Chapter 983

There is a grape trellis in the yard. There is a stone table under the grape trellis. There are four stone benches around the stone table.

Under the west wall, there is a small willow not much thicker than the rolling pin, but there is no pomegranate tree planted by Xia Xiaoyun in front of the bedroom window.

The West Wing room is the kitchen in the East. After entering the gate, turn left to the south house, which serves as a bathroom and toilet.

Doors and windows are as like as two peas. In short, the home that the square now sees is the one that Xia Xiaoyun has not yet decorated. It is absolutely the same. Through the reed curtain hanging from the main hall door, there is a faint gleam of TV.

The light in the West Wing room is on. The sky blue curtain reflects the upper body of a figure. It looks like sitting under the desk lamp in front of the window reading. For the time being, it is still unclear whether it is a man or a woman.

When the donkey came home, he ran into the East kitchen.

As soon as he ran in, he heard a cry from the cone and ran out with his tail, as if he had been kicked by someone.

Fang Yuan found that the light was also on in the East kitchen, and the smell of food came out.

Who is cooking in the kitchen so late?

Fang Yuan looked at the figure on the window of the west wing again and instinctively thought of Laura.

After Xia Xiaoyun lived in Fang's house, Laura followed her and lived in the West Wing room. She never mentioned paying the rent - Fang Yuan forgave her because she was so dark and cooked a good meal.

Cooking is always Laura's business.

So if Laura was cooking in the kitchen at this time, who would be the person sitting in the West Wing room as if reading?

Can it be said that Xia Xiaoyun, a brain wreck who can fry vegetables with monosodium glutamate as salt, has learned to cook. This is encouraging supper?

But even so, Laura should be watching, lest she set the kitchen on fire.

As for Laura, sitting in front of the window of the West Wing room, reading is Xia Xiaoyun -- which can't be trusted by Fang Yuan than letting Xiao Xia cook.

Because Xia Xiaoyun never goes to Laura's room, let alone reading in others' room.

Fang Yuan can think of Xia Xiaoyun and Laura at this time, which is completely a kind of habitual thinking, just as he has accepted them to live in his home unconsciously.

"Dead donkey, every time he comes to steal food, he's not afraid to die!"

Just as Fang Yuan stared at the window on the other side of the West Wing room in a daze and ignored the donkey running under his feet for comfort, a woman's voice sounded from the kitchen.

Is there a "thrilling" experience when you are staring at the swinging hips of the beautiful woman walking in front of you, and the guy you call a buddy suddenly yells in your ear and scares you out?

No,

Then imagine, sad you.

yes?

Well, now you can feel the real feeling of Fang Yuan's heart shaