After lunch, it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon.
Yang Fan and his father sat at the dinner table, one drinking and the other smoking.
This is a semi-intertextual rhetorical device. Yang's father drinks and smokes.
Yang Fan only smokes.
He has to drive soon, so he can't drink with this meal.
Mother Yang sat at the door of the hall, fanning herself, and watched Guoguo, who had already eaten his fill, looking for Xiaobai in the yard.
"Xiaobai, where are you? Come out and go home with me." The little girl even went into the chicken coop, but still couldn't find Xiaobai.
Monkey King and Gungun, who were lying on the corridor and gnawing on bones, immediately stopped talking when they heard Guoguo's call and looked at the food in the bowl.
"Great Sage, Gun Gun, where is Xiaobai?" Guo Guo couldn't find him in the side room, so he came over and asked Great Sage and Gun Gun.
The two dogs quickly lowered their heads and continued eating, pretending not to hear.
Sanbao dragged his bloated body, squinted his eyes, and crawled to Guoguo's feet.
So painful!
Yesterday, it was this one that was responsible for poking the hornet's nest.
Monkey King and GunGun can't climb trees.
Seeing that time was almost up, Mother Yang brought out chopped spring bamboo shoots, picked vegetables, pickled sauerkraut, dried radishes and other country specialties and filled Yang Fan's suitcase with them, but some of them still couldn't fit in.
"Dad, where is Xiaobai?" After asking the three treasures without getting any information, Guoguo returned to the hall to ask Yang Fan.
Yang Fan put out the cigarette in his hand and asked, "Is Xiaobai very pitiful?"
"Yeah." Guoguo nodded: "Mom and Dad are gone, and so are my brothers, sisters, and friends."
"Yes, so when you were sleeping, Xiaobai went on a long journey to visit his family and friends." Yang Fan said.
"Did Xiaobai go to the back mountain?" Guoguo asked.
"It's a place farther than the back mountain." Yang Fan said.
"Oh, that's so far away." Guoguo looked into the distance at the back mountain. The mountain was high and the land was far away. Dad said it would take a whole day to walk to the opposite mountain.
"Is the lunch grandpa made today delicious?" Yang Fan asked.
"It's delicious!" Guoguo gave face to his grandfather.
It’s past two o’clock.
Father Yang stopped drinking and said to Yang Fan, "Put all your things in the car and go back early. It will be dark when you get to the city later."
"Yeah." Yang Fan and Yang Ma moved the things together and put them in the car.
The sun was out and the car was very stuffy, so Yang Fan started the car and turned on the air conditioner to cool it down.
Ten minutes later, Yang Fan helped little Princess Guoguo into the child safety seat and fastened her seat belt.
"Dad, Mom, I'm leaving." Yang Fan also got in the car.
"Drive slower."
"Call me and your mom when you get there."
Yang's father and mother were standing outside the car.
"Well, you don't have to work too hard at home. Our family is not short of money anymore." Yang Fan said to his parents through the car window.
"What do you mean you don't need money?" Yang's mother scolded, "Don't learn to live off others. You should work hard when you need to."
"I will work hard." Yang Fan nodded. When Yang's mother felt relieved, he said, "I will continue to eat my free lunch."
Mother Yang reached out and grabbed her son's ear: "Say it again?"
Yang Fan quickly stretched his neck and bared his teeth: "Mom, let go, stop pulling, I can't even eat soft rice if I want to be deaf."
"Can't you have a little more ambition?" Mother Yang let go and slapped her son on the head.
"Yes, try to marry two wives, and then you can have many children and grandchildren, and at least a basketball team... Oh, I have a concussion." Yang Fan covered his head.
"Hurry up and leave." Mother Yang urged Yang Fan to leave.
Yang Fan didn't linger any longer, changed gears and released the brake pedal.
"Goodbye, Grandpa and grandma. I will come back and bring mom with me." Guoguo waved to Yang's father and mother.
"Goodbye Guoguo."
"Remember to bring your mother back next time."
Dad and Mom Yang are looking forward to their son's next return.
The roads are all cement roads, without any dust, only the invisible and intangible world of mortals. The luxury car is light and fast, and soon disappears on the winding mountain road.
"Dad, when will we be back?" Guoguo asked, leaning against the car window, as the car was driving neither fast nor slow on the road leading to the highway intersection.
"We'll come back when you're on vacation," said Yang Fan.
"Then how long will my vacation last?" Guoguo asked.
"About another month and a half." Yang Fan said.
"How long is one and a half months?" Guoguo asked.
"Mom will hit you fifty times. When you're done, the time is up." Yang Fan said.
"Oh, I see." Guoguo understood, and she could count to one hundred.
Fifty, no big deal.
It is indeed safer to drive during the day, and people are more energetic.
It was not night yet, and Guoguo had taken a nap at noon. She kept chattering with Yang Fan on the way.
Yang Fan, who usually feels sleepy after driving for an hour, drove for three and a half hours this time without feeling sleepy at all.
Especially after the car drove into the city, Yang Fan became more energetic.
He was going to meet Thirteen who had returned to the mountain city earlier than him and Guoguo.
Thirteen returned to Shancheng from Chengdu yesterday. She did not ask for leave and went to work as usual today.
At this point in time, it’s time to get off work.
When Yang Fan drove into the community, Aunt Thirteen had already returned home before them.
The car drove into the parking space, Yang Fan unbuckled his seat belt, and then helped Guoguo unbuckle hers.
Guoguo brought back almost nothing that she had brought to Yang Fan’s hometown.
In one and a half months, or two months at the latest, she will go back with Yang Fan. She can put her spare clothes, toys and other things there so that she doesn't have to bring them with her when she goes back.
As for Guoguo's things, such as clothes and toys, there are plenty of them at Aunt Thirteen's house. Putting a box of them at Yang Fan's hometown will not affect her normal life at all.
The most important thing is that Yang's mother prepared too much food for Yang Fan, even sweet potatoes, so Guoguo's small box was requisitioned.
After a while, Yang Fan and Guo Guo were carrying large and small bags, and even Dasheng and Gun Gun were not idle, helping to carry the bags and leave the parking lot.
After entering the residential building and taking the elevator, Yang Fan and his party soon returned to their doorstep.
Nothing has changed, home is still home.
Yang Fan didn't need to use his key to open the door. Before he put down his suitcase, the door was opened from the inside.
Aunt Thirteen had been listening attentively to the noise outside the corridor. Guoguo lived up to her expectations and called out for his mother as soon as he got out of the elevator, and Aunt Thirteen heard it.
"You're back." Inside the door, Aunt Thirteen was still wearing her suit skirt. Maybe she had some important meeting today, so she was dressed very formally.
She has a slim waist, a perky butt, and beautiful breasts. Because it's hot, Shisan often puts her hair up at home, revealing her sexy white neck.
With her reserved and dignified smile and sexy neck, Aunt Thirteen once again reminded Yang Fan of the feeling he had when he first met her.
Forever goddess!
"Well, we're home safely." Yang Fan walked in carrying his things.
"Mom, there are a lot of delicious food." Guoguo also dragged his small suitcase in.
The three treasures followed closely behind.
Thirteenth Aunt ignored her daughter, and didn't even look at the three treasures. Her gaze was always on Yang Fan, her eyes as clear as water.
A day without seeing you feels like three years.
Her man is back.