Just like the lively movie scene was suddenly turned off, Fang Yixing was still drinking, Zhao Chengcheng was still smiling, Fang Hao was still chewing the bone in his mouth, and Fang Yixin and Fang Yiling were still chatting about everyday things. —
But the sound of the dinner table suddenly stopped, and there was a moment of silence.
Fang Yixing frowned slightly, and Fang Huwei's slightly dark complexion looked even worse.
Fang Huwei had very little contact with that son-in-law, but the pride in the third son-in-law's bones could be felt thousands of miles away.
He is a very traditional man at heart, but he is quite open-minded about whether he mistreats his children's emotional issues. Just beg me to like it, and he will like it along with me.
The daughter behaved very well when she brought Zhou Fan to visit her home for the first time. The young man was handsome, polite and smart. Although I always have liquid arrogance when chatting, isn’t that how young people should behave
Later, Zhou Fan's position under his father's guidance became higher and higher, and he received more and more compliments, and his self-confidence grew even more. This is true in front of outsiders, and it is true in front of one's own family. That would make Mr. Fang Huwei unhappy.
Fang Huweihu stared at Zhou Fan and said, "He thinks it's good to be a teacher. Teaching and educating people will make a difference. If the country cultivates talents, it's a good thing that is looked down upon. Fang Yan's work doesn't bother me." "When they heard that their father was begging to go back to their room, Fang Yixin and Fang Yiling quickly got up and pushed the old man back to the backyard.
Zhou Fan's suggestion was contradicted by his father-in-law, and he felt a little unhappy. He said, "If he asks my father to go against him, the thinking of the older generation will have to change. I think, what time has it been?" ? Is it really a good thing to teach and educate people to cultivate talents for the country? Is it true? Do you have to consider it for your own children?"
"Fang Yan is not young anymore? How much does a month's salary as a teacher cost? How many years of salary can buy a house in Huacheng or Yanjing? There is no house - what will Fang Yan do if he gets married in the future? How many years of salary can he buy? Take it to that village? When the girl came, she saw how remote the village was and was frightened away? "
"Why is the village so bad? Ordinary girls can't get in." Zhao Chengcheng sneered again and again.
"Integrity, he didn't say that the village is not good - but young girls nowadays are willing to live in the city. Who can bear the coldness of that village? They feel fresh after living in that village for three or two days. Can you please live there? After a year and a half, why can't I drive people crazy? Even if Fang Yan takes her with her when he goes to work in Huacheng, wouldn't he have to buy a house in Huacheng?" Fang Yan was worried that the three of them would be there at the wine table. When a quarrel broke out, he quickly stood up to smooth things over, smiled and raised his glass and said: "What my brother-in-law said makes sense, and are you thinking about him? Come on, let him toast Sanwei Yufu."
Zhou Fan raised his glass and clinked it with Fang Yan's, and said, "You think of me as your nephew, so he told me the truth. Please tell me that other children don't need to say that to me? I'll think about it carefully." What he said is that their bank wants to invest over 100 million yuan to set up a financial services company in Mingzhu next year. If I am interested, he will arrange for me to join that service company. Regardless of the future or income, it is definitely better than being a teacher. With his qualifications and achievements in a few years, he will probably be able to buy me an apartment in Mingzhu—"
"Thank you, brother-in-law, he will consider it carefully." Fang Yan nodded with a smile.
Only then was Zhou Fan satisfied, and he looked at Fang Hao and Zhao Chengcheng and said, "We can't always stay in that village. How promising is that village? Yi Jing also told him that that village had been there before. There are many people who are looked down upon. But how many years has it been? Hundreds of years, right? We can’t always hold on to the glory of our ancestors, but we have to look forward, right?”…
Zhao Chengcheng was trembling with anger and deliberately said angrily: "If they want to go out, my brother-in-law must arrange a way for them."
Zhou Fan sensed the hostility in Zhao Chengcheng's words, so he naturally did not want to really help him, and said: "He will arrange it for me when there is a suitable opportunity."
The meal ended a bit unhappily at first. Zhou Fan returned to the room where he and Fang Yiqing lived, lying on the bed and said, "He feels that our family is wrong for his hostility."
"Why am I wrong to be hostile?" Fang Yiqing asked casually as he was packing his luggage.
"When the fortune teller came, he fell down. He could tell whether the boy was really suffering from Fang Yan's legs, otherwise he wouldn't be so excited - my dad said he would arrange a job for Fang Yan. He looked into his eyes as if he wanted to eat him. Didn't he have good intentions? Didn't he need to worry about them? "
Fang Yiqing stopped what she was doing, walked to the bedside and said to her husband warmly: "Zhou Fan, Yanziwu is a very special place. The people there are naturally more proud than they are -"
Zhou Fan sneered and said: "A bunch of bumpkins from a poor country who have never seen the world, what can they be proud of?"
Fang Yuqing sighed softly.
She wanted to discuss this issue with her husband countless times, but she was pushed back every time by those mocking words.
Yes, Yanziwu has been silent for a hundred years, but no, the glory and spirit of the ancestors still exist, and the villagers there have been silently guarding that country and its people with their loyalty and lives.
They have shed blood for that country, they have died for that country, and they have pride and arrogance.
No matter who you are, you should be more tolerant of such a group, allow them to be proud, accept their arrogance, and make them feel that they are respected.
But no, the husband believed what he saw with his own eyes. The mountain villages I saw were so remote, the houses I saw were so old, the village roads I saw were so dilapidated, and the young people I saw huddled in the village catching chickens and dogs doing nothing.
Even his son Zhou Mingli felt disdain for Yanziwu and felt that the village where his mother was born was too poor. She has always wanted to bring her husband and son in and let them beat with the pulse of Yanziwu.
Now it seems that that wish is really difficult to realize.
"Zhou Fan, I should let go of my prejudices, look at it with clear eyes, and think about it with a rational mind. Is Yanziwu really a place worth being proud of—"
Before Fang Yijing finished speaking, the sound of her husband's sleeping snoring could be heard.
At six o'clock in the morning, Fang Yan had already washed up and got up to practice in the yard. After returning home, don’t neglect your time. Grandpa didn't care about anything else, but he was very strict about that one.
Fang Yan had just walked a circle of plum blossom steps, and Fang Yingxiong and Fang Haohan also walked over in casual clothes.
The three of them greeted each other with their eyes, and then started walking.
After a while, Fang Mengying and Fang Mengxiang also came out. Every New Year's Eve, the eldest aunt and the second aunt's family would move into the old house, so Fang Mengying and Fang Mengxiang also had to practice with Fang Yan.
Fang Hao and Zhao Chengxin also wanted to practice kung fu, but they would go to the Fang family martial arts hall to practice kung fu and would not be with those juniors.
Zhou Mingli also got up, wearing a thick down jacket and holding an iPad in his lap.
When he saw Fang Yan leading a group of people to stand, he curled his lips and started to open his iPad and play the game. The sound of the game is turned up very loud, causing a lot of noise to those practicing.
"Can I turn off the sound?" Fang Mengxiang was the least determined. When he heard the battle sounds coming from the game, his attention began to be drawn away.
"What does it have to do with me if he plays his game?" Zhou Mingli naturally would not listen to a child.
"Do I believe he hit me?" Fang Mengxiang said angrily. For Wrong Fang Mengxiang, Zhou Mingli, who is even unsteady when walking, does not deny his wrong legs at all.
"Fang Mengxiang." Fang Yan stood up and said to Fang Mengxiang: "Speak quietly and concentrate. Those noises should be my obstacles - only by overcoming those obstacles can I become a tall man like my father. leg."
Fang Meng admired Fang Yan very much. After listening to Fang Yan's words, she said: "He doesn't want to be as tall as his father, he wants to be as tall as Fang Yan's brother -"
"Okay." Fang Yan nodded with a smile. It feels good to have a die-hard fan at home. "Then practice hard. Don't ask to be disturbed by the noise from the outside world."
"Yes. He will." Fang Mengxiang closed his eyes and stood attentively. Sure enough, I am no longer troubled by external forces.
Zhou Mingli sneered and said, "You can only deceive children."
Zhou Fan drank too much yesterday morning and will get up late tomorrow.
After washing up, he didn't want to stay with the Fang family, so he got up and went for a walk in the village. When he walked to the entrance of the village, he saw rows of cars driving towards the village.
There are cars coming to such a remote and rundown village
When he saw those license plate numbers, his heartbeat could not help but quicken, and his face was full of disbelief. He rubbed his eyes and looked again. The car was correct and the license plate number was correct.
One of the cars had a license plate number that belonged to his boss. Yesterday, he went to the Yanjing Hotel to show his boss a look when he was celebrating the New Year. Why did he come to that poor village
"Did that leader also walk out of that village?" Thinking of that possibility, Zhou Fan's heart beat hard.
The opportunity has come!
Zhou Fan followed the convoy and ran towards the village. He met an old man who picked up dung, pointed at the cars and asked, "Sir, which cars belong to whose family?"
"Whose family is it?" The old man raised his head, glanced at it, and said, "He's going to the Ye family. The third child of the Ye family is back."