After staying in his hometown for two days, Yang Fan set out back to the mountain city.
After going back home, he felt as if his soul was cleansed and he felt light.
The goals of life have also become clearer.
Make more money, pay off the family debt first, then save up and buy a house.
A set in Shancheng is a must.
I also have to buy a house in Qianjiang for my parents to live in.
The two elders said that when Yang Fan gets married and settles down in the mountain city in the future, they will not come to live with him.
Their roots are in Qianjiang and they cannot leave.
At most, you can live in the district and retire.
The scenery and air in the mountains are nice, but daily necessities are definitely not as convenient as in the district.
If Yang Fan and his wife have children and need their parents to take care of them, Yang's father and mother agree to come and take care of them.
His parents had very beautiful thoughts, and Yang Fan couldn't help but feel happy whenever he thought of them.
This is also the ordinary life he wants.
A capable man will never have trouble finding a girlfriend or wife.
Yang Fan is not worried that no girls will like him.
My mother said that if you love sincerely, your love will be wonderful.
It was already five o'clock in the afternoon when we returned to Shancheng Railway Station.
Aunt Thirteen wanted to pick up Yang Fan, but Yang Fan refused and did not tell her the train number and arrival time.
Aunt Thirteen suggested that Liu Qianqian, who had already returned to Shancheng to work, should be asked to pick him up, but Yang Fan disagreed even more.
It’s almost the same when Liu Yueyue comes.
But Liu Yueyue is now busier because of the popularity of her new song and is not in Shancheng.
There is no reason for the company not to arrange announcements for her when her new song becomes popular and her value rises.
Dragging his suitcase, Yang Fan returned to his home.
Before opening the door, I turned around and saw the scene in the living room of Aunt Thirteen's house next door.
I don’t know when a treadmill appeared in the corner of the living room.
The treadmill was on, and Golden Retriever and Gungun were running on it with their long tongues hanging out, grunting.
Sanbao squatted aside, staring with wide eyes.
Guoguo was also there, sitting on the ground and stacking blocks.
The TV on the wall was on. Liu Qianqian was wearing flannel pants and a pleated skirt. Her long legs were placed on the coffee table. She was leisurely reading an unknown book. Intellectuality and sensibility coexisted, fashion and classicism coexisted, and implicitness and boldness were combined.
Beautiful and elegant girls seem to be so attractive no matter what they wear or what they do.
"Brother, brother, you're back!" Guoguo was the first to discover that Yang Fan had returned from his hometown. He immediately dropped his building blocks and ran towards him.
She fell once in the middle, but quickly got up and continued running.
Liu Qianqian just glanced at Yang Fan and ignored him.
I'm just here to play with Guoguo and have a meal, not to look for you.
"Brother, don't you miss Guoguo? Why did you take so long to come back?" Holding Yang Fan's thigh, Guoguo looked up and asked him.
Although her tone was questioning, her eyes were full of happiness.
Yang Fan had already opened the door, picked up Guoguo with one hand, dragged the suitcase into the house with the other hand, and said with a smile: "Think about it, let me count, well, I have thought about Guoguo a thousand times in the past two days, what about you, Guoguo?"
Sitting on Yang Fan's arm, Guo Guo counted on his fingers, thought seriously for a while, and said, "I think of my brother three thousand times, more than my brother."
"Three thousand is indeed more than one thousand. Guoguo won. What reward do you want?" After entering the room, Yang Fan put down his suitcase and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.
"I want to go to the north." Guoguo expressed his wish for the Gregorian New Year.
"Why are we going to the north?" Yang Fan asked while washing his hands after putting Guoguo down.
"Mom said it's snowing there," said Guoguo.
"Does Guoguo like snow?" Yang Fan asked.
"Yes." Guoguo nodded repeatedly: "I want to plant myself in the snow."
"Why?" Yang Fan asked with a smile.
"Because next spring many of me will grow up. One will help me go to school, one will help me deal with my mother's beatings and scoldings, and one will help me..." Guoguo listed many of his tasks in one breath.
Yang Fan asked curiously: "What about you? What are you doing?"
Guoguo said seriously: "I eat candy, watch cartoons, and eat the delicious food that my mother doesn't allow me to eat."
Yang Fan laughed and said, "In that case, the love that brother and mother give to Guoguo will be divided up a lot, and you will get less. Are you still willing to plant so many of yourself?"
Guoguo was stunned, then said in fear: "Then don't mention me so much, brother can only love me, not others."
The little girl's beautiful dream was shattered just like that.
After packing up, Yang Fan went to Aunt Thirteen's house. Dasheng and Gungun were still running with a huff.
Aunt Thirteen came out of the kitchen: "You're back."
"Yeah." Yang Fan looked at Dasheng and GunGun. The two dogs were looking at him pitifully while running.
Yang Fan couldn't help but ask Aunt Thirteen: "Why did you think of buying a treadmill?"
Aunt Thirteen glared at Dasheng and Gungun fiercely and said, "I haven't taken them out to play these past few days, so they have too much energy. Yesterday, when Guoguo and I were not at home, they tore apart the sofa."
Yang Fan looked at the sofa.
The sofa cushions were new and the sofa looked new too.
"They deserve to be punished. They only bought the sofa a few months ago." Yang Fan didn't feel sorry for Monkey King and GunGun at all.
If you keep ruining the house like this, sooner or later you will be cooked by Aunt Thirteen.
He walked over to the sofa, bent down and looked at the new sofa.
"What... are you doing?" Liu Qianqian, who was putting her legs on the coffee table, got goose bumps all over her body, her face turned red, and she hurriedly put her legs down.
"Oh, sorry." Yang Fan looked apologetic, forgetting that Liu Qianqian was sitting on the sofa in her skirt.
That’s not a big deal, she even put her legs on the coffee table.
"You...you..." Liu Qianqian's ears turned red: "Rogue, pervert..."
"I didn't see anything." Yang Fan said truthfully: "It's not summer now, and you are wearing fleece pants."
Liu Qianqian felt like her thighs were covered with ants. She couldn't sit or stand. Her face flushed: "Shut up!"
Aunt Thirteen quickly came out to smooth things over: "Qianqian, why are you so angry? You've been playing for so long, it's okay for your boyfriend to take a look."
Liu Qianqian was speechless and ran into the guest room with a red face, feeling aggrieved.
Thirteenth Aunt looked at Yang Fan with a questioning look, how come they have been playing for so long, and just by looking at each other for a while, Qianqian is still shy
So when can we get married
Yang Fan said he didn't know and he was innocent.
When Aunt Thirteen turned off the treadmill, GunGun was already as tired as a dead dog. He lay there in a utterly ungraceful manner, sticking out his tongue and gasping for breath.
The Monkey King also stuck out his long tongue and walked towards the balcony tremblingly.
Even until dinner time, the Monkey King still refused to go back to the house. He sat on the balcony looking at the lights of thousands of homes and no matter how much he was coaxed, he refused to come back for dinner.
GunGun imitated the Monkey King. When he was angry, he would not eat and would watch the fireworks in half of the city with the Monkey King.
After dinner, Yang Fan went to the balcony again to coax Dasheng and GunGun.
“The spring breeze and I are both passers-by, while you embrace the stars with the autumn water. I am lucky to meet you, even though…” Yang Fan looked at the river and stroked the Monkey King’s head.
Before he could finish his words, Gungun snorted, shook his head and laughed at Yang Fan, saying, "We are dogs, we won't buy it."