Worry?
What a joke!
Chen Fang pursed his lips and looked towards the empty intersection ahead.
Yiyi thinks too much!
His old man and mother really never worried about him, whether he came home early or late, or whether he ate or not.
"Old Wen, is your Yiyi back?"
A thundering roar came from not far ahead.
Chen Fang couldn't help but blinked and looked towards the intersection ahead where he couldn't see clearly.
This voice is familiar to him!
That's his old man!
My own son hasn't returned home yet, and he actually cares about whether someone else's daughter has returned home!
Yiyi, Yiyi, Yiyi is the girl he likes!
What is the old man messing with!
Chen Fang raised his feet heavily, looked ahead with some resentment, and walked forward step by step.
"Hey, here we are, almost home."
Uncle Wen's voice came not far away.
"Yiyi's mother is heating the rice. You should hurry back and heat the rice."
Chen Fang couldn't help but chuckle when he heard this, and rolled his eyes towards the night sky.
Is his father going back to heat up the meal?
If you can leave him a cold mouthful, he is already very grateful!
The night above the head was deep and quiet, with a few sparse stars looming.
"Okay!" The old man's hearty laughter was heard.
Chen Fang couldn't help but be startled. It seemed a little different from the old man in his memory!
The old man in his memory should be holding a large newspaper at the moment, slowly reading word by word, or sitting in front of the TV with Hanhan, happily watching "Football Boy".
That was the correct way for his old man to open it.
Do you agree to go back and heat up the meal so cheerfully?
He must have heard wrongly, or maybe the old man had an extra drink because of a happy event today?
Chen Fang couldn't help but slow down his pace a lot.
Then, he heard Yiyi's chuckle.
Yiyi also thinks that the old man's behavior is a bit unusual?
"This brat, it's so old and he still hasn't come back yet. The food is completely cold."
He couldn't help but curl his lips when he heard the old man's complaining voice coming from not too far away.
This is the correct way for the old man to open it!
But if the food is cold, what does it have to do with the old man?
Chen Fang twitched the corner of his mouth, firmly grasped the handlebar head, and glanced at the unclear place ahead.
Of course the old man had already eaten. He ate the cold food, and it was not the old man who came to eat it. It was really salty carrots.
A few seconds later, the roaring voice came again: "Hanhan, hurry up and set the dishes and chopsticks. Let your mother heat up the rice quickly. My brother is probably at the entrance of the village and will be back soon."
"OK."
He faintly heard Han Han's crisp voice, coming through the night sky across a distance of forty or fifty meters.
"Mom, Mom, brother is back, you can heat up the food."
"Okay. Where is your dad?"
"Dad just came back from Uncle Wen's house. Now," Hanhan's voice paused, "Dad went to the West Room to look for newspapers."
The faint sound of conversation coming from not far in front made Chen Fang startled. The hand holding the handlebar loosened and then grasped, and then grasped and unclenched. After repeating this several times, Chen Fang suddenly discovered that , my nose is a little sour.
He thought that what he always thought was the so-called "leftovers" turned out to be like this.
Yiyi walked aside without speaking.
Only the sound of "Zizzizi" sounded from the side, and there were two more "croaks" that suddenly appeared.
Chen Fang couldn't help but smile, and suddenly began to feel that the harsh "sizzling" sound and the annoying "quacking" sound were actually much more pleasant to his ears.
I couldn't help but look towards the road on the left.
"Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy..."
The unknown insect in the grass seemed to be able to read his mind, and it suddenly agreed.
For a time, several sounds were mixed together, blending into the most beautiful "homecoming song" in the night.
"Chen Fang."
Yiyi called him softly.
Chen Fang immediately turned his head and looked at Yiyi: "Yes."
An indescribable emotion welled up in my heart.
"Look how kind Uncle Chen is to you."
Yiyi glanced at Chen Fang and then looked forward.
Chen Fang habitually wanted to keep his mouth shut and object, wondering how the old man could treat him any better.
What if hitting can be considered a good thing?
Then he has no reason or excuse to refute.
He has always grown up under the old man's blows and cold words.
Suddenly thinking of the old man's shouting just now, he closed his mouth again and remained silent, staring at Yiyi next to him again and again.
I couldn't see the expression on her face clearly, after all, the night was too dark.
"Chen Fang."
Yiyi suddenly turned her head and glanced at Chen Fang.
Chen Fang shook his head and quickly looked away. The next second, he turned his head again and responded: "Yes, I'm here."
What is he panicking about?
He has already confessed before that he likes Yiyi!
What's more, it was so dark that Yiyi couldn't clearly see the expression on his face, nor did she know that he had been staring at her.
Why is he panicking?
Calm down!
Chen Fang held the handlebar tightly.
"Haha," Yiyi laughed softly, "Fortunately, I'll be home soon."
ah? Chen Fang couldn't help but be startled, looked at Yiyi, and then looked at the destination not too far ahead.
Indeed, we are almost home. Now we have walked to the back of Aunt Zhao's house, which is still more than 20 meters away from the north gate of Yiyi's house.
He even heard laughter coming from Aunt Zhao's room, and Han Han's shouts not far ahead.
He was telling the old man to eat.
On weekdays, Han Han’s voice is loud, and I don’t think the old man’s voice is loud either. Maybe it’s nighttime, maybe because the big man Shan’s house to the west of his house has never lived there, and the two families next door to the big man Shan have never lived there. It has been empty for many years, and now it is basically a small patch of grass.
The voice sounded particularly clear and familiar.
Chen Fang couldn't help but smile, eat!
Yes, eat!
However, the topic of Yiyi changed a bit quickly!
Could it be that Yiyi felt that the way home was a little short?
Chen Fang felt inexplicably happy and looked at Yiyi again: "Yiyi."
"Huh?" Yiyi responded, looked left and right, then looked at Chen Fang, "What's wrong?"
"If possible, I hope I can accompany you all the way."
Chen Fang firmly grasped the handlebar, leaned next to Yiyi, and reached out to hold Yiyi's arm.
"Ah?" Yiyi was startled, stopped, and then laughed again, "Aren't you always here?"
"..." Chen Fang was instantly choked up, he was talking about the future!
"I'm talking about the future," Chen Fang sniffed hard, "just like what Shu Ting said in "To the Oak Tree". We share the cold wave, wind and thunder, and thunder; we share the mist, the flowing mist, and the hauni. It seems like. Separated forever, yet dependent on each other for life.”
Silence, a brief silence.
"Well," Yiyi raised her hand and patted Chen Fang's hand, "I remember it quite clearly."
Chen Fang:? ?
His focus is not on showing off memories, but on promising the future!
Suddenly thinking of the voices of a man and a woman passing by on the road just now, Chen Fang couldn't help but squeeze the handlebars hard.
"If possible, I also hope that I can protect you from wind and rain in the future."
"Ah?" Yiyi laughed, "There's no need to protect yourself from the wind and rain. I'll be thankful if you don't cause trouble for me."
After saying that, he shook off Chen Fang's arm, chuckled and pushed the cart forward.
Chen Fang was left wondering where he was. When did he cause trouble?
