Mountain city, Liu family.
The Liu family's residence can be described as a royal palace, standing quietly in the quiet mountains and forests.
At first glance, you can tell that this is a villa that inherits the essence of traditional Chinese architecture.
While maintaining traditional architecture, this villa also integrates unique artistic styles such as elegance, simplicity and richness.
Although this area is located in the downtown area and is not very remote, the community environment is elegant and the mountain city has a unique terrain, making the Liu family residence seem to be based on nature, hidden and beautiful, secluded and elegant.
Seen from a distance, the exterior of the Liu Family Villa is simple and elegant, while the interior structure is full of human touch.
The straight-line roof is made up of tiles laid together.
During the day, the crimson roof tiles are particularly eye-catching under the sunlight.
Liu Qianqian has been to many other people's villas, and looking back, she found that in terms of houses alone, her own villa is the best.
Our villa has a romantic and solemn temperament, with a high-ceilinged foyer and a majestic door, round arched windows and stone corners, showing its elegance and luxury.
Entering the courtyard, lush and verdant bamboos stand in two rows along the path, and the emerald green bamboo leaves gradually converge at the top to form an arched "roof".
During the day, the strong sunlight and the scorching heat of late summer are blocked out by the emerald green bamboo leaves.
Liu Qianqian felt that the only flaw was that their yard was too small.
The yard of Aunt Thirteen's house is the real courtyard.
Aunt Thirteen's yard is a typical Suzhou-style garden. No matter where you go in the garden, you can never see the scenery more than ten meters ahead of the road. The tall green plants hide the entire garden in it. There are passages in the twists and turns, and the passages are full of bamboo forests and other green plants.
Compared with Aunt Thirteen's yard, the Liu family's small yard pales in comparison.
However, two new couplets were hung on the pillars of the Liu family's garden pavilion, adding a touch of poetic charm to the courtyard.
"Ten miles of tung trees are covered with purple moss, sir, come and try to get drunk and sleep; I have given up the thought of fame in this life, so I should not dream of the ancient locust tree."
Next to the pavilion, there is a tree, a locust tree that was transplanted thousands of miles from the north.
The two couplets are actually a seven-character quatrain titled "Dream under the Paulownia Tree".
Liu Qianqian asked casually for a word, and Yang Fan gave it casually.
If Yang Fan had known that the Liu family would hang the calligraphy in the courtyard, he would not have been so casual.
But even though he was casual, Liu's father still treated him as a treasure.
In the castle-like villa, the huge living room is as spacious as the lobby of a five-star hotel.
The black marble floor is as bright as a mirror, with gorgeous crystal pendant lights, a pure black fragrant wood table, imported brand-name cushion chairs, and an exquisitely decorated tea table...
"Old Liu, was that fortune teller killed?" An elderly woman's voice rang out.
"Dead, deader than dead." Another elderly man answered in a cold voice.
"He died a good death. If it weren't for his bad mouth, Qianqian wouldn't have ended up in this situation." The woman's voice was a little harsh.
"Qianqian is already this old, you won't really stay single for the rest of your life, right?" The old man's voice was full of helplessness and anxiety.
The couple are both white-haired, and even if they are not yet in their seventies, they look like they are over sixty.
"How long has Yueyue not come back?" the old lady asked the old man in a low voice.
"I can't remember, it's been a long time." The old man sighed, "I didn't expect that we were separated for the sake of so-called face. Now we don't have a daughter by our side. What's the point of our hard work all our lives?"
"How old are Baoer and Beibei?" The old lady's eyes became a little dull.
"I'm in junior high school now." The old man took out a box from under the coffee table, and the box was filled with fine cigars.
"Do you want to die early? Why are you still smoking?" Upon smelling the smoke, the old lady flew into a rage and scolded her husband.
The old man smiled coldly: "What's the point of living so long? The youngest daughter won't get married, and the eldest daughter not only won't get married, but also turned against us and is still brooding over our initial indifference."
The old lady was silent for a long time and then asked, "How is Yang Fan now?"
The old man laughed at himself and said, "They live better than us, and better than Yueyue and Qianqian."
"You're still laughing!" The old lady reached out and snatched the cigar from the old man's mouth and threw it far away.
The cigar hit a screen and fell to the ground.
A sweeping robot glided over and quickly picked up the garbage.
"Do you think I'm happy?" The old man took another cigar from the box and lit it.
"If you hadn't beaten Yang Fan, who came to our house at the beginning, and left him with a bloody head, would things have turned out like this?" The old lady reached out and tried to snatch the cigar again.
The old man stretched out his hand to block and threw away the old woman's arm: "If you hadn't yelled and swore to die not to agree, would I have taken action?"
