The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

Chapter 258 Meeting three years in advance

In front of a small two-story foreign-style building somewhere in the capital.

The dining table in the room was covered with a snow-white tablecloth, and a flame as big as a pea was flickering on the trident-shaped candlestick.

As the hostess kept moving from the kitchen to the dining table, the flames seemed to feel the presence of the wind, swaying as if they were about to go out at any time.

A middle-aged man with glasses danced from the study to the living room. The collar of a camel sweater and the collar of a white shirt were exposed. He was holding a slender wine bottle with bright red liquid in the bottle. The bottle was undulating like waves, but it was blocked by the wooden cork at the mouth of the bottle, so not a drop was spilled.

The middle-aged woman who is bending over to serve food on the table is wearing a snow-white apron and a fashionable woolen sweater. Although she is already in her forties, she looks well-maintained and looks like she is in her 30s. In the living room There was an off-white woolen coat hanging on the clothes rack, and it looked like she had changed it too.

Seeing her husband take out the precious red wine from the cupboard as if he was still young, she looked at him angrily and pursed her lips in a helpless smile.

"Darling, this is the only bottle of wine I brought back. Are you sure you want to open it today?"

"On such an important day, you have to drink a glass of wine with me. It's time to taste the sweetness of this bottle of Mosel wine with you!"

The middle-aged man gently kissed the middle-aged woman's cheek and spoke meaningfully in her ear.

Under the background of the candlelight, the woman who couldn't dodge and was attacked by her husband had a slight blush on her face like she was when she was young. She stretched out her left hand and pushed her naughty husband slightly, with a shining star on her ring finger. ring.

"Your daughter is still here. She really is still outside. She has gone home. Be honest!"

The middle-aged man who was pushed away didn't mind. With a mischievous smile on his face, like a child who had stolen candy, he picked up the folded napkin on the table and gently wiped the mouth of the red wine bottle.

The lady next to her quickly took out the red wine bottle opener from somewhere in the kitchen with cheerful steps, rinsed it with the faucet, wiped it clean and handed it to her waiting husband. Facing his fiery gaze, the lady glared at him. With one glance, he took off his apron.

"Xiaomei, I really can't get enough of you. The most correct decision in my life is to marry you, my goddess!"

"Do you regret coming back with me?"

Facing her husband, who was opening a wine bottle and speaking love words to her, the lady put her hands on her husband's shoulders and asked softly.

"Why regret it? Wherever you are, whether it is the capital or Peanutton, it is my paradise!"

"Bo~!"

As the cork was pushed out by the gas from the mouth of the bottle, it made a long sound. The middle-aged man touched his cheek, smiled, took off the cork, and placed it on the edge of the table.

"Dear daughter, have you really decided not to come down and taste this sumptuous dinner that your mother has worked so hard to prepare?"

The lady and her husband sat at the table. The husband looked at the knives and forks on both sides of the plate, then at the chopsticks beside him, raised his eyebrows, and then picked up the pair of chopsticks.

"Dad, you eat first, I'll be finished soon!"

The lady looked at her husband with a wry smile. This family, and this daughter, was out of tune with the couple's life.

"Life should have a sense of ritual. This delicious food on the table won't be worthy of the red wine when it's cold. Let's eat it first!"

The collision of goblets made a crisp sound. The poetic life of the old couple seemed so incompatible with the slogan on the bulletin board not far from the door.

"Bang, bang~!"

Footsteps came down quickly from upstairs. Ran Qiuye, who was wearing two pigtails, looked at the Western-style lifestyle of his parents in the living room downstairs. The eyebrows on his forehead gradually wrinkled, and the document bag held in his arms gradually moved from his chest. Drop down.

"Oh~ dear, look, your daughter seems to have finally finished her work during the holidays. I think you can help her move the chair!"

"Are you two done? Can you talk to me properly? Dad, can you wipe the lipstick marks on your face? This is China, not abroad. If people see it, they might say something to you!"

Rolling his eyes, Ran Qiuye took the file bag and glanced at the food on the table. He instantly lost his appetite. He seemed to have delayed the two of them in their world and was the redundant one.

"Put down your things first and come here quickly! Your dad has long been dissatisfied with you staying in the bedroom all day during the holidays. Life is life, work is work, don't let work affect your life...!"

"I'm going out to deliver the compiled materials to you!"

Feeling that it was in conflict with the educational philosophy he had received, Ran Qiuye opened his lips slightly, knowing that he could not explain to them clearly, so he interrupted his mother's long education with a slight headache.

"NO, NO!"

"Dear daughter, I object to you going out after dark. Pedestrians in the night will take off their gentleman's coat and reveal their true colors!"

The middle-aged man put down his unfamiliar chopsticks, wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, and said with a frown.

"This is the capital, not a foreign country. It's safe here. There are no shootings or other things like you mentioned. Here we are demolishing that!"

Ran Qiuye, who was pouting, said in disgust. Seeing that he and the old couple were confused, he simply went to the door to pick up his shoes as if he was blocked.

"No, no, there were shootings in the newspapers a few days ago. A worker in the factory actually shot and killed a criminal on the street. Although it is normal in Amerikan, here it is obviously not as you said. It’s so safe, I swear!”

The middle-aged man looked at his daughter's willful look, shrugged his shoulders, and stood up from the dining table.

"Pitty theft was normal years ago. There were more thieves in Yingjiang. Didn't you say that there were thieves under that iron tower!"

"That iron tower is in Perui or not in Americen. Those guys who deserve to be hanged, your mother and I had our wallets under the tower patronized by them."

"Okay, okay, don't talk to me about this. I can't eat your food. I have to move out sooner or later to make room for you two!"

After changing her shoes and looking at her father standing in front of the corridor, Ran Qiuye opened the door and walked out.

"Darling, it seems our daughter has grown up~!"

"I still feel a little uneasy. I want to go there and see for myself. There must be a lot of homeless people in this ice and snow!"

Picking up the clothes and hat from the hangers in the bedroom, Ran Qiuye's father followed his daughter's steps and walked out of the courtyard.

Ran Qiuye's mother's right hand was half-supported on the wall. She watched her husband catch up with her daughter and walked out side by side, with a worried look on her face.

"Why are you following me? I can take it there by myself~!" White mist came out of his mouth, and Ran Qiuye stuffed his scarf tighter. He looked at his father's clothes and frowned as he looked incompatible with the pedestrians around him. .

"Since it is a holiday, I still hope you can spend time with your mother. She is outside and has been hoping for a family reunion."

The middle-aged father, wearing a black leather glove, held a putty hat in his right hand, slightly apologizing to his daughter for complaining, and then started talking to her about everyday things.

"Those children will have to pay school fees after the Chinese New Year. I have to hurry up and understand the matter so that I can celebrate the Chinese New Year and their families can celebrate the Chinese New Year with peace of mind."

Ran Qiuye walked forward two chapters holding the file bag in his arms, walking in a hurry, as if he wanted to get rid of his father who was following him.

"I'm very sympathetic to their situation, but the school shouldn't let you deal with these issues during the holidays, they can do it before the holidays."

The middle-aged man strode his long legs to catch up with his daughter, spread his hands, and patiently conveyed his values ​​to his daughter.

"Then they also decided to donate before the holidays. They also went to express condolences to employees in need during the Chinese New Year. No one has any objections. I am the only one who has objections. Please don't mess with the work I finally assigned. !”

"The purpose of their factory owners in doing this is to make the workers in the factory work honestly and not to go on strike all the time. After all, the losses to them will be even greater!"

"Oh, are you bothered? There is no strike here. The strike was more than ten years ago to oppose capitalist exploitation. Now we are different. Who has nothing to do to go on strike? People donate tuition fees to schools. What does the strike have to do with it!"

Ran Qiuye stopped and looked at his father with a speechless expression. He was looking forward to a family reunion at first, but now he is reunited, but he always feels that there is a huge gap in their thoughts and he cannot communicate at all.

"I am going to a colleague's house. If you follow me like this, it will only make them think that I am not mature enough to do this job!"

Seeing that her father was still following her persistently, Ran Qiuye pouted and said helplessly.

"No, it is normal in any country for a daughter to go out at night and her father to accompany her. This cannot be confused with whether she can do her job!"

In front of the courtyard door, Huang Yaqin touched her chubby belly, stuck out her tongue, stood on tiptoes and patted Li Feng's shoulder, who was standing at the door.

"Just a few dumplings. If I see how anxious and stingy you are, I'll make them for you when I get home and take them to you for lunch!"

"It's not a matter of a few dumplings. If a child doesn't have enough to eat or is greedy, he begs my mother for a few. Do you think my mother will not give them to you?"

"In the past, Li Nan's snacks and salted fish were stolen by their children. The family can't control it. Do you think you will steal money when you grow up?"

Seeing Huang Yaqin's naive and kind-hearted appearance, Li Feng patted his forehead and asked two questions that confused the girl.

"No, if the family doesn't care, then this won't work. If the tree is not repaired, it won't grow crooked!"

After hesitating for a moment, I realized why Li Feng was so angry. Relationships are really not a stingy thing. Liu Yin had been making dumplings just now, and in the end, the extra dumplings that she couldn't finish were sent directly to Xikuoyuan. It didn't look like a small family member was angry.

"What's the point? When I went to the temple fair in the morning, I not only saw your home, but also his home. His father took the two children to my mother to apologize. The two children didn't take it seriously. If it's your fault, wouldn't you be angry? gas!"

"That deserves a beating~!"

Huang Yaqin was dull for a moment, thinking about the time when she and her sister made mistakes when she was a child. The feather duster at home nodded, and her two long braids began to beat with the rise and fall of her head.

"The elders in the family are still protecting her like a treasure, completely unaware of the seriousness of the situation."

Li Feng shook his head, took out a cigarette, and lit it for himself in annoyance.

"Then aunt, why did you say it was your sister who did it!"

"It's not like you're here because you're afraid I'll quarrel. Now you're her heart and soul, a treasure in the palm of her hand!"

"Hate, what did you say!"

After hearing Li Feng's words, the shy Huang Yaqin blushed and hit him.

"Hey, what are you doing, what are you doing, there are outsiders, you two take it easy~ I didn't see anything!"

At this time, He Yuzhu clasped his hands behind his back, like a little old lady, and walked slowly out of the shadows of the corridor. Seeing the two of them flirting, he covered his eyes with his right hand, pretending to be in the corridor. While looking at the people eating melon, they looked confused.

"Shazhu, what's the matter with you? Weren't you in a hurry to go back for dinner just now?"

Yan Jiecheng stepped forward at this time, took out his right hand from his sleeve, jumped out from the shadow of the corridor, pointed at He Yuzhu and asked.

Huang Yaqin, who was opposite, noticed that there were many people outside the door. He quickly hugged Li Feng's arm with his right hand, and patted his chest in panic with his left hand.

"The son's surname in the front yard is Yan Na. Can't I take a walk after dinner?"

Seeing Yan Jiecheng stand up for Li Feng, He Yuzhu rolled his eyes, lowered his right hand from his eyes, and asked Yan Jiecheng with confidence.

Huang Yaqin looked at this scene and hid timidly behind Li Feng. She must have been able to tell that the person speaking was the chef of the Third Canteen.

"Okay, I don't know what you are thinking. Go home if you have nothing to do. It's really not over!"

With a cigarette in his mouth, Li Feng frowned and said vaguely to the two of them, and then walked towards the reverse room. It was time to send the person back, otherwise the parents would have to ask him for the person.

"Hehe, Deputy Section Chief Li, you look very familiar. When can I have your wedding candy?"

He Yuzhu didn't panic at all when his thoughts were revealed. He rubbed his hands and said with a playful smile, causing Yan Jiecheng, who was preparing to go home, to stop in his tracks.

"It looks familiar. We are the head of the department and have a professional counterpart. How about you, when will you find someone in the kitchen? Don't let your sister get married before you do!"

"I'm just telling you, it looks familiar. I'm not in a hurry. My chefs are all married, and they all look like Zhu Bajie and his second aunt. There's no one like Deputy Section Chief Li!"

Listening to He Yuzhu talking about his colleague, Huang Yaqin's eyes showed a trace of doubt. With this guy's mouth in front of him, could he really find a partner? What aunt would ask someone who spoke to poke people's lungs?

"Excuse me, is Teacher Yan's home here?"

At this time, a clear oriole's cry came from the opposite side of the room, and Comrade He Yuzhu looked at the door in astonishment.

(End of this chapter)