Although the suffering, although the vast majority of people are poor, at the time of the New Year, the entire land of China seems to have returned to a bit of joy and vitality, diluting the bitterness accumulated in those hard days.

In this day of suffering mixed with a few traces of joy, the radio station in Zhang Ruxuan's family collection finally sounded again after more than a year.

Hearing the sound of the radio, Zhang Ruxuan burst into tears, how many times he felt that he had lost hope, but now, he saw the dawn again, just like after a long dark night, he finally saw the morning glow that flickered in the sky.

Yang Yi has been very busy all year long, visiting people all day long, and spending a lot of gifts like water.

Although he took over all the industries under Xiao Laojiu's name, the fact that he visited Yu Guanhu, Luoyang Zhu Junlin and other powerful people in the city had eaten the closed-door soup was unintentionally spread out.

Huo Mazi, Ren Wanfang, Deng Tianlin and others had the intention of going it alone after Xiao Laojiu's death, after all, no one wanted to give a large share of their hard-earned money to others for no reason.

It's just because Yang Yi used thunder means in the shortest time after killing Xiao Laojiu to completely crush the delusion of the three people, so that they had to surrender to Yang Yi, but now, the cold reception that Yang Yi suffered in front of Guanhu Luo Yang and others is undoubtedly equivalent to releasing some kind of signal to the three of them, making the minds of the three alive again.

Of course, none of these can be hidden from Yang Yi's eyes, so he went out earlier and earlier in the morning, and came back later and later in the evening.

A lot has changed in the home, and there are many things that haven't changed.

Yang Kuan now stays in the room almost every day, and even the meals are often sent into the room by the next person to eat, of course, the biggest change is Yang Ping, she finally doesn't have to sell cigarettes, but she can't be idle, and she rushes to work with the servants at home all day long, and the courtyard in the kitchen, but Yang An has not changed, and he goes to the Western Medical Hall every day to help, and when he comes back, he holds the various medical books given by Frank and reads them with relish.

Because the Yang family has now become the Yang Mansion, and there are servants in the big house, Song Jiawen has been here all the year, and it seems that she has no intention of leaving.

It's just that Yang Yi is too busy, even if she is busy at home, she doesn't have much time to meet.

It's night, and the lights come on.

Yang Ping yawned, her eyes looked at the light faintly revealed in the upstairs room, which was the light from Yang Kuan and Yang An's room, she also began to miss the past, when there was no electric light to live in a small house, at night the brothers and sisters had a dim oil lamp or read and write or gossip, but now everyone has their own room, and that warm time can never be found again.

"Pingping, go to sleep when you're tired!" Song Jiawen said.

Yang Ping twisted her little head and looked at the night outside, knowing that she couldn't wait for her eldest brother to come back, her little face was full of grievances, and she went upstairs to sleep sullenly.

Song Jiawen sighed, fiddling with the charcoal in the brazier, she could feel Yang Ping's loss, she knew that Yang Yi's brothers and sisters had been living together for their lives, poor but warm, and now the days were rich and noble, but the connection between the heart and the heart was getting farther and farther away.

But she could only sigh, she didn't know whether the current life was good or bad for the family, and she didn't know how to comfort her.

"Miss Jiawen, aren't you still sleeping? Still waiting for your grandfather to come back? ”

A servant got up at night and looked at the figure of Song Jiawen, who was sitting alone in the hall, and asked with concern.

"I can't sleep, you don't have to worry about me!"

Song Jiawen said, thinking that she was waiting alone here, a little sad, but also a little sweet.

Lingling's car finally sounded, and Yang Yi returned.

"Master, then I'll pick you up later tomorrow?" Wan Tao Road.

"Well, be careful when you go back!"

Yang Yi smiled, gave Wan Tao a dollar and said, "Buy some supper when you go back, I guess you're hungry too!" ”

Wan Tao agreed with a smile, and then ran away.

Yang Yi turned around and saw Song Jiawen leaning on the threshold, the light shot out from behind her, and the slender figure pulled out a long distance.

He walked over and said with some distress: "I said that you don't have to wait for me to ......"

Song Jiawen smiled softly, I didn't say that if you don't come back, where can I sleep like this, just go and get a basin, a towel, clean shoes, etc., and wash Yang Yi.

Yang Yi looked at her back, her eyes were full of tenderness, at this moment, Song Jiawen, like every tame wife, no longer had the willfulness and squeamishness of the eldest lady, and felt that no matter how hard it was, it was worth it.

After washing, the two snuggled up and sat by the brazier, did not speak for a long time, and quietly let the time pass.

"Kuankuan has been in a bad mood lately......"

It wasn't until she was about to go upstairs that Song Jiawen said: "He stayed in the room all day after coming back from school, and he didn't come down to eat with everyone......

When she said this, she looked at Yang Yi with some sadness, because she knew that Yang Kuan had become like this, she should have heard some gossip in the academy.

Yang Yi smiled and asked Song Jiawen not to worry about this.

He knew about Yang Kuan's changes, but he didn't explain anything, he believed that one day, Yang Kuan would understand himself.

"Tomorrow on the first day of school, do you want me to send you there?"

Yang Yi asked, Yang Kuan has been plagued by rumors, if he sends Song Jiawen to the academy, I am afraid that Song Jiawen will inevitably be affected by rumors.

Human words are terrible, and they have been so since ancient times.

"Yes!"

Song Jiawen said arrogantly: "Not only do you want to send me over, but you also want you to pull the car to send me over - the famous Yang Ye, you won't be able to pull this face, right?" ”

Yang Yi laughed out loud, this is what he likes most about Song Jiawen, she only does herself, what she thinks is right will always feel right, no matter what others say, she doesn't care, she will not be affected.

And Yang Kuan can't do this, so Yang Kuan will be depressed, but Song Jiawen can face it with a nonchalant attitude.

Returning to the room and closing the door, Yang Yi sat at the desk and was silent for a long time.

There was good pen and paper on the desk, but he didn't have the heart to do anything at all, everything was circling in his mind, filtering over and over again, to see if there was anything missing.

When he was sure that everything had been arranged, he lay down on the bed and muttered, "I didn't want to kill them all, but you forced me, so don't blame me for being ruthless!" ”

When Yang Yi closed his eyes, he seemed to see a large area of blood.

This is the era of the jungle, he has no intention of creating any blood, but in order to survive, for the sake of his family, there are some things he must do, whether he wants to or not.