister-in-law, my elder brother has always been that kind of person. He is so good in every aspect, and he values ​​love and righteousness. Of course, he is easily favored by girls. You should have been mentally prepared when you chose him."

"Ok."

"But I can really guarantee that he is not a casual person."

"But as far as I know, he has at least had a good time with three or more women. If this is not casual, I can only haha."

"Wang Bingqian, what are you going to do, I can't stand it anymore, it's just a painful sentence."

"Xiaoxue, what are you excited about?"

"I……"

"I know you love your brother, you only care about how he feels."

"I……"

"You are not brothers and sisters, and you are not related by blood. You can pursue the happiness you want."

"Why are you telling me this."

"There are many people in the family, it looks so lively, I miss it!"

Qin Xue grabbed the phone and looked out the window, and smiled: "Yes, many people, everyone is busy making hot pot, but unfortunately, you are not here."

"In this world, no one will turn the same... Damn, what am I talking about!" Wang Bingqian choked up and said, "Xiaoxue, happy Chinese New Year."

After all, hung up the phone hastily.

"give."

A gentle voice rang above her head, and Wang Bingqian lifted her head from her hands and took the tissue paper Hao Li handed over.

"You might as well go back like this." Hao Li sighed lightly.

"No, I have to wait until my godson is born, and I have to wait for you to confinement." Wang Bingqian stubbornly said.

"Foolish, foolish man and girl!"

...

There were many people, young and old, sitting in the small courtyard of the Yang family. Everyone smoked and drank and cooked food, full of laughter and laughter like last year.

However, there were tears in Yang Feng's eyes.

The vegetation is still the same, the personnel are no longer there, and Yang Zhantian is gone forever.

This evening, Yang Feng drank a lot of wine.

This night, Qin Xue smoked the first cigarette in her life.

After sending off the old man, a few brothers squeezed on one bed and a few girls squeezed on another bed.

Chen Long followed Chen Lin back.

The next day, New Year's Eve, Yang Feng got up and drove away a few guys, put on sweatshirts and running shoes, and ran along the familiar street along the familiar road from the door of the house to the door of Yizhong.

A red spring couplet was pasted at the entrance of Yizhong.

It was the former doorman who recognized Yang Feng at a glance and enthusiastically smoked: "Isn't this the champion man? Why, come back for the New Year, and take a look at his alma mater by the way?"

"Hello, uncle." Yang Feng took the cigarette, lit the doorman's fire, and asked, "Is President Jiang there?"

"In the staff's family building at the back."

"Thank you, I'll check it out."

Seeing Yang Feng running away, the guard shook his head: "Is it a kid anyway, is there such an empty-handed man?"

However, Yang Feng heard this sentence, but he didn't care.

Jiang Yingjie was practicing Tai Chi in the garden downstairs, still full of energy and wearing thin practice clothes.

Jiang Yingjie didn't do Taijiquan very well, but his attitude was very serious. Yang Feng waited for him to finish all the way before applauding.

"Xiao Feng, when did you come, why didn't you call me?" Jiang Yingjie's eyes were full of surprises.

"It's been a long time. The principal was too involved in punching. It was nothing I had forgotten. I really can't bear to disturb."

"Haha, just laughed, go, sit in the house."

Following Jiang Yingjie upstairs, his wife made tea warmly, and Yang Feng politely said that he would come.

This is Yang Feng's first visit to Jiang Yingjie's house.

There is a picture on the TV wall. Between Jiang Yingjie and his wife, there are two men and three young people. It should be a family portrait.

Yang Feng held the teacup and said, "Principal, haven't the children come back?"

"They are all busy!" Jiang Yingjie said in a seemingly free and easy way, but his tone could not hide his loneliness and desolation.

My wife came over and pointed to the photo and said: "The children are very upbeat. The eldest daughter is in Cambridge, the eldest son is in Harvard, and the younger son is in Stanford. They are all pursuing progress, but they are too busy..."

With that, the wife couldn't help but wipe the tears.

At this moment, Yang Feng was thinking, what is it that people are pursuing?

He can't answer this answer, but he knows that the answer is by no means unique. The answers are completely different at all stages and levels of life.