Yang Ping took Yang Yi's hand and looked at the courtyard of the palace-like house, a pair of Danfeng eyes looked very confused, as if he was in a sweet dream and was a little reluctant to wake up.

Yang An walked upstairs and downstairs with his hands behind his back, like a king inspecting his own territory, and the new servants followed and waited carefully, his expression was more nervous than serving Yang Yi, obviously feeling that this third young master might be the most difficult one in the family.

Yang Yi looked at them and smiled happily, this good day finally came, although not in the way he wanted.

After the freshness passed, Yang An and Yang Ping went downstairs, anxious to start preparing the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, and with the big house, they all thought of it lively.

When he heard that the servants had already begun to prepare, and they didn't have to do anything and waited to eat ready-made, Yang An Yang Ping's little face began to be full of disappointment, because in previous years, the family prepared the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, rolled the dumpling skin and made the dumplings with the filling, and the family started talking together, although it was leisurely, but it always felt almost interesting.

"What's this!"

Looking at the expressions of the two, Yang Yi said funny: "If you want to do it yourself, go and help, this is our own home, you can do whatever you want!" ”

Hearing this, Yang Ping cheered and rushed to the kitchen, which was her favorite place.

"Hey......"

Yang An looked at his sister's back and shook his head, then looked at Yang Yi and said, "Big brother, second brother doesn't seem to be very happy......

"I'll take a look, and if you want to help, go and help!"

Yang Yi had already noticed that after entering the house, Yang Kuan looked a little depressed, and with the help of the servants, he went upstairs to choose a room, and then did not come out again, and went upstairs after greeting Yang An.

Yang Kuan sat in front of the window, looking at the street outside the window through the glass, with a gloomy expression.

This small building is not only thousands of times better than the previous dilapidated courtyard, even if it is much more beautiful than the small building of Song Jiawen's family, the small house in the village cannot be compared with this small building.

In the past, Yang Kuan dreamed of living in such a house, but now he can't help but miss the small house in the village, as well as the small courtyard where he lived before, although it is broken, although it is small, there is no electric light, and there is no such wide glass window, which looks black and rumbling as soon as he enters the house, but he always feels that those places are his home, and here, no matter how big and spacious and bright it is, he can't find the taste of home.

Yang Yi knocked on the door and came in, looked at Yang Kuan in front of the window and then walked over, standing side by side with him, looking out the window.

"You don't have to explain anything to me......" Yang Kuan said.

Yang Yi nodded and patted Yang Kuan's shoulder, he didn't intend to explain at all, and was silent for a long time before saying, "An An said that when you were in the hospital, there was a girl from the academy who often came to see you?" ”

Yang Kuan nodded with a little blushing and said, "It's called Bai Lan, the classmates in the academy ......"

"She's not in the city, is she? Why don't you pick her up and celebrate the New Year together at home at night? Yang Yi said with a smile.

"I'm just ordinary classmates with her, not like you think!" Yang Kuandao, his face was even redder.

"Whatever you want!"

Yang Yi stopped smiling, looked at the city outside the window and said with red eyes for no reason: "If my parents were still alive, how nice it would be, eat Chinese New Year's Eve meals together in the big house......"

Yang Kuan sniffed and said, "I can't even remember what my parents look like......"

When Yang's father and Yang's mother died, Yang Kuan was about the same age as Yang Ping now, and in the blink of an eye, it was more than ten years, and it was normal for him to remember.

But Yang Yi remembers, remembering the way his father ploughed the fields in the field, hunted in the mountains, remembered his mother in Chunmi, feeding pigs, cleaning the house with a broom, and sometimes when he was idle, he quietly smiled and stared at his children......

Thinking that my parents have suffered all their lives and have never enjoyed a single day of happiness, the pain of wanting to raise but not waiting for a kiss will come to me.

Yang Kuan lowered his head and wiped his tears, and it was because he didn't remember his father and mother very much that he was even more sad.

"An An Pingping, they are helping in the kitchen, if the injury is not in the way, go down, I will pick up Jiawen, and let Uncle Fucai and them come over for dinner by the way!"

Yang Yi took a breath, and then went downstairs, he knew that his father and mother must hope that his son would have a good life and live in a big house to eat and drink well, but he was not sure if his father and mother would be happy if he knew how this big house came about.

But he knows that his parents want their children to live well, and no matter how hard they suffer, as long as they know that the children are doing well, it doesn't matter.

Song family building.

Song Jiawen got up early for the first time and put on the best clothes, the white velvet collar of the jacket lined her delicate face, and the face of the girl in the mirror was peach blossoms.

Then she waited happily, from morning to afternoon.

So the pretty face like a peach blossom darkened, and she got angry.

She was so angry, Song Fucai and the others, who were originally happy to come over and prepare the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner together, trembled and trembled, no matter what they did, they didn't dare to make a loud noise, and then looked out of the door from time to time, and said in their hearts This Yang Yi, don't be that Chen Shimei as soon as you become Yang Ye, right? Otherwise, how can you make the young lady wait for half a day?

Seeing Yang Yi come in, Song Fucai and the others were a little envious and a little flattering, and came up to say hello, while snorting at Song Jiawen.

Song Jiawen, who was looking forward to wearing it, had already turned over and didn't look at Yang Yi.

"It's late, it's really busy......"

Yang Yi explained, and then said: "Uncle Fucai, go to my house for the New Year, you should have come over a long time ago to invite, and you haven't been freeing up your hands......"

Although I knew that Yang Yi had become Yang Ye, I didn't know that he had moved again, and it was a little crowded for so many people to go to the small courtyard where they lived before, but thinking that the craftsmanship of a group of old men was really not very good, it was far inferior to Yang Ping and Yang An's craftsmanship, but I didn't object, but Song Jiawen didn't speak, so no one dared to move.

"You follow Wan Tao first, we'll come later!" Yang Yi said.

Seeing that Song Jiawen finally didn't raise an objection, Song Fucai and the others went out in a swarm, leaving an empty yard for Yang Yi, so that he could also be cheeky to persuade Song Jiawen.

"I'm really busy, it's not that I forgot to come to you......"

Yang Yi sat in front of Song Jiawen flatteringly and said softly: "The affairs of the Guo family, the affairs of Xiao Laojiu, although they have been resolved, they must be closed, and I will come as soon as I am done......"

"It's the first time I've celebrated the New Year with you!"

Song Jiawen glared at Yang Yi stupidly, and then said, "Those things are all solved?" ”

"Some of the things that should be dealt with have been dealt with, and the rest of the things will be visited in a few days!"

Yang Yi squeezed Song Jiawen's hand and said softly: "Don't be angry, Pingping An'an and they are already making dumplings or something, and if it's too late, there will only be food left on the table, so it's boring......"

"I'm too lazy to be angry with you!"

Song Jiawen said, and then got up happily and left, boasting about her dumpling making skills and the like,

She was angry because she felt that she had been left out, and now that Yang Yi was soft, she immediately threw that bit of sulking out of the clouds......