Seeing Guoguo wiping tears, Aunt Thirteen was stunned.
She just wanted to play a game with her daughter on a whim and never thought that her daughter would be so involved in the game.
Guoguo's seriousness was beyond the expectations of Aunt Thirteen and Yang Fan.
She seemed to take this choice seriously, and every choice presented an unacceptable outcome to her.
Yang Fan couldn't help but want to stop the game for a moment, but he didn't say anything in the end.
Perhaps, Aunt Thirteen's unintentional action was a very educational lesson for Guoguo.
The little girl didn't know how to look back at her past life, but she knew how to cherish the person in front of her.
Otherwise, I wouldn't shed tears when making a choice.
The paintbrush in the little hand was hesitant between the golden retriever and the rolling ball, and it was difficult to start.
Lowering her head and wiping away her tears, the little girl placed the paintbrush on the rolling name, paused for a moment, and finally drew a line through it.
Between Golden Retriever and Rolling, she chose Golden Retriever to stay with her.
The choice was made, but there were more tears in her eyes.
Look at the last three names left: Dad, Mom, and Golden Retriever.
The little girl didn't hesitate for long before choosing the right paintbrush. The golden retriever was the first to be crossed out.
Finally, only Dad and Mom were left.
Looking at these two names and symbols, Guoguo suddenly put down his arm that was holding the paintbrush.
You can only choose one.
This choice is the most difficult, no doubt about it.
She couldn't make a choice and tears suddenly burst out.
Turning back, she looked at her father and mother.
Yang Fan and Aunt Thirteen got along very well. They didn't look at the little girl. One was peeling an apple while the other was peeling an orange, and they were quietly doing their own things.
She couldn't bear to let either her father or mother die.
Suddenly.
The little girl raised her head and cried, her tears falling like beads from a broken string, but she still held the paintbrush tightly in her hand.
Children's mischief and restlessness are sometimes incomprehensible to adults.
But sometimes their seriousness and perseverance are beyond the reach of adults.
Guoguo was very obedient and did not give up the idea of doing the questions.
Just like good students who have never thought about why they cannot be late or leave early, and are unwilling to ask for leave even if they are sick.
"Have you finished choosing?" Aunt Thirteen seemed indifferent, but she raised her head and asked her daughter.
In fact, although she didn't look at Guoguo, her peripheral vision was always paying attention to Guoguo's movements.
Yang Fan was the same. He seemed to be busy with other things, but his attention was always on Guoguo.
Guoguo, who was crying loudly, did not answer her mother's words. She lowered her head and continued to hold up the paintbrush in her hand while crying.
The paintbrush swayed back and forth between dad and mom.
She stopped crying loudly and just wiped her tears.
But this kind of crying made Aunt Thirteen's eyes red.
Yang Fan quickly waved to the little girl: "Guoguo, come back, don't choose anymore."
Hearing this, the little girl seemed to be saved. She dropped her paintbrush, ignored everything else, ran to Yang Fan, threw herself into his arms and burst into tears.
"Don't cry, don't cry. Mom and dad will always be with you until you grow up." Yang Fan stroked the little girl's head. She was such a lovely little girl.
"You have to be with me when you grow up, no one can be left behind." Guoguo cried.
"Okay." Yang Fan smiled and then became silent.
It's time to call Mom and Dad.
The little girl is a reflection of my childhood. I felt reluctant when I couldn’t see my parents for a day.
I also hoped that my parents would always be with me, and I would always be with them.
But when I grow up, I forget it.
After entering high school, I went home once a week.
After college, I went home twice a year.
After graduation, I only went home once a year.
I always feel that earning money and sending it back home is the greatest filial piety, and whether the person returns home or not is secondary.
During the Qingming Festival holiday, I went on a business trip and never thought about going home to see my parents.
The main city is not far from Qianjiang, only a four-hour drive.
For some people, even if they live in other provinces, it takes less than four hours to go home thanks to the high-speed rail.
But maybe they don’t make much money and are reluctant to spend it.
I am not rich, but the fare for going home is not worth mentioning.
However, after the Chinese New Year, I haven’t been home until now.
"I'm going on a business trip tomorrow. After I come back, I'll go back home." Yang Fan said to Aunt Thirteen while wiping Guoguo's tears with a tissue.
Thirteenth Aunt was stunned: "A business trip tomorrow?"
"Well, I received a call from the film crew this afternoon. I encountered some problems and I wanted to go there tonight. But then I thought that if I go tonight, I won't be able to make it to the filming location. The transportation there is not convenient, and chartering a car overnight won't solve the problem for the time being, so I booked a flight for tomorrow morning." Yang Fan said.
Aunt Thirteen was sulking and ignored Yang Fan. She took a fruit knife and stabbed the apple she had just peeled.
"Cut into pieces, don't play with the knife." Yang Fan stretched out his hand and tried to grab the knife.
Aunt Thirteen lowered her head, cut the fruit carefully, and asked in a low voice: "Can't we wait two more days?"
Yang Fan shook his head. "If we delay for one more day, the filming won't be able to proceed. I have to go and fix the problem. The crew hasn't been home for many days. The sooner we go, the sooner we can fix it and let them go home and rest."
"Then do you know what day it will be in two days?" Aunt Thirteen asked him.
Yang Fan was puzzled and tried hard to think.
Thirteenth Aunt’s birthday
Not really, her birthday just passed last month.
Qianqian’s birthday
Not yet, next month.
Anniversary of knowing Aunt Thirteen
No, next month.
Besides, the anniversary of acquaintance should not be considered a special day, it’s not like a wedding anniversary.
"What day is it two days later?" Unable to figure it out, Yang Fan had to ask Aunt Thirteen.
The knife in Aunt Thirteen's hand began to become dangerous again: "Think about it again!"
Yang Fan had to think about it again.
Aunt Thirteen was obviously a little anxious and poked the fruit slices with a knife, again and again.
"I can't think of it." After a long time, Yang Fan said with a headache.
Aunt Thirteen stood up and threw down the fruit knife: "You cut it yourself, I won't cut it."
Angry.
Yang Fan was confused, but he got used to it.
Especially for women who are menstruating, it is simply unreasonable.
No matter how good-tempered a boyfriend is, if his girlfriend starts making trouble during this period, few of them can get through it without saying a word.
Even running away from home is not allowed.
As a result, many boys who have had girlfriends have come to a conclusion: women are a kind of strange creatures, or more specifically, they are neurotic.
But when it was time to go to bed, after coaxing Guoguo to sleep and talking to Yang Fan about the situation, Aunt Thirteen was no longer angry and asked, "Did you buy the first-class ticket?"
"No need. Taking first class won't get you to your destination earlier than taking economy class." Yang Fan shook his head.
"First-class passengers will get off the plane first and arrive at their destination first," said Aunt Thirteen.
"The production team won't reimburse first-class air tickets," Yang Fan explained.
"I'll reimburse you." Aunt Thirteen didn't care about money.
The next day, Yang Fan got up at normal time and made breakfast.
Sitting at the table, eating breakfast, he couldn't help but ask Aunt Thirteen: "What day will it be in two days?"