“You’re putting all the blame on me, aren’t you? Old Liu, you’re a worthless person too, a loser who will never be able to enter Yanjing in your lifetime, and you deserve your daughter to never get married…” The old lady turned on the shrew mode and reached out to scratch the old man.
The old man stood up and dodged, kicked over the coffee table, and shouted loudly: "It's my fault that I can't enter Yanjing, my daughter's misfortune is also my fault, everything is my fault, you are the only one who is capable, but you chased away the son-in-law you had in mind? Look how well he is living now, eternal life, fame and fortune, two pregnancies and four children, a family of seven. If it weren't for you, would we still be sitting here alone? Maybe a dozen grandchildren would gather together, and it would be as lively as the start of a school term."
The old lady looked gloomy.
They are like empty nesters now, with both daughters moving out and one of them barely in touch with them.
There was no other reason, because they tried their best to prevent their two daughters from getting married.
The consequence was that the prospective son-in-law separated from their daughter and soon started a family, while their two daughters remained unmarried.
The older one gave birth out of wedlock, and until now the two elders don’t know who the biological father of their granddaughter is.
This is actually not a big deal, as the eldest daughter will have her children to accompany her in the future. But the problem is that her relationship with her parents has broken down, and she hasn't been back to see them for a long, long time.
The youngest daughter inherited her mother's business, but she has always been single. Not only has she not gotten married, she hasn't even found a boyfriend.
The older they get, the more anxious the two elders become.
If I don’t get married soon, my youngest daughter won’t be able to have children.
The older you are, the more dangerous it is for a woman to give birth.
Even though modern medicine is countless times more advanced than before, it still cannot reverse this life phenomenon.
Suddenly.
The cell phone rang. It was the old lady's cell phone.
She answered the phone feebly.
"What?" As soon as the call was connected, a light seemed to shine in the old lady's dull eyes: "Yang Fan and Wen Chu are divorced? Quick, block the news, tell Qianqian to come back, bring 50 billion, and go to the Yang family to propose marriage..."
In mid-air, Liu Qianqian, who was overlooking the scene from a God's perspective, was overjoyed.
Yang Fan is getting divorced. This is my chance. It’s great…
next moment.
Liu Qianqian woke up on the bed in the room on the second floor of Yang Fan's house.
Sitting on the bed, she looked dazed.
Are you dreaming
What the hell, it seemed like the dream happened ten or twenty years later.
The half-truth and half-falseness in the dream is very real.
"Dream in the Shadows of the Tong Tree" is real. After returning from her trip, she asked Yang Fan for the calligraphy.
Just put it up today.
The lights in the room were on, but only Liu Qianqian was there.
Guoguo ran downstairs at some point, and Liu Qianqian could hear the little girl shouting downstairs.
I just wanted to lie down for a while, but I fell asleep unexpectedly.
Not knowing how long she had slept, Liu Qianqian picked up her cell phone and looked at the time.
Fortunately, I only slept for less than twenty minutes.
Liu Qianqian quickly got out of bed and went downstairs to avoid being rude.
The family was chatting together. It was inappropriate for me to hide upstairs since I had just arrived.
"I accidentally fell asleep just now." After coming downstairs, Liu Qianqian felt a little embarrassed and sat next to Yang Fan.
She felt very, very happy because what just happened was just a dream.
"You've been traveling for several hours by car. You must be tired, right?" Yang's mother asked with concern.
Before Liu Qianqian could speak, Yang Fan said to Yang's mother, "Mom, I forgot to tell you that we are flying back to Qianjiang."
"By plane?"
Dad and Mom Yang were very surprised.
"Didn't you drive back?" asked Mother Yang.
"Aunt Thirteen has a plane." Yang Fan said.
Only then did Yang's father and Yang Fan truly feel that Aunt Thirteen was a rich person.
Nowadays, it’s hard to tell whether a person is rich just because he or she has a car.
But if you own a plane, you must be a truly rich person.
"We already have a plane." Mother Yang was not happy, but a little worried.
The idea of marrying well once again struck her mind. Her own family's conditions were too poor, and there was a world of difference between them and the Wen family. Could her son marry into the Wen family's family
"Are you busy lately, uncle and aunt? If not, come back to the main city with us the day after tomorrow, stay for a few days and then come back." Aunt Thirteen extended an invitation to Yang's father and mother.
Guoguo climbed onto Yang Fan's knees and said to Yang's mother, "Grandma, we've moved to a new house. It's big enough for you and Grandpa to live in. Sister Qianqian and Sister Yueyue both have rooms, and I have one too, but I won't live there. I want to share a room with Mom."
Just when Yang Fan was worried that the little girl would say that he also lives in the same room with his mother, the little girl said, "Dad also has his own room. I asked him to live in the same room with my mother and me, but he always refused."
The whole family, except Guoguo, breathed a sigh of relief.
Liu Qianqian seemed more relaxed and happier than Yang Fan's family. Children's words are the most trustworthy.
Dreams are indeed the opposite.
"I'm busy with farming these days and can't go out. When I have time, grandpa and I will go to the main city to see Guoguo." Mother Yang said with a smile.
She is not a woman who covets fame and wealth. If she is greedy, she can only covet what her son gives her.
Although she was quite tempted to take a flight.
Flying is no longer exclusive to the rich, but Yang's mother has never been on a plane.
"Grandma, you must go. Our house is very big. Xigua said that it will look even better when the plants in the garden grow up." Guoguo told her grandma about all the good things about the new home.
After ten o'clock in the evening, seeing that his parents, who were used to going to bed early, were feeling sleepy, Yang Fan asked them to go back to their room and sleep.
He took Guoguo, Aunt Thirteen and Liu Qianqian back to the second floor.
In the yard, in the vegetable garden in the distance, and all over the mountains, there seemed to be more and more fireflies.
Especially on dark and windy nights when the moon is not out, fireflies appear brighter than usual.
"The mountain is so nice, more beautiful than Tongtian Garden." Sitting on the balcony, Aunt Thirteen looked at the scene in front of her with joy.
Liu Qianqian couldn't sit still, she held on to the railing and stared at the world of fireflies without blinking.
"Not necessarily. People here are used to it and would rather move to the district or the city." Yang Fan was not surprised by the night scene before him.
"Is it like this here in the summer?" asked Aunt Thirteen.
"This is my impression. The back mountain is more magical because there is a pond there and there are more fireflies around," said Yang Fan.
"Can we still go see the flowers bloom now?" Aunt Thirteen was eager to go.
Liu Qianqian turned around and said nothing, but her expression showed that she was also ready to make a move.
Looking at Guoguo, who had calmed down in his arms and seemed ready to fall asleep at any moment, Yang Fan thought.
I just went to see the scenery and had to take a shower when I came back.
Nothing was accomplished, it's not worth it!
So he refused: "Tomorrow night, the weather forecast says that the weather will be good tonight, and I can sleep on the roof and watch the stars at night, but not tonight."
"The people in your village are so happy." Liu Qianqian was a little envious.
Yang Fan shook his head: "I remember there were quite a lot of people in the village when I was a kid, but later on there were fewer and fewer."
"Why?" Liu Qianqian asked.
"Is it because the second and third child policies have not been implemented that housing prices are getting higher and higher?" Aunt Thirteen guessed.
Yang Fan said: "This place is only suitable for living for a while. Like many scenic spots, it is not suitable for permanent residence. In the village, not only are young people unwilling to settle down in the mountains after growing up, but even several families who originally lived in the mountains have moved away. I estimated that the permanent population in the village is now half less than when I was a child."
There used to be a village on the opposite hill, but it disappeared later.
There are no ponds or reservoirs on the mountain over there, so it's not suitable for living and working.
"You may not understand it deeply, but for ordinary people, life needs to be down-to-earth and dreams should be more realistic." Yang Fan thought of Wang Shenhai.
I was diagnosed with health problems right after graduation. At that time, the cost was not that much, and it was cured with about ten thousand yuan.
But he just didn't.
We can’t even afford it if we sell all the stuff we have at home.
For rich people, hundreds of thousands of dollars may just be spent on a meal or a brand-name bag.
Even if an ordinary person works hard for several years, he or she may not be able to save that much money.
"Fortunately, every village now has roads, people's living standards have improved, electric cars are cheap, and every household can afford them, making it convenient to go up and down the mountain. If it were like when I was a child, there would only be a few families left in our village now." Yang Fan said as he carried the sleeping Guoguo back to the room and let her go to bed first.
Aunt Thirteen and Liu Qianqian obviously didn't want to sleep yet, and sat around Yang Fan chatting enthusiastically.
The only regret is that there is no tea table, and there is no place to put fruits and snacks. I can't make a pot of tea and have to go downstairs.
If we were in Aunt Thirteen's villa, we could sit down anywhere and drink tea and chat.
Even the garden has pavilions, tea tables, sinks, etc. It doesn't matter if you have fruits and snacks in the house, you can ask artificial intelligence to bring them to you.
A firefly seemed to have lost its way and flew onto Yang Fan's arm.
Liu Qianqian excitedly lay on Yang Fan's arm and observed.
At some point, Yang Fan looked up and saw the sky was full of twinkling, shining little stars, hanging in the sky, shining like many little eyes...