"Guoguo, daddy has finished his tea. Come, give daddy a hug." After drinking the third cup of tea, Yang Fan turned the empty bowl upside down in the air and said to the little girl who was still kneeling on the ground.
Guoguo immediately looked up and saw the tea bowl upside down in the air. A bright smile appeared on his little face, which was very healing.
My mother said that only after my brother drank the three bowls of tea she offered him, he became her father and would never leave her again.
Now that her brother has finished drinking, she finally has a father, the kind of father who cannot abandon her.
The little girl got up from the ground, took the tea bowl from Yang Fan's hand with both hands, put it on the tea table next to her, and then threw herself into Yang Fan's arms: "Dad!"
"Well, so good!" Yang Fan felt that he had one more reason to live, and he was even more afraid of death.
"Dad, I won't be without a dad anymore, right?" In Yang Fan's arms, Guoguo looked up and asked.
"Yes!" Yang Fan didn't make any promises, but this was the promise.
"Dad." Guo Guo held Yang Fan's face with both hands, without blinking: "Dad, I love you for ten thousand years."
Children express their emotions directly, without beating around the bush or being euphemistic.
"Yeah." Yang Fan couldn't help but kissed the little girl: "I love you too, for ten thousand years, every year."
The little girl was very happy and kissed Yang Fan on the face again and again.
Yang Fan took out a big red envelope that he had prepared long ago. It was very thick and handed it to Guo Guo: "This is the money for ice cream this summer. It will last you the whole summer."
"Really?" Guoguo took it happily, holding it in one hand, holding Yang Fan's face with the other hand, and started kissing him again.
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Only then did Yang Fan have time to take a look at Aunt Thirteen and Liu Qianqian beside him.
Both women were wiping their tears.
"Good news, why are you all crying?" Yang Fan asked.
Liu Qianqian felt sorry for Yang Fan because she thought of what happened that day in kindergarten. When she came back to see the angelic Guoguo who was so obedient and well-behaved, she felt inexplicably sad.
There is no need to say much about Aunt Thirteen, she was just happy.
"I'm happy. Seeing you drink the third bowl of tea, I feel like everything is settled." Aunt Thirteen said.
Yang Fan smiled and said, "Does it feel like 'The Marquis's Mansion is as deep as the sea, and from now on Xiao Lang is just a passerby'?"
Aunt Thirteen was puzzled: "What do you mean?"
Liu Qianqian didn't understand either.
Yang Fan said to Thirteenth Aunt, "From now on, you can only say goodbye to the people you had in the past or will like in the future, and support your husband and children, and grow old together with deep love."
Thirteenth Aunt scolded, "Qianqian is here, what nonsense are you talking about?"
Yang Fan naturally didn't worry that Liu Qianqian would be angry, because she was not Liu Yueyue, not his girlfriend.
Liu Qianqian was not really angry, and asked curiously: "Yang Fan, why do I feel like there is a story behind these two sentences?"
Of course there is a story.
Aunt Thirteen and Liu Qianqian both loved listening to stories, so Yang Fan started telling them.
There was a man named Cui Jiao, who lived with his aunt in his early years and fell in love with a maid in his aunt's family.
Later, due to the poor financial conditions of her aunt's family, she was sold to Yu Di, the prime minister of Xiangzhou, as a concubine.
The maid was dignified and beautiful, and she was well versed in music, singing and dancing. Sikong gave her 400,000 coins and doted on her.
After losing his maid, Cui Jiao missed her terribly and often lingered near Sikong's house, eager to see her again.
Finally, on the day of Cold Food Festival, the maid went out and met Cui Jiao who was waiting under the shade of willow trees outside the door.
After the two men expressed their true feelings to each other and made a vow to each other, Cui Jiao gave this poem to his maid.
I didn't expect my poem to be passed down because of its sincere and touching meaning.
It was not until it was passed to the Sikong Mansion that Yu Di read it and ordered Cui Jiao to be summoned.
No one could guess what was going to happen, and Cui Jiao was filled with worry and regret, but he had nowhere to escape, so he had to go see Yu Di.
What was even more surprising was that when Yu Di saw Cui Jiao, he excitedly shook his hand and said, "'Once you enter the mansion of a marquis, it is as deep as the sea. From now on, Xiao Lang is just a passerby.'" It came from the hand of the young master! What is a small amount of money like 400,000? Why did you hesitate to write a letter and not tell me this earlier! "
Afterwards, Yu Di ordered the maid to return with Cui Jiao and gave her a dowry and jewelry.
"The status of women in ancient times was so miserable. They were sold here and there like commodities." Liu Qianqian felt sorry for the women of that period and completely forgot that she had just been praising those two lines of poetry.
"That maid is so lucky. There is a man who doesn't despise her and is willing to take her back." Aunt Thirteen's feelings after hearing this were different from Liu Qianqian's.
Yang Fan put Guo Guo down and let her play by herself. Then he said to Aunt Thirteen and Liu Qianqian, "In fact, people in ancient times were not that conservative. In some classes, or to some extent, ancient people were more open than modern people."
"Is there such a thing?" Liu Qianqian asked.
Aunt Thirteen was also a little bit unbelieving.
Yang Fan nodded: "The Qingming Festival was originally a carnival festival, not sad or serious at all. At that time, the cold winter had just passed, and everything was revived. It was a good time to sow seeds and plant crops. In the Zhou Dynasty, which was strict in etiquette, there was an official regulation: in the second month of spring, men and women were allowed to meet, and at that time, they could not be prohibited from having sex. Therefore, on this day, not only were unmarried men and women allowed to go out of the house for dates and play together, they were even allowed to roll on the grass in the wild. In modern terms, it was a one-night stand, and everyone went their separate ways after the affair."
Liu Qianqian was stunned, and Aunt Thirteen also widened her eyes.
The image of the ancients in their minds completely collapsed.
"You're just talking nonsense, aren't you?" Aunt Thirteen didn't want to believe this.
The same goes for Liu Qianqian, it feels like my worldview has been subverted.
"I'm not talking nonsense. Food, sex and nature are part of human nature. The ancients understood this truth long ago, so brothels were legal. Brothels are not legal in most modern countries, but due to various modern reasons, they have to be banned, and the benefits outweigh the disadvantages." Yang Fan said.
After chatting all night, it was getting late and Liu Qianqian went home instead of staying at Aunt Thirteen's house.
After sending Liu Qianqian back, Yang Fan went to take a shower.
When he came back from showering, Guoguo had already climbed into his bed and was waiting for a bedtime story.
Aunt Thirteen did not forget to climb up and became more and more accustomed to it.
Especially after Yang Fan said that the ancients were not so simple, when the disappointment faded away, she felt a little relieved.
Guoguo fell asleep very quickly tonight. Yang Fan hadn't even started telling her a bedtime story yet. He just talked to her for a while and she fell asleep.
"Thirteen, have you forgotten something?" Yang Fan asked after Guoguo fell asleep.
"What's the matter?" Aunt Thirteen had no intention of getting up and going back to her room. On the contrary, she changed from a half-lying position with her back against the headboard to a flat position.
Yang Fan hesitated to speak, it’s a red envelope.
It is not easy for me to make money now. In my previous life, I was quite lucky. After I made the first pot of gold, the money rolled over very quickly.
It’s not that he can’t make a lot of money here, he just doesn’t want to.
What he wanted most was to earn money from Aunt Thirteen and the others, which would give him a greater sense of accomplishment.
Thirteenth Aunt knew Yang Fan very well. After thinking for a while, she understood what he meant and waved at him: "One hundred yuan a minute."