It wasn't until Yang Yifan smoked half a pack of cigarettes in the living room that Fan Zetang in the back room retreated with a red face to greet Yang Yifan, and followed her into the back room, Yang Yifan found that the eyes of the mother and daughter were swollen from crying.

"Come, Yifan sit down beside me. Mother Fan seemed to be in much better spirits, although she was a little surprised by Yang Yifan's age after seeing his face clearly. But since it was her daughter's own choice, and she was her own savior, she still acquiesced to their affairs.

Yang Yifan obediently sat beside Fan's mother. "Auntie, how is your body feeling now, is it getting better? ”

Fan's mother took Yang Yifan's hand with her left hand, and slapped his palm with her right hand affectionately. "Much better, Yifan. I've never felt this easy in more than a year, thank you so much. As she spoke, Fan's mother's eyes were full of tears, obviously the torture of such a long time of illness had also made her miserable.

Yang Yifan glanced at Fan Zetang, who was sitting next to him, and a gentle smile appeared on his face. "It's okay, Auntie. That's what I'm supposed to do ... You don't need to thank me. ”

Fan's mother followed Yang Yifan's eyes to look at her daughter, and then turned back to look at Yang Yifan's slightly old face. sighed slightly in his heart, fortunately, he should be younger than himself, otherwise he really didn't know what to call him in the future. Do you call it an elder brother or a son-in-law? Hey, children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren, so let them go.

Fan Zetang, who was next to him, also saw that something was wrong with his mother, and gently shook his mother's arm. "Mom, you're hungry, I'm ready, let's eat first!"

Fan's mother understood what her daughter meant, and rubbed her daughter's hair dotingly and smiled. "Okay, let's eat. ”

I couldn't get out of bed because of illness, and in the past, Fan's mother brought a bowl of rice to the bedside to feed her. This time, after Yang Yifan's treatment, her condition has improved a lot, and she has been able to eat by herself by leaning on the bedside with the support of her daughter.

Yang Yifan moved a small square table from the outhouse to the inner room, and after a while, the food was placed on the table, and the three of them began to eat. The meals are very ordinary and simple, three bowls of white rice porridge, three steamed buns, a plate of pickles, and that's it.

It seems that the life of the two of them is really hard, Yang Yifan sighed in his heart. It's just that I don't know where the father who hasn't seen him has gone, and why they are both reluctant to mention it. But since they didn't want to say it, Yang Yifan didn't need to ask.

The dinner table was very harmonious, probably because the body was relaxed and there was no torture from illness, and Fan's mother also showed a slight smile on her face. Fan Zetang also deliberately went to guide his mother, and Yang Yifan also echoed with interest on the side, and the table of meals was full of laughter and laughter.

"Bang. "The good times are always interrupted by some accident, and while the three of them were enjoying themselves at the dinner table, the door of the outhouse was suddenly kicked open with a strong kick, and the open door slammed back against the wall with a loud noise.

"Hey, anyone, are you home, daughter, are you dead, old woman?" and then a voice sounded disgusting at the first hearing.

When Fan Zetang heard this voice, he suddenly froze there as he slashed rice into his mouth, his face suddenly turned pale, and his hands became a little trembling.

"Who is here, is my uncle back?" Yang Yifan looked at Fan Zetang strangely.

"No, not your uncle. Just a scoundrel. Although Fan's mother was much whiter, she was calmer than her daughter after all, and opened her mouth to deny Yang Yifan's question.

"Oh, so you're here, yo, you're eating, I just didn't eat. Who is this old man?"

At this time, the man outside the house pushed open the door of the inner room, walked in without hesitation, saw the steamed buns on the table, and his eyes lit up, and he grabbed the steamed buns in front of Fan Zetang and stuffed them into his mouth, and then seemed to be a little strange about Yang Yifan's existence, and cast an inquiring glance at him.

Yang Yifan had already guessed the identity of the man in front of him, and just wanted to stand up and introduce himself to him, but Fan Zetang next to him gently grabbed him, Yang Yifan didn't understand the situation, so he didn't stand up again.

"He's not anyone, he's just an ordinary friend of Ze Tang, and he has nothing to do with you. And what are you doing here, you are not welcome here, and we have no money for you, you hurry up and let me go!"

Fan's mother suddenly became excited, stretched out her hand and pointed in the direction of the door of the outhouse, and yelled at the man.

The man didn't seem to feel Fan's anger at all, but instead pulled a bench and sat down. chewed the steamed bun in his mouth, seemed to feel a little dry, and casually picked up Yang Yifan's porridge on the table and drank it.

"How do you speak, old woman, as if I came back to ask you for money. How can I say that I, Fan Dashan, is also your husband and our daughter's father. Daughter, do you say?" said and squinted at Fan Zetang, looking like you don't recognize me as unfilial.

The chopsticks in Fan Zetang's hand had already fallen to the ground, and his body trembled more and more with his head down. Feeling her change, Yang Yifan held her little hand with his backhand, as if he was passing on his composure to her. Fan Zetang turned his head to look at Yang Yifan, leaned towards him slightly, and his body gradually stopped trembling.

Fan Dashan, who was drinking porridge and chewing steamed buns next to him, saw this scene, looked at the inexplicable brilliance flashed, glanced at Yang Yifan, and then the brilliance disappeared again.

"Husband, father, Fandashan, you touch your conscience! Are you also worthy of these two words? Over the years, when have you ever cared about the situation at home, in addition to asking for money or money, when have you ever cared about my illness and my daughter's situation?"

Fan's mother became more and more excited, if she hadn't been lying on the bed and couldn't get up, I believe she would have been able to scuffle with Fan's mountain.

"Get out of here! Ze Tang and Yifan, blast this scoundrel out for me!" As she spoke, Fan's mother couldn't control her emotions anymore and cried.

Yang Yifan couldn't stand it anymore, Fan's mother's illness had just improved, and it was best not to have too heavy mood swings, so he stood up and blocked Fan Dashan's body.

"Uncle... This gentleman, my aunt asks you to go out. Yang Yifan said calmly to Fan Dashan.

Fan Dashan glanced at Yang Yifan in surprise, as if he didn't expect Yang Yifan to stand up now.

"Brother, my family affairs are not yet the time for you to ask, if you want to hit my daughter's idea, have you asked my opinion?

Who knew that when he pulled it, Yang Yifan didn't move at all. He himself almost fell on his heels because he used too much force.

Yang Yifan leaned down slightly and made a gesture of invitation to Fan Dashan. Seeing that he wanted to rush to Fan's mother again, Yang Yifan grabbed his arm with one hand, and he couldn't move anymore.

"It hurts, it hurts! let go, you let go. If you don't let go, I'll call someone, I can tell you, I'm following a mad dog!" Fan Dashan screamed loudly, and threatened Yang Yifan.

Yang Yifan turned a deaf ear to his threat. What the hell, the first and second big gangs in Chiyue County have let themselves be played, which onion is this mad dog?

But Yang Yifan didn't care, but Fan's mother couldn't help it. As soon as he heard the threat of Van Dashan, he immediately stopped crying and said in a nervous tone. "Van Dashan, it's a matter for the two of us, don't get the children involved. Yifan, you just let him out, let him go quickly. ”

Yang Yifan didn't want to worry about the mother and daughter of the Fan family anymore, and he also chuckled when he heard this. "Auntie, don't worry, I'll let him go. Now, sir, can you get out?"

Fan Dashan rubbed Ziqing's arm, which was grabbed by Yang Yifan, and glanced at Yang Yifan hatefully. "Count you ruthless, I'll leave now!" said he glared at Fan's mother inside, kicked over the dining table in front of him, and walked out of the door of the room in a huff.

Seeing that Fan Dashan was gone, Fan Ze breathed a long sigh of relief. Hurriedly went to the door to plug in the deadbolt, and then turned back and cleaned up the table with Yang Yifan. The two of them worked hard for a while before they re-cooked the porridge steamed buns and put them on the straightening table.

The three of them started eating again, but this time the mother and daughter at the dinner table were not interested in speaking, and Yang Yifan didn't know how to speak, so the atmosphere was so dull.

After eating, Yang Yifan said goodbye, Fan Zetang said goodbye, Yang Yifan saw that she had something in her heart, but still refused her retention, and went to say goodbye to Fan's mother, Yang Yifan waved goodbye to Fan Zetang.

As soon as he turned out of a twisting alley, Yang Yifan's mouth showed a slight smile, and he stood still in place.

"Hey, boy. It's quite clever!"