There was nothing in Yang Fan’s mobile phone that was inconvenient for outsiders to see. The photos of female colleagues in the album were all in the form of photos with him.
There is not a single solo photo.
After all, for someone who has a girlfriend, storing individual photos of friends of the opposite sex in his photo album would seem very abnormal and may indicate that he is a potential scumbag.
Although many people have the potential to be scumbags, or even already are, as long as they are not discovered, they do not count and are all good men and good women.
Mother Yang turned to the next photo.
There was nothing surprising, just full-body photos of Thirteen in all seriousness.
After examining it for a while, Yang's mother was even happier and said with relief, "Not bad, the pelvis is not as small as I thought, and it is barely in the category of easy childbirth. Xiaofan, is there a back view? It will be more accurate if you look at it from the back."
Yang Fan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Why would I take a picture of her back? Just look at her front."
After saying that, he took the phone back.
Father Yang also wanted to see a full-body photo of his daughter-in-law, but his son took his phone away, so he didn't dare to ask and came over to see it.
"Xiaofan, what's Guoguo's mother's name?" Mother Yang asked while eating.
"My last name is Wen, which means writer. My given name is Chu, which means one must stay true to one's original aspiration in order to achieve one's goal." Yang Fan replied.
Mother Yang complained, "I've never heard of the idea of not forgetting something and gaining something. I just graduated from high school and didn't read much."
Yang Fan had no choice but to explain: "The 'chu' in the first day of the Chinese New Year, her name is Wenchu."
"Oh." Yang's mother asked her son: "Is Guoguo Xiaowen's first child?"
Yang Fan sighed and replied, "Yes."
"Did Xiaowen only give birth to Guoguo, or did she give birth to other children?" asked Mother Yang.
"Just Guoguo." Yang Fan answered patiently.
"Oh, that's fine." Mother Yang breathed a sigh of relief: "The quality of the second baby is acceptable. It's not good to have too many babies."
Yang Fan felt a little helpless. The questions that the elderly think about are indeed different from those that the young people think about.
"Mom, don't worry so much. Your children and grandchildren will have their own blessings." Yang Fan said.
Yang's mother obviously didn't take her son's words to heart, and asked again: "Xiao Wen is 27, right? It's best to have a baby before she turns 29. After she turns 30, having another child will be considered advanced maternal age, which is not good for both the pregnant woman and the baby."
"Yeah." Yang Fan didn't want to say more. The more he paid attention to Yang's mother, the more questions he would get.
Yang's mother obviously still had a lot of questions, and asked again: "Xiao Fan, have you and Xiao Wen ever considered having more children?"
"No." Yang Fan didn't want to answer at first, but if he didn't answer, there would be more questions, so he had to answer obediently.
Mother Yang asked, "Is Xiaowen in good health? Is he as weak and sickly as I am?"
Glancing at Guoguo, Yang Fan said, "She is in good health."
If I were not a good person, I would not have so much energy to quarrel with my daughter every day, and I would not have the energy to fight even if I couldn't win the argument.
Yang Fan admitted that he did not have as much energy as Shisan. Now he felt a little tired just dealing with some questions from his mother.
Mother Yang taught: "Xiao Wen is in good health, so let's have one or two more children."
"Mom, don't think so far. It's my own business, and I can make my own decisions." Yang Fan had a headache.
"What do you know? You don't listen to the advice of the elderly. You will suffer and regret it in the future." said Yang's mother. She has always regretted not having a second child.
My son lacked playmates since he was young, so he was very close to Wang Jun, a tomboy in the village.
It’s okay to just play house, they are just kids after all.
The problem was that they even had a competition to see who could pee farther. Every time after losing a competition, Wang Jun would go home and cry and tell his father.
Every time, Wang's father would beat him first and then ask what posture he used.
After asking the questions, he beat him three more times, one for each posture.
"Why have so many children? I think just one is enough." Yang Fan had no choice but to continue chatting with his mother about this topic.
"What's good?" Yang Ma said, "We had a table of guests in our store today, and they talked about fertility, which I think makes a lot of sense."
Yang Fan was a little curious and asked, "How did you talk?"
Mother Yang said: "That group of people say that having fewer children is better. Having fewer children means that families without money should have fewer children, while families with money who can afford to raise children should have more children."
Yang Fan was confused. How could this be understood
Mother Yang agreed, "We didn't have money before, and I wasn't in good health. Now you have a decent job, Xiaowen is in good health, and her family isn't short of money, so why not have a healthy baby? That group of people was very wise, saying that having fewer and better children is the most natural and humane way to eliminate poverty. In a few decades, there will be no poor people in our country."
Yang Fan didn't know what to say. The people's eyes were sharp.
Wisdom lies among the people.
If the poor stop having children and the rich start having children, then eventually all the poor will die. Wouldn’t poverty be eliminated then
"Why aren't you talking?" Mother Yang said angrily as her son didn't respond for a long time.
Yang Fan could only say, "We already have Guoguo, isn't it enough to have another one?"
"Can't have two?" Mother Yang was not satisfied with having only one grandson or granddaughter.
Although she likes Guoguo very much, she is not her son's biological daughter after all.
Yang Fan said to Yang's mother, "Mom, when Wenchu comes to our house in the future, don't tell her like this, she will think we don't like Guoguo. Liking Guoguo and treating her as your own daughter is the premise for Wenchu to be with me."
"It's not that I don't treat Guoguo as my own child. This doesn't conflict with letting you have two children." said Yang's mother.
"Okay, okay, okay." Yang Fan said perfunctorily.
It is true that we should not tell our parents too much about our children’s affairs.
The more you talk, the more trouble you get into.
Yang Fan was too lazy to mention Yueyue to his parents anymore.
After dinner, Guoguo ran to the yard to play with a white duck.
Of the nest of ducklings we raised at home years ago, only one is left now.
Most of them were sold, and only one was killed at home during the Qingming Festival.
Yang Fan ignored the matter of clearing the table and went outside the fence to call Li Weimin: "Brother Li, what are you doing? Have you eaten yet?"
"How can a single guy eat so early? I'm playing games. Xiaofan, is there anything wrong?" Li Weimin talked to Yang Fan while playing games.
Li Weimin knew that Yang Fan had returned to his hometown these two days.
"At this moment, 200,000 people are kissing, 600,000 people are hugging, and you are playing games. Isn't that miserable?" Yang Fan said.
Li Weimin suddenly felt that the game was not interesting at all, and said with a bitter face: "Xiao Fan, you called just to talk about this?"
Yang Fan smiled and said, "No, Sister Ruyi is moving and looking for a house tonight, did you know that?"
"How should I know? She didn't tell me." Li Weimin said.
"Now that you know, why don't you go over and help?" Yang Fan asked.
"Doesn't she have a boyfriend? How can I help her?" Li Weimin said unhappily.
"We broke up today, otherwise why would she move? You should take the initiative and contact Sister Ruyi to help." Yang Fan said.
"No, I want to go to the gym and get a good body so I can find a girlfriend." Li Weimin refused decisively.