Chapter 35：

Of the two generations of Lao Yan's descendants, the most prosperous is the son of the Erfang family.

In this barren age, it is very difficult for rural people to live in cities!

Even after reaching a certain age, the young people in the city have to go to the countryside to become educated youths.

The educated youth career is closer to darkness.

The vast majority of educated youth have little hope of returning to the city.

It was precisely under such restrictions that Yan Hongwen, the son of the Erfang family, was hired as a formal worker by the city's public unit, and he also found a daughter-in-law in the city.

Yan Hongwen lives in the city's wife's home all the year round. In a sense, it's like a family member.

But so what?

He has come out of the countryside and entered the city. He is already a resident with an urban household registration...

Even if it is said to be an ancestor, it is also the existence of Guangzong Yaozu, the lintel of Guangyao.

A mother is more expensive than her son, so Chen Cuiyun from the Erfang family has a lot of weight to speak in the elderly's home.

At the end of each year, Yan Hongwen will take his wife home for more than ten to twenty days.

After the New Year, if you live for a few days in the first month, you have to return to the city.

Chen Cuiyun looks forward to this time year after year, and Mrs. Yan and Mrs. Yan also look forward to Yan Hongwen's return with his wife.

This year, Yan Hongwen added a son to his family, and he is now close to one year old.

The old man's family is even more eager for Yan Hongwen to bring his son back for the New Year, to see their great-grandchildren whose old Yan's family was born with an urban household registration.

However, Yan Hongwen did not bring his grandson back, and even his daughter-in-law did not come to take care of her son in the city.

At the end of this year, Yan Hongwen came home alone carrying a cowhide box for the New Year.

Lao Yan's house is very lively.

Even if Yan Hongwen came back alone, it would be enough to drive the atmosphere of enthusiasm for him at home.

On the morning he arrived home, Lin Xiaoyue walked through the courtyard several times and could always hear the laughter in the main house.

Chen Cuiyun's earth-shattering laughter was particularly loud, as she wanted to let the neighbors know that her son was back!

Compared with the lively and lively atmosphere over there, the Sanfang Family here is deserted.

Wang Xiuying went to the town to buy New Year's supplies.

Lin Xiaoyue was feeding the chicks in front of her house. When she turned her head, she could see Yan Dayong, who was sitting on the threshold of the three-bedroom door and smoking cheap dry tobacco.

After the separation, Yan Dayong Chengri was busy making money to supplement his family, showing Yan Yang the master...

Basically, I have cut off contact with Lao Yan's family.

It's okay on weekdays.

He was busy outside, went home and fell asleep, and didn't care much about it.

But the closer the new year passes, the more leisurely people are, the more deserted the house, the more lively watching the big family over there...

Yan Dayong felt more and more that the Sanfang family was in a sluggish situation, and wondered if the separation was a wrong move.

In the short period of time when the family was separated, the old lady and the old lady hadn't managed their three rooms much, not to mention the two rooms.

Yan Dayong felt like he had done a bad job.

Smoking, spitting, loneliness.

Lin Xiaoyue sprinkled a handful of broken grains for the little chicken, patted the palms of her hands, got up and went back to the room.

In the small side room, the second child Yan Yang is reading.

He recently adjusted his time to allow himself to come out during the day and give up the night time to Silly Yanyang.

However, this does not seem to be a fixed rule.

Sometimes it’s him all day long, so silly Yanyang can’t get out...

Old San Yanyang, Lin Xiaoyue hadn't seen him for many days.

This proves that the second child is indeed the master of this body and can occupy most of the body's time.

After entering the house, Lin Xiaoyue called her second child Yan Yang, "Would you like to talk to your father? I think he looks very depressed now. Are you not learning to communicate with others? Just talk to you Dad chatting..."

Yan Yang retracted his thoughts from the book, turned his head, and looked at Lin Xiaoyue with a slightly nervous gaze.

There are tens of thousands of unwillingness in my heart, but reason and courage are telling him: If you want to change, you must take this step!

After thinking for a moment, Yan Yang nodded slightly, "Okay..."

Seeing him covering the book in her hand, Lin Xiaoyue got up and was about to go out. She added, "It may be because the family in the main house is too lively. Your father thinks that our three rooms are too deserted, so I am not in a good mood. Okay. Persuade him to talk to him about this~"

Yan Yang's eyes flickered, and he faintly responded, "Okay."

He has to make a change.

He needs to communicate with people.

Think of it as an experience...

With this determination, Yan Yang got up and walked out of the small side house, walked up to Yan Dayong unhurriedly, and sat down at the threshold together.

Yan Dayong did not expect that Yan Yang would suddenly sit down next to him. He took a puff of dry smoke, frowned, and stared at Yan Yang with a sizing look.

Yan Yang came into contact with his concerned eyes, quickly staggered his gaze, and with the tension in his heart, he opened his lips and said, "What are you thinking about?"

Yan Dayong could feel that Yan Yang in front of him was not his stupid son.

But it's not aggressive, although the face cooling doesn't make people feel scared.

After all, he looks like his son...

Yan Dayong didn't show much resistance to Yan Yang, only spit out a sip of smoke, and said, "I didn't think about anything. I just thought it was too idle."

It's too deserted.

In the same yard, it can be as lively as the main house, or deserted as their home.

Thinking that this was the new year's end again, Yan Dayong felt lonely and lonely in his heart.

"No work?"

Yan Yang didn't know what to talk about, glanced at Yan Dayong nervously, and asked him like this.

"It's the Chinese New Year, work has stopped early."

Yan Dayong replied casually, with dry smoke in his mouth, and turned his head to glance at Yan Yang's indifferent expression, "In the coming spring, the production team will have to be busy for a whole year when they start spring planting. This is the end of the year. I can rest and rest right now... I just didn’t expect that after taking a break, I actually feel so free.”

Yan Dayong and Yan Yang chatted casually, chatting about some homely topics.

Yan Yang actually didn't know how to return to Yan Dayong, but in order to exchange a few words with Yan Dayong, he bit the bullet and turned back, "You... have worked hard."

Yan Dayong's surprised eyes fell on Yan Yang's face. From the corner of Yan Yang's eyes, he could catch a glimpse of Yan Dayong to see him, and he felt strange in his heart.

Yan Yang glanced at his face lightly, his eyes falling on the ground everywhere...

"Are you my son?"

After holding back for a while, Yan Dayong couldn't help asking.

Yan Dayong believed in the words of the master, and always felt that the stupid one was his son, and other people with different personalities...none of them were his sons.

However, Yan Dayong is not as resistant to other characters as Wang Xiuying. It may also be because Yan Dayong doesn't have much contact with other characters...

This is the first contact.

Yan Dayong also found it strange to face such Yan Yang.

Yan Yang looked at Yan Dayong cautiously, staring at each other for a second, busy staggering.

He took a deep breath, his long fingers were quietly twisted, and his voice was a little nervous. "Do you still recognize me... is it your son?"

Yan Yang, the second child of the master, inherits all the memories of silly Yan Yang.

Over the years, Wang Xiuying and his wife have been kind to the silly Yanyang. He also saw it in his eyes and in his mind.

Weird, I can’t blame them both...

Yan Yang only felt that the two of them didn't recognize him, they only recognized the child.

Naturally, Yan Dayong didn't know the complicated curves in Yan Yang's mind. He only smoked dry cigarettes, and said: "If you want to call me Dad, you are my son. If you don't recognize me as your dad, then I will not. Method."

Yan Yang's eyes flickered, "A long time ago... after being sold to the Wang family, I never wanted to recognize you as my father again."

Yan Dayong's surprised eyes fixed on Yan Yang's face, and the smoke of dry smoke drifted out of his mouth and nose, but there was nothing to say.

Just listen to Yan Yang whispering, "Actually, it's hard for me to forgive you."

Yan Dayong stared slightly, but he didn't say a word.

Yan Yang in front of him looked like a normal person, but also like... his son.

In the small side house, Lin Xiaoyue quietly probed out, and saw Yan Yang and Yan Dayong sitting in a row, talking and chatting...

She felt that such a moment was pretty good.

It was too noisy at the main house.

Lin Xiaoyue stayed in the small side room and could hear Chen Cuiyun's screaming and smiling voice, which really spoiled the scene of Yan Yang getting along with his father.

Wait a minute...

After the reform and opening up, Yan Yang's situation improves, and when he becomes rich, his family will change to a big house.

They moved out of three rooms.

"Hey, Sanshu!"

Sure enough, when Lin Xiaoyue had just finished feeling that the main house was too noisy, the beautiful scene of Yan Yang and his son was suddenly ended.

Yan Hongwen, the son of the Erfang family, came out of the main house and walked towards Yan Dayong with a smile, and said: "Uncle San, Xiaoyang, what are you doing here. In the house, the big guy is going to have dinner. Let's go together." Have a good meal."

Yan Hongwen specially came out and asked the Sanfang family to eat together.

Obviously, Yan Hongwen knew that the Sanfang family had separated. But I came to call Yan Yang and his son...

With a gentle attitude, he looks like an envoy of peace.

Yan Dayong was a little embarrassed.

I am very eager to participate in the big family gathering...

But when he thought that the separation was proposed by the three rooms themselves, if he passed, his wife would be unhappy.

Yan Dayong refused because of this, "No, no, we are not hungry. Wait until the child's mother comes back."

"Go have a meal together!"

Yan Hongwen patted Yan Dayong on the shoulder, and continued to invite, "Uncle, how come I have had so many births in a year? For the Chinese New Year, it’s okay to have a meal, right? You see, I finally came back from the city. Don’t drink two sips of wine with me once."

Yan Dayong was very embarrassed when he was persuaded, but he smiled and shook his head, "I'm not going to do it. You, go and eat, everyone in it is waiting for you. Just leave our father alone, go and eat!"

"Uncle San, I brought dried dried meat, opened it very fragrant, special meal!"

Yan Hongwen kindly persuaded, "Go and eat, don't mind so much. We are all a family, what can't be done? You say yes?"

Yan Dayong was finally relieved by Yan Hongwen's persuasion, "Then me... I'm going to say hello?"

But just when he was about to loosen, Yan Yang suddenly got up...

"Xiao Yang, too." Yan Hongwen smiled to Yan Yang.

As a result, Yan Yang returned to the small house with a cold face...

At that time, Lin Xiaoyue just came out of the small side house...