The cold wind is bleak, and the dead leaves are withering.

Even as spring approaches, the cold winds in the northwest are still biting.

He Yi'an left the place that was home but not like home, and came to the Yellow River Iron Bridge in a trance.

The iron wall on the bridge is dark, and the ice under the bridge is white.

The white pagoda on the opposite side is leisurely isolated, like a wise man who has seen through the world and experienced vicissitudes in the cold wind, staring at this sad young man from afar.

Gloomy and sad? Maybe yes.

But at this moment, He Yi'an did not have too much frustration and chagrin due to the fierce dispute between father and son, but there was a sense of relief and happiness in his heart. In any case, this conversation with He Weiguo was the first head-on showdown and tough resistance in his history, and no matter what the final outcome of the game was, he was excited that he had taken another step towards his goal.

And what about He Weiguo on the other side?

He Weiguo, who has always been strong, was shocked, and his son, who thought that he was completely in control, and his son, who had always been polite and courteous, burst out with volcanic power, and was stunned.

He didn't understand why He Yi'an, who was as supple as a sheep, would become a wild horse that had escaped the leash, so rebellious.

Could it be that he was bewitched by the Cheng family?

Or is there something else I don't know?

What did he mean by that last unfinished sentence?

The first time I tasted what it means to be called "a rabbit that is anxious will bite", the first time I realized that I had lost control of He Yi'an, and the first time I felt the fierce resistance from my son.

"Bang!"

He Weiguo, who was cracked in the crown, slammed his fist on the table, the teacups and dishes were framed, and a pair of eyes that were originally polite and civil, completely red, he angrily picked up the phone on the side and called Du Wanling, with thunder in his eyes.

"Wanling, I want to know what else you and Yi'an are hiding from me! Why did he become like this, why? Say ......"

Du Wanling: "......"

Patience and patience, patience and patience.

On the other end of the phone, Du Wanling silently endured He Weiguo's continuous storms, hysterical lightning and thunder, and was heartbroken like a pins and needles. It's not that he didn't say a word, but He Weiguo didn't give her a chance to speak at all.

The knife was cutting the flesh, the heart was dripping blood, I had expected that this day would come sooner or later, but I didn't expect it to happen on the first day He Yi'an just arrived in Lanzhou, and there was no time to breathe.

Knowing things like a god doesn't mean winning.

So far, Du Wanling has not come up with a way to properly solve the hidden danger crisis between father and son, or even between husband and wife. This is also the main reason why she has not told He Weiguo the specific inside story for a long time.

If the fire is lit, it is necessary to be prepared to extinguish the fire, and without a practical way to extinguish the fire, I am afraid that this home will be burned to pieces, which is not an exaggeration.

After listening to the roar on the other end of the phone, in the other party's whirring panting, Du Wanling took a deep breath and used her greatest willpower to calm the drumming of her heart, and then activated her lips and tongue.

"Weiguo, in fact, I should have talked to you about this matter earlier, but I am afraid that you will become as irritable and angry as you are now. In this way, I can't say it clearly on the phone for a while, it just so happens that I am going to Lanzhou on a business trip recently, let's meet and talk about it! ”

After speaking, Du Wanling didn't care whether the other party was still about to roar or not, and quickly hung up the phone. Leaning back on the chair in a gloomy way, my heart was uncomfortable.

People say that if you don't die in a catastrophe, there will be a blessing in the future, and what do you say that the trough is followed by the crest, but why did you return to your family after experiencing so many disasters, but you didn't even get the most basic stability and happiness, is this to blame fate?

As a high-level intellectual, reason always controls emotions. But as an ordinary mother, an ordinary woman, emotions often surpass reason. This may be the biggest reason why Du Wanling accommodated He Yi'an to pursue her original intention as she wanted, accommodating He Weiguo's increasingly tyrannical temper and distorted mentality.

Du Wanling, who was in self-pity, was silent alone for a long time, and couldn't help but start worrying about He Yi'an, who was far away in Lanzhou, and her anxiety became more and more uncontrollable, so she immediately called the secretary.

"Secretary Liu, you go check and see if my work plan for my business trip to Lanxin can be advanced, and it is best to make the trip in the next two days."

"Okay, Deputy Director!"

Lanzhou University, Dormitory 301.

The night is dark and the lights are lit.

Late at night, He Yi'an put on his clothes and wrote hard under the lamp, it was a letter to Cheng Jiangshui! Maybe at this time, the bitter water in the abdomen and the expectations in my heart are the ones who are deeply rooted in my heart.

Zhang Lei, who was a little bored, threw down the books in his hand, leaned on the edge of the bed and asked curiously: "He Yi'an, why, just wrote a letter when you came?" ”

"Ah, I want to bring peace to my family!" He Yi'an raised his head slightly and responded.

Li Chunguo, who was lying on the bed, also turned sideways: "Hehe, if you write it so late, it won't be written to your girlfriend, right?" ”

He Yi'an raised his head and smiled sincerely, the meaning of which was self-evident. Zhang Lei, who likes gossip, suddenly became interested, and joked in surprise: "No, He Yi'an, I can't see that you are quite amorous, you have a girlfriend so early." It's amazing, it's amazing! Let's talk about it! When did you talk about it? Isn't it good-looking? Do you have any photos? ”

The continuous noise made He Yi'an frown slightly, and the feelings in the letter were interrupted, which made him a little unhappy.

Zhang Lei was slightly embarrassed, and Li Chunguo hurriedly played a round: "Oh, you're gossiping again, this is people's privacy, why are you so curious?" ”

"Oh, yes, yes." Zhang Lei snorted, and retracted into the quilt with emotion: "Oh, I'm sighing, like me, a young man like Pan An, a suave and suave young man in society, why doesn't anyone take a fancy to me?" It's not fair! ”

"Huh!" Li Chunguo helped the lenses and said jokingly: "If you can be as stable as Yi'an, and then change your mouthful problems, maybe you can really meet one in our Landa." ”

"Really!"

Zhang Lei sat up in surprise and looked at Li Chunguo with a look of hope.

"Hehe, I don't know which woman would be so unlucky?" Li Chunguo winked playfully.

"you, turn around and scold me."

Zhang Lei had a black line on his face, and threw the pillow over. Looking at He Yi'an, who was still unmoving, he couldn't help but ask curiously: "Alas, Yi'an, who came to pick you up this morning?" ”

He Yi'an said casually: "Oh, a relative! ”

"Yo!" Zhang Lei's eyes flashed with a little starlight: "You still have relatives in Lanzhou, you look like an official, and the official is not small, right?" They all drove to pick them up. ”

He Yi'an paused very helplessly, and said with a hint of interest: "It's not counted, it's very ordinary, and I don't know much about the specifics." ”

The two obviously felt that He Yi'an was unwilling to discuss this topic, so Zhang Lei secretly threw a look at the other side. Li Chunguo said curtly: "Yi'an, if you need help in the future, just say it, we are all roommates, you're welcome, go to bed early, classes will start tomorrow!" ”

"Thanks, I'll go to sleep when I'm done!"

The two looked at each other and fell asleep happily. He Yi'an was able to concentrate on writing the letter.

In the dead of night, I only heard the sound of the tip of the pen rubbing against the paper, which was a song of longing, and it was a warm feeling...... After writing the letter, He Yi'an put it into the envelope heavily, pondered for a while, and then wrote another ......