When Zhan Qingyi returned home, Zhan Shuhua came back from the field, his trouser legs were rolled high, and his shoes were covered with mud.

"Dad, how did you get this?"

Zhan Qingyi didn't care about putting down the things in his hand, and hurriedly went over to help him, "Didn't I tell you to stop doing work in the field, why didn't you listen?"

Zhan Shuhua's heart is not very good, he also has kidney problems, he has been taking injections and taking medicine all the year round, he accidentally broke a leg the year before last, and after that, the leg has not been good, and the whole person is so thin that there is no meat in four taels, which makes people feel distressed when they look at it.

"Qingyi, are you back?!" Zhan Shuhua was entering the door step by step, coldly letting people hold him, he had only been looking at his own daughter for a long time, and he was so surprised that he didn't know what to do, "You girl, it's true, don't make a phone call when you come back, I, I haven't prepared anything---"

He was probably so happy that his body was shaking, and tears were streaming down his face.

In the three years that my daughter has been abroad, she has only come back twice, and the last time he saw her was more than a year ago.

Alas, when people are old, they have nothing else to look forward to, as long as the children are all well and come back when they have time, he will be satisfied.

Calculating his age, he is only fifty-two years old this year, but he is already full of gray hair, his face is full of wrinkles, and he usually walks with his back bent, looking like an old dragon.

Life is the heaviest burden, which can weigh down an otherwise strong person to the point that he can't lift his head in this life.

"Dad, look at what you said, and you're not an outsider, what else are you going to prepare?"

Zhan Qingyi's heart was sour, and her throat was uncomfortably blocked, but she tried her best not to let herself cry, otherwise her father would be even more uncomfortable.

No matter when you come back, nothing will change in this home:

It was still a three-room tiled house that was neither wide nor narrow, still a few ordinary pots of flowers in front of the window, and still the big black dog that wagged its tail desperately when he saw her, all of which made her feel distant, but also kind.

"I didn't say that it was an outsider, you said it in advance, I also bought a lot of food---- did you come back by yourself, did Canghai accompany you?"

Zhan Shuhua lifted the corner of his clothes and wiped his tears, looked up at his daughter, his eyes were almost greedy, and he was reluctant to look away.

Life abroad is really not suitable for her daughter, look at how thin she has become, her face is very bad, her eyes are not bright, how she looks like she has suffered a lot of sins.

He and Cheng Canghai's father are old comrades-in-arms and have a good relationship, so he is very relieved to hand over Zhan Qingyi to Cheng Canghai to take with him.

Out of the old man's good intentions, of course he hoped that Cheng Canghai and Zhan Qingyi could be together, and he would be relieved of his concern.

But a few years ago, my daughter was still young, and she went abroad to study three years ago, so this matter was put down.

But now that the people have come back and grown up, it's time to do something happy for them.

"He, the office is busy, he can't leave. As soon as Cheng Canghai was mentioned, Zhan Qingyi's eyes immediately flashed with pain, and he lowered his head, "Dad, you are not in good health, don't do farm work in the future, I have graduated now, I will earn money to support you and my brother in the future, you don't have to work so hard, you know?"

Just now she looked at her father's faltering appearance, and almost burst into tears!

Originally, she wanted to tell her father all the unhappiness in her heart, but now it seems that she still doesn't want it. Dad is old and in such poor health, how can he let his daughter worry about it more?

What's more, even if Li Ziyang told his father, what could he do, he could only worry about getting angry.

"I know, Qingyi, you are very well-behaved, I won't do it in the future," Zhan Shuhua assured like a child, smiling very contentedly, "Qingyi, you have to learn more from Canghai, he cares about you very much, you have been absent for the past few years, he often comes to see me, this child is upright and decent, he is a person worthy of trust, don't miss it, you know?"

Cheng Canghai was raised by him, and he understands his personality.

It's a pity that many things in this world are changing, even Cheng Canghai, who he has always thought is the most credible.

However, the chaotic red dust was too far away from him, and he couldn't feel its change, and he was still guarding his own pure land here, sticking to the beliefs that others had long abandoned.

Is this the sorrow of the previous generation?

"I ...... I know, Dad, you don't have to worry about me," Zhan Qingyi smiled bitterly in his heart, so he looked around the yard casually, "By the way, Dad, did Qingbo call back?"

In addition to her, the Zhan family also has a son, her younger brother Zhan Qingbo, who is a sophomore this year.

People say that "the children of the poor are in charge early", because of the influence of Zhan Qingyi, a good sister, Qingbo has been very sensible since he was a child, and he studied very hard, and was admitted to Xiahua Medical University with excellent results, which made Zhan Shuhua and Zhan Qingyi feel very pleased.

Because he spends all his time studying, and the round-trip fare is expensive, he rarely goes home.

"After playing, he was very happy to know that you came back from abroad, and said that he would come home as soon as he had winter vacation. ”

Zhan Shuhua smiled lovingly, subconsciously touched her daughter's silky hair, and looked very satisfied.

Yes, what is he not satisfied with, his daughter is beautiful and obedient, and his son is so sensible, he finally has such a thing in his life that he does not regret.

"Dad......"

Zhan Qingyi obediently lay on her father's knees, the feeling in her heart is really indescribable, for so many years, her father has been boiling alone, maybe----

"Dad, don't be angry if I tell you something, Mom has been gone for fifteen years, don't you want to find another partner?"

People say that young couples are old companions, and my father has worked hard all his life, but he has no one to rely on when he is old, which makes her feel pain in her heart every time she thinks about it.

Zhan Shuhua was silent, his thin hands shaking, "...... Say this...... What are you doing, it's all over......"

A lot of things have passed and there is no way to do it again.

He has experienced too much in this life, and he didn't want to mention emotional matters more than ten years ago, so why bother himself.

As long as his daughter and son can be healthy, won't he be able to live a day and do so much.

The old man and the young were speechless all of a sudden, and there was not a trace of wind between heaven and earth, as if they were mourning something together, or reminiscing about something......

Early the next morning, Zhan Qingyi ate a few bites of food and got on the bus back. I wanted to spit out my bitterness with my father, but I didn't expect to see my father's old appearance, and her heart became heavier and more sad.

She thought about it all night and figured out something: she should grow up, she should take all the responsibilities by herself, all the wind and rain, and she can't rely on her father forever.

Forget it, she has to face everything herself, she believes she can do it.

Zhan Shuhua looked at the car that was gradually moving away, and frowned tightly. Although his daughter didn't say anything, he didn't have been a father for more than 20 years in vain, and he could definitely see that his daughter had something on her mind, and it was very serious.

"Could it be...... Did you quarrel with Canghai...... No, it looks like I have to go into the city and ask Canghai for clarification......"

He thought, muttering, and slowly went home step by step.