Rebirth of the 90s: Dear Cub
Chapter 141: Moon, find time, let's kiss
In a small fenced yard.
The people are finally neat and tidy.
Fu Yanchi looked at Master Fu who was lying on the recliner and humming, then at Yan Huai who was sitting on a pony with long legs and no place to rest, eyes dark.
She only found out about her daughter yesterday, and today the Yan and Fu families gathered.
He came faster than his own father.
Forget it, old man, it's close.
Fu Yanchi looked at Yan Huai, rubbing his forehead, "Dad, aren't you busy enough?"
Yan Huai was not used to condescending, so he stood up, and the father and son were facing each other, with the same height and rivalry.
Looking at his son whom he had not seen for many years, Yan Huai said softly, "Fortunately, I will be busy."
Fu Yanchi's head was getting sicker.
His wife has not followed, and his daughter has not called Dad yet, how can she tell a room full of people that she actually does not want to be disturbed at this time?
After all, life is short and time is not so much.
Song Yueliang greeted the elders present one by one, with a swift demeanor and an excellent sense of courtesy.
After which, he hugged Qiqi and returned to the kitchen.
It was just past noon, and he compressed all the work in the afternoon to finish it in the morning, rushing back to the past.
haven't eaten.
Dumplings in the kitchen only fill the stomach.
“Bu, uncle just taught me to blow gum, so he doesn't bother me.” Qiqi presented the dumplings to her mother, took the chopsticks, and explained in a soft voice to her uncle.
Song Yueliang pinched her daughter's chubby cheeks, "OK, mom knows now."
“Mother, grandfather, grandparents, and uncle suddenly came to our house this morning, and suddenly Qiqi had so many relatives.” Qiqi said with a small mouth, used to talk about family matters with her mother, and ended up proposing again. Question, "But why didn't my dad come, Mom?"
Song Yueliang choked, and her throat was almost caught by the dumplings she had just eaten.
His eyes bowed, his white ears slightly red, "Come on, your father."
"Mmm, uhuk," while pointing out of the kitchen carelessly, "Just him, Fu Yanchi."
"..." - ".Qiqi's small mouth clicked, unable to close.
The mother and daughter looked at each other, Song Yueliang was so guilty for the first time in her life.
If she had told her daughter earlier, perhaps her daughter would not have been that scared?
“Why Uncle Fu?” Xiaowaer's voice shook, with a slight cry.
"..." - ".Song Yueliang did not know how to answer this question.
"Aren't you supposed to be like Robin Hood?"
"Robin Hood what?"
"Cartoon six o'clock, super strong Robin Hood, great hero who can fight a lot of people..."
Yueliang's song, "..."
Heroes can't happen.
Your father's weak, Boa.
Right now, Fu Ruoji was completely unaware of what was happening in the kitchen, and was still thinking about how to get rid of the big family in front of him.
"How's your body doing?" Yan Huai asked as he pointed at the little Maza next to him as a gesture.
“It's okay, lately I feel fine.” Fu Yanchi sat down.
"Hm." The old man stood up for a while, looked at his son in a condescending manner, then sat down.
Frankly, it was the desire to win.
After a few simple words, the two sat down, but his attitude started to cool.
Suddenly I had nothing to say.
Yan Huai was used to the image of a firm father in front of his sons, and even if he wanted to relax, he did not know where to start.
I haven't seen him for more than five years. The greenness between the eyebrows and the eyes of the child is long gone, replaced by maturity and calmness that accumulate over time.
It was just as pale and thin in memory.
Sitting there, his expression was relaxed and indifferent. Even though he hadn't seen her for so many years, he didn't feel the slightest excitement and shock after seeing her after a long absence.
It is as if you are treating a stranger.
Yan Huai's heart was filled with bitterness, perhaps in Ah Chi's eyes, he was indeed a stranger.
Obviously they were father and son, and the boy was already twenty-seven years old this year, but the time they spent together was less than five years.
It was only fitting that his son did not know him, Yan Huai secretly laughed at himself.
Old Fu stopped singing the song, opened his eyes for a moment, looked at the relatively speechless father and son, and closed his eyes again.
Accompanied by Meng Jingxian, she was also perplexed by this kind of situation. He wanted to smooth things out, but it seemed like he was not qualified to intervene.
Yanxi did not even enter the courtyard gate, it was more convenient to stay outside.
After all, whenever Fu Yanchi was present, everyone would never see him.
There was lightning, the sky was brightly lit, and rain fell as soon as it was announced.
“The rain is heavy, grandfather, please come inside the house!” The little figure of the little baby rushed out of the stove, urging them into the house to avoid the rain with a loud voice, while rushing to the clothesline under the roof to pick up clothes.
Because it was too short for the person to reach, the baby stepped on a stool, swayed with his feet and tore off his clothes.
This scene made everyone frightened, they did not care to shelter from the rain, they ran around, some hugged their babies, and some kept their clothes.
Qi Qi was suddenly hugged, and he was so anxious that he kicked his short leg, "My mother-in-law's shoes are still confiscated, it's under the roof of the main hall! There is also a bamboo filter! Stools and chairs were also brought in! Oh, you put me down, I can help!...Uncle, you are young and strong, you move the bamboo chair! Little maza forgot to bring grandfather! Grandpa! Grandpa, you lost your shoes!"
Qiqi often covered her face with her small hands, why were the adults so worried!
Song Yueliang was about to help her daughter when she ran out, but when she saw the scene in the courtyard, her eyes flickered and she stopped.
Despite being in the kitchen, he did not miss the strange atmosphere in the courtyard.
Now because of Qiqi, the atmosphere had instead disappeared, and there was a strange harmony among the hasty crowd.
Song Yueliang smiled, and in an instant, a black shadow suddenly appeared before her eyes.
He lifted his eyes, and saw a man in white and black pants walking through the rain and coming at him.
Her clothes and hair were drenched in the rain.
"What are you doing?" Knowing that you are weak, you are still running around without taking shelter from the rain?
The man tilted his head, looked at him with pitch-black eyes, and smiled faintly, "My wife is gone, I'll carry her back."
Song Yueliang moved her fingertips, and a layer of deep red color spread quietly on the tip of her beautiful ears.
"Moon, there's actually something I want to ask you."
"What?" Song Yueliang forced herself to calm down.
"Listen, uhuk, our daughter is already born, so I won't discuss things that you're not suitable for my son. Now I only have one question." The man leaned closer, and his clean and clear breath quietly invaded, as if bewitching. A murmur rang out in the woman's ears.
"Moon, is my first kiss still here?"
Song Yueliang's brain exploded violently, and the heat soared that her entire face was burning red.
He endured his embarrassment and warned, "Fu Yanchi!"
The man chuckled softly, his laughter soft and friendly, "Moon, find time, let's kiss."