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After Fang Hongda finished speaking, he stood up, sighed and said to Han Xuehua:

"Xiaohua, you don't have to ask what happened to the third brother back then, but you are living too hard now! Let's go to Banyan City! The third brother has no other abilities, but it must be no problem to take care of your mother and son! ”

Fang Hongda is indeed a person who values love and righteousness, if Han Xuehua really arrives in Rongcheng, once the Han family knows about it, it may misjudge Fang Hongda's actions, which may cause new friction between the two families. But Fang Hongda didn't think about it that much.

Han Xuehua lowered his head and said softly:

"Third brother, I appreciate your kindness. I'm living a good life now, and my son has grown up and has a good future. We can take care of ourselves. ”

Fang Hongda doesn't say that it doesn't mean that Han Xuehua doesn't know, she also grew up in a big family, and she is naturally clear about the subtle relationship. She is an abandoned daughter of a family, and she can't affect the third brother anymore. Moreover, Han Xuehua had also secretly decided to instruct Fang Yang to communicate with the Fang family less, so as not to affect others.

"Third brother, I still have pigs to feed, and you are very busy with work, so I won't keep you." Han Xuehua also stood up, walked over and struggled to pick up the basket of pigweed, and staggered towards the pigsty.

Fang Hongda looked at this dilapidated courtyard, sighed secretly in his heart, shook his head slightly, stood up and walked towards the door. Before going out, Fang Hongda stopped and looked back and said:

"Xiaohua, a week ago, Han Wenhai was sent from the capital to Nanpu County to serve as the deputy secretary of the county party committee, and now he has arrived."

Han Xuehua's figure paused, but soon nodded slightly, and then continued to carry the basket towards the pigsty, never looking back. Fang Hongda shook his head slightly, raised his feet and left the small courtyard of Han Xuehua's house.

As soon as he went out, Guan Weiping and the guards immediately greeted him. Everyone didn't ask much, and walked towards the car with Fang Hongda in their arms.

Han Xuehua looked at the fat pigs feasting in the pigsty, but there were many thoughts in his heart.

They finally found me...... But why did the eldest brother put Wenhai in Nanpu to serve?

Han Xuehua was puzzled, her brows frowned slightly, and she fell into deep contemplation. At this time, the pig had already eaten the pigweed in the trough, and Han Xuehua still turned a blind eye. The fat pig snorted a few times dissatisfied, and Han Xuehua woke up suddenly, and hurriedly added a few more handfuls of pigweed to it.

At this time, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in Han Xuehua's mind, and some joints suddenly broke through. A look of excitement appeared on her face, and she muttered to herself:

"It turns out that my eldest brother has always cared about me...... But why is this time to send Wenhai down? Could it be Dad's body......"

Han Xuehua had already guessed the intention of the eldest brother Han Lingfei to arrange it like this, and suddenly a burst of inexplicable sadness surged in his heart, he had been away from home for more than 20 years, and the admiration in his heart continued unabated, Han Xuehua dreamed every day that he wanted to be by his parents' side and accompany the old man and the old lady to take care of his life, but Han Xuehua's temperament Han Xuehua knew best, and he might not see the old man in his life.

Now that the Han family moves frequently, there is only one possibility, that is, the old man's body may not be able to hold on, and he needs to make some layouts in advance. After Mr. Han retired from the second line, he rarely appeared in the public eye. Han Xuehua pays attention to the news every day, and in the past, he could occasionally see the old man's dignity on TV, but recently, the old man has never appeared on TV......

Han Xuehua came from the sadness, and after hastily feeding the pigs, he turned around and walked back to the house alone.

The first floor of the bungalow has a hall in the middle, and a small room on each side. The furnishings in the hall are extremely simple, with a dilapidated square table, a few wooden chairs, and the New Year's pictures pasted on the wall have been curled and yellowed, and they look like they have been for many years. There was an offering table against the wall, and the red paint had fallen off a lot, and it was full of mottled marks. There was a black-and-white portrait hanging above the offering table, and a young face showed a faint smile, as if looking at Han Xuehua. The person on the portrait is seven or eight points similar to Fang Yang.

Han Xuehua took out three sticks of incense from under the offering table and lit them, carefully inserted them into the incense burner, and then took out a white silk scarf from his pocket, gently wiped the spotless remains, and muttered:

"Brother Zhiyuan, the third brother of the Fang family in the capital came to see me today. He said that Yang Yang's expression was very good, and he also won a gold medal in the calligraphy and painting competition, and was accepted as a disciple by Master Bai Yan. My son is so good, you can rest assured under Jiuquan! ”

Han Xuehua paused, and then continued:

"In addition, the people of our Han family seem to already know that I am in Nanpu, and Wenhai has been sent over to be the deputy secretary of the county party committee...... When I left home, Wen Hai was only three years old, and his aunt called me every day! In the blink of an eye, he became the deputy secretary of the county party committee, how can we not be old? ”

When he said this, Han Xuehua showed a sad look on his face, and said in a low tone:

"Brother Zhiyuan, maybe my father's body can't hold on, he is eighty-nine years old this year, do you think I'm very unfilial? He said a word of anger, and I ran away from home, and I didn't go back to see him for twenty-five years...... But Brother Zhiyuan, I ran out with you, and I don't regret it at all, really! The two of us came to Nanpu, where we were unfamiliar with each other, and worked hard for life together, and later we had Yangyang ......"

Han Xuehua said as she spoke, tears appeared in her eyes, but a happy smile appeared on her face, and she continued:

"Although you left our mother and son early, I am still grateful to you. When I was with you, I knew what true happiness is! Maybe this happiness is short-lived, but it is enough for me to relive for the rest of my life...... Brother Zhiyuan, I miss my parents and relatives at home very much now, but I can't go back to the capital......"

Han Xuehua began to sobb quietly.

……

Fang Yang left the hotel and waved at the door to stop a three-wheeled motorcycle. This is also one of the characteristics of Nanpu, the county is very small, in addition to the three buses, the most convenient means of transportation is this kind of three jumpers. Fang Yang's family lives on the outskirts of the city, and the bus line cannot be reached, so there is only one option to go home.

The three-wheeled motorcycle moved flexibly through the rolling traffic, and Fang Yang was worried for a while. The master of the motorcycle seems to have become accustomed to this kind of traffic situation, and he looks dangerous but always has a calm expression. Fang Yang looked at the pedestrians on the street outside, and also had a strong curiosity about the mother in this life who was about to meet.

In the memory left by his predecessor, his father died of illness early, so the impression is very weak, while the impression left by his mother to his predecessor is mostly that of hard work. But in the memory of his predecessor, Fang Yang still found some things that made his mother different. For example, no matter how dirty and tiring the work is, every time I go home, my mother will always take care of herself clearly, and her hair will be combed meticulously, even if it is late and she doesn't need to go out, but it is still the same; Also, Fang Yang remembered that Han Xuehua often cried secretly at a small black box when he was alone, which his predecessor saw by chance.

Fang Yang's heart was also full of expectations. The three-wheeled motorcycle gradually drove out of the city, and the road was quite bumpy. The closer he got to home, the more excited Fang Yang became.

He could already see his small low bungalow from a distance, and Fang Yang vaguely saw a car parked near his house, and several people were getting into the car.

Who is this? Fang Yang muttered in his heart.

This area of my home is relatively remote, and most of the people who live in it are vegetable farmers. And there are only two families further from Fang Yang's house, and these two families have basically gone out to work, how can there be a car coming over at this time? Fang Yang also had doubts in his heart.

After thinking about it, the sedan drove over towards the three-wheeled motorcycle, and Fang Yang saw that it was a black ordinary Santana with a Rongcheng license plate, which was not good-looking, and the car was made of dark film, and it was not very real to see who was sitting inside.

The two cars staggered by, kicking up a large cloud of dust, and the driver of the motorcycle let go of one hand to cover his mouth and nose while cursing a few words in a low voice. Fang Yang smiled when he saw this, and he didn't think much about it.

Soon arrived at the door of the bungalow, Fang Yang paid and got out of the car, and shouted at the door:

"Mom! I'm back! ”

Thinking of Han Xuehua's kindness to his predecessor, Fang Yang's heart also felt a warm current, after all, in this life, she is his mother.

Han Xuehua was wiping the portrait, and suddenly heard Fang Yang's shout, hurriedly put the portrait back and put it away, wiped his tears, and rushed out of the house in a few steps, although Fang Yang was surprised that he suddenly came home, but he hadn't seen his son for half a year, and the joy in his heart was irrepressible.

"Yangyang!" Han Xuehua saw standing at the door smiling, remembering what Fang Hongda said about Fang Yang's deeds just now, his heart was also happy, and tears suddenly flowed down.

Fang Yang hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Han Xuehua's shoulders and said:

"Mom! Why are you crying? Are you not happy that I'm back? ”

Han Xuehua hurriedly wiped her tears, with tears in her eyes, and said with a smile:

"Rejoice! Glad! Mom is just so happy...... Yangyang, have you eaten it? Mom cooks meat swallows for you! ”

After speaking, he was about to go back to the house to get food for Fang Yang, Fang Yang grabbed Han Xuehua with tears and laughter, and said:

"Mom...... You don't want to see what time it is? Can I not eat it? Don't be busy! ”

Han Xuehua smiled embarrassedly and said:

"Look, mom is so happy! Yangyang, tired! Come in and take a break! ”

Fang Yang looked at Han Xuehua's happy appearance, and his heart was also moved. I was quite envious of my predecessor in my heart, although Fang Yang was born rich and noble in his previous life, he had a lot of rules in the big family, Fang Yang also received a strict education since he was a child, and the expression of feelings between relatives would never be as revealing as this.

Actually, it's good to be an ordinary person! Such a thought suddenly popped into Fang Yang's mind.

After sitting down in the hall, Han Xuehua was busy pouring a glass of water for Fang Yang, looked his son up and down, and said:

"Yangyang, you have lost a lot of weight, did you not eat well at school? Is there not enough money? ”

Han Xuehua actually wanted to ask Fang Yang what happened during this time, but she couldn't speak, she didn't want Fang Yang to know about the Han family, and naturally she couldn't let him know about Fang Hongda's door.

"No! I'm doing well in Banyan City and making a lot of money! Fang Yang took a sip of water and said, "Mom, I came back this time to take you to Rongcheng to live with you!" ”