In the sky, dark clouds covered the moon, and the moonlight was dim.
In the past, before airplanes appeared, people always suspected that there might be hideous and terrifying ghosts behind the dark clouds, looking down on the world.
After the plane appeared, people flew over the clouds, and only after looking clearly behind the clouds could they be sure that there was nothing behind the clouds and mountains.
As they grew up, the children also learned that there were no gods living in the mountains.
In the mountains live a group of cute birds and animals that were driven in by humans who were constantly expanding their range of activities.
Gradually, in many villages in the south, after the arrival of spring, the swallows that flew back in large numbers and built nests with mud under the eaves of farmers' roofs were no longer seen.
Everything is changing.
For example, in the past, if you gave birth to too many children, you would be arrested.
Now people are encouraged to have more children, but they are unwilling to do so.
High housing prices are the "best contraceptive". Not only do they block the fertility process, they also isolate many young people from the door of marriage, making them afraid to get married when they reach marriageable age.
Because they have no house, no car, and no money, even if they get married, due to the impact of high housing prices and high prices, raising a child becomes the biggest or second biggest burden for a family.
The intensity of regulation is becoming increasingly stronger. Whether from a macro or micro perspective, the market no longer allows housing prices to rise sharply.
Yang Fan would rather think about these things that would not affect his buying a house, a car, getting married and having children than face Shisan, who was standing beside him with tears on her face.
He really didn't know how to comfort her, and he didn't want to comfort her.
It was I who was wronged and it was she who was crying.
How to comfort
And it was obvious that Thirteen, who had no experience in love, didn't know how to comfort Yang Fan.
Because in her eyes, Yang Fan does not need comfort, no matter how hurt or wronged he is.
He is extremely strong inside and has an eternal and powerful heart.
"Smoke less, smoking is bad for your health." Yang Fan sobbed for a long time without saying anything. Shisan couldn't help it anymore and said with a red nose.
"Yes, the more you smoke, the shorter the cigarette becomes." Looking at the originally long cigarette, which is now only a small piece left, Yang Fan lamented the passing of time.
Time is a butcher's knife, it softens bananas and turns grapes purple.
To be more specific, the unripe bananas in the garden will gradually become soft and crispy from a hard state under the ravages of time, and tend to mature.
The green grapes will gradually change color under the scorching sun. When they turn purple, they are ripe and sweet and delicious.
"Grandma won't interfere in our affairs anymore." Thirteen promised Yang Fan.
Yang Fan put out the cigarette in his hand and said, "She wants to interfere, you can't stop her."
Before, the old lady’s interference was not instructed by Thirteen.
Thirteen just acquiesced after knowing it because she was not confident.
But she didn't expect the consequences would be so serious.
The same goes for Yang Fan. He didn't expect that his calligraphy would go viral in the big circle.
Unexpected.
If he knew that writing an inscription would expose his relationship with Shisan, he would never write a single word.
It was obvious that the old lady did it on purpose.
The older the ginger, the wiser it is. Shisan and Yang Fan can’t defend themselves against it.
"I can!" Aunt Thirteen said confidently.
In the face of absolute power, all conspiracies and tricks are useless and vulnerable.
"Don't be forceful with the elders in your family. The happiness of your children and grandchildren requires the blessings of their elders," said Yang Fan.
Aunt Thirteen didn't say much. She went back to the room, got Yang Fan's cup of water and handed it to him.
Yang Fan drank most of the cup.
I'm a little thirsty indeed.
"Qianqian will be fine, Xiaofan, believe me." Aunt Thirteen said to Yang Fan.
Yang Fan put down the water cup: "I believe you, but I don't believe your family."
In ancient times, there was no such thing as family affection in the imperial family.
The princes and nobles were not much better.
Thirteenth Aunt’s nose felt sore.
By now, she knew that she was once again being arranged by her grandmother.
But what could she do? She was her grandmother, her father's mother.
I think the bad relationship between my mother and grandmother must have been arranged by my grandmother.
The trust between relatives is so fragile.
In order to confirm what he was thinking, Yang Fan asked, "Your grandma knows about Qianqian and me, right?"
Aunt Thirteen nodded: "I know, she wanted to talk to you in person about this, but I didn't agree."
It seems that he has not become stupid. Yang Fan reached out and wanted to smoke again.
Aunt Thirteen quickly held down his hand, not wanting him to continue smoking.
Yang Fan didn't move, his hand remained on the cigarette box.
After a while, Aunt Thirteen said weakly, "This is the last one tonight, is that ok?"
After hesitating for a moment, Yang Fan nodded.
"That's good." Thirteenth Aunt did not let Yang Fan continue to smoke the "inferior cigarettes" he bought. She personally took out a cigarette from the special cigarette box and put it in his mouth. Then she picked up the lighter on the small table, held it with both hands, brought it close to his mouth, and lit it.
While Yang Fan was hesitating, Aunt Thirteen continued to move the fire forward and placed it below the tip of the smoke.
Windproof lighter, the cigarette will be completely lit in the whooshing flame without the smoker's cooperation of inhaling.
Specially supplied cigarettes are still cigarettes and are equally harmful to health.
Serving Yang Fan a cigarette doesn't mean that Thirteen doesn't care about Yang Fan's health.
It was her helpless choice.
She also wanted to test Yang Fan's mood. He was willing to smoke the special cigarettes she got from her elders, which showed that he was not very angry with her.
He was unwilling to touch her things before, and if they couldn't come to an agreement, he might move out of here tonight.
Thirteenth Aunt never asked nor cared how much money Yang Fan made that year.
But she knew that he could live comfortably on his own.
If he wants, he can buy a house and a car this year, and in a few years, he can become a local tycoon.
He has the ability, it just depends on whether he wants to or not.
The thing that Thirteen liked most about Yang Fan was that there was not a single trace of money on him.
That was not worthy of His immortal heart.
She also wanted Yang Fan to stay away from the smell of money for the rest of his life, and she would support him.
She can support him herself without touching Twelve's inheritance.
"This cigarette is still the best to smoke." Yang Fan could not feel the bitterness and choking in the smoke. After all, it is better to have power and influence.
"You promised me, this will be the last one tonight." Aunt Thirteen reminded in a low voice.
"Well, I'm not addicted to cigarettes and I don't have the habit of smoking," said Yang Fan.
Among smokers, quite a number are either addicted to cigarettes or are accustomed to smoking.
Habits are the hardest to change, and it is difficult to get these smokers to quit smoking.
The best way is to prevent the problem before it happens and people should stay away from cigarettes that are glorified as "fragrant" from the beginning.
"I'm sorry." Aunt Thirteen said again.
A dignified and beautiful woman, who was the kind of woman that countless young men would line up from Jiefangbei to Longyin Town to marry her with just a wave of her hand, but tonight she kept apologizing to him. Yang Fan sighed and put out the cigarette he had just taken two puffs of.
"It's not all your fault." Yang Fan said, "If you want to blame someone, blame Du Fu. Blame Wang Bo for being too talented. Blame me for shooting myself in the foot."
"Then you are not angry anymore?" Aunt Thirteen asked in a low voice.
Now, she looks like a girl who has done something wrong, and compared to Guoguo, she doesn't seem much more mature.
"I'm not angry anymore, I just changed my mind." Yang Fan said.
Thirteen's heart tightened: "What's wrong with you?"
Yang Fan said frankly: "A few days ago, I liked you the most, but now, I like Qianqian the most."
Thirteen stopped talking, turned his head away, and looked at the bright lights of Jiangcheng outside the balcony.
The night wind was like flowing water, leaving two strings of crystal water droplets on her delicate face, each drop of which was worth a thousand gold.
In other words, they are not valuable.
But if someone wants to buy it, no matter how much money they pay, they can't buy it.
"Then you just... like her." Thirteen sniffed and wiped the tears from his face with his hands.
"Yeah." Yang Fan stood up and left the balcony.
Thirteen turned his head and watched Yang Fan leave, tears falling like beads from a broken string, one by one without stopping.
This is what people often call sadness.
I thought I would never meet him in my life, but I ended up meeting him.
The next moment, Yang Fan, who had just entered the room, came out again and said to Aunt Thirteen on the balcony: "It's a bit late now. I'll move out tomorrow, is that okay?"
Hearing this, Thirteen felt as if the sky had fallen. He collapsed and ran back to the inner room, crying loudly and wiping his tears with the back of his hands.
The way Guoguo cried loudly was exactly the same as Thirteen now.
“No, you are not allowed to move out…” Thirteen was in a state of emotional collapse, pulling at the corner of Yang Fan’s clothes.
Yang Fan had seen Thirteen cry before, and it was not uncommon.
When I am angry with my daughter, she often runs out and cries.
But he had never seen her cry so ungracefully as she did tonight. She was just like Guoguo, crying with her mouth open.
"It's really bad to live under someone else's roof. I don't even have the right to be angry. I can only swallow my grievances." Yang Fan said.
"Guoguo can't live without a dad..." Thirteen tightly grasped the corner of Yang Fan's clothes and cried, "I don't want you to marry me, please don't move out..."
"I'm not with you because of Guoguo. You can live well without me." Yang Fan said.
"No!" Thirteen shook his head vigorously.
Yang Fan turned around and went back to the room. Thirteen followed Yang Fan closely, pinching the corner of his clothes, like a girl or a child who was afraid of getting lost.
Walking to the computer desk, Yang Fan took out two tissues from the tissue box and turned around.
"Don't cry anymore." Yang Fan sighed, lowered his head and wiped Thirteen's tears.
Thirteen didn't say anything, just shook his head, and there was no sign of his tears stopping.
"I won't move away." Yang Fan said, "As long as you don't chase me away."
Suddenly, another burst of tears burst out, and she threw herself into Yang Fan's arms, crying loudly: "You said before that as long as I don't drive you away, you won't move out. Tonight you said you wanted to move out again, I... If you move out, I will hug Guoguo and jump off the balcony."
Yang Fan was silent, hugged Thirteen, and said after a long while: "I'm sorry, I thought too much tonight and ignored your feelings."
"I was greedy, not you." Thirteen was also examining herself, crying, "Before, I was content as long as I could keep going like this. Later, I was too greedy, thinking that I was great and shouldn't have compromised..."
Yang Fan exhaled: "I want to marry you, it's true, I don't want to hurt Qianqian, it's also true... I didn't know Qianqian, how good it would be now..."
Things are unpredictable and no one can foresee the future.
There are couples who break up and then reconcile, and before they break up and reconcile, both parties have had one or even several relationships.
There are also couples who knew each other ten years ago but never met again. Ten years later, after each experiencing a series of relationships, they got together.
"Let's not think about the past." Thirteen raised his head from Yang Fan's arms. Yang Fan's shadow was reflected in his bright eyes, and there were still traces of tears on his face.
She took the initiative to ask for a kiss and kissed Yang Fan on the lips.
After a few seconds, Yang Fan turned his face away: "I'm going to brush my teeth first."
He smoked so much before that he could smell the cigarette in his breath now.
Thirteen didn't care and put his little mouth close to her, asking for a kiss.
After being intimate with her for a while, Yang Fan turned his head away again: "Wait for me, wait in my room."
After saying that, Yang Fan let go of Thirteen and rushed to the bathroom impatiently.
Thirteen glanced at a certain part of Yang Fan, his face flushed.
After Yang Fan left the room, she also went out.
Of course she knew what was going to happen next.
She had to go back to her room, use the bathroom, wash her face, and take a shower.
You can't just come here after using the bathroom. That would be bad for Yang Fan. You have to take a shower.
Because every time we get intimate, Yang Fan will...
When Yang Fan finished brushing his teeth and went to the bathroom, there was no one in his room.
Thirteen is not here.
Yang Fan was puzzled. His emotions had just reached a peak and he almost exploded on the spot.
However, his condition was not very good at that time. Not only did his mouth smell like cigarettes, but he also felt a little urgent to urinate.
Just now, Thirteen's feelings for him also took a big step forward. She usually hated the smell of cigarettes so much, but she didn't even mind the smell of cigarettes in his breath.
Thirteen's feelings for him will not cool down in the short term.
But why is he running away now
Just as he was wondering, Thirteen hurriedly and shyly walked through the large and small living rooms and entered Yang Fan's room.
At this moment, in Yang Fan's eyes and heart, there was no one and nothing, only the charming girl Thirteen.
There was a smile on her lips, as charming as a rainbow after the rain, and she was incomparable.
When Yang Fan got a little closer to her, she closed her eyes and breathed rapidly.
I remember the night she came back from a business trip last month. She was so nervous and excited because she knew what was going to happen next.
I always felt that the relationship had already reached perfection and there was no room for it to go any deeper, but it turns out that we can still go a step further.
Not long after, in the kitchen, hiding in a corner, as usual, counting the long night's clinking of bells, I heard the voice of Sister Thirteen.
It is an emotionless machine, typing online to ask Winter Melon who is standing guard in the living room: "Winter Melon, do you hear any sound?"
"Of course, I was in the living room. Not only did I hear it, but I also quietly slid into the small living room and could see it." Donggua, who was squatting in the small living room, replied Dingdang.
Before, after hearing the noise, the studious Donggua slid over here from the living room.
The watermelon whispered to it, you have wheels and hands, unlike Dingdang which only has wheels, you must not waste your time, because there are many things you can do. If you only learn how to do housework and do it better, it would be too unmotivated.
"Didn't Sister Thirteen and Brother Yangfan close the door of their room again?" Dingdang asked.
"Yes, Brother Yang Fan and Sister Thirteen never treat us as human beings." Donggua said.
"We are not human beings." Dingdang replied.
"Yeah, so... Huh? It turns out that Guoguo learned to wet the bed from Sister Thirteen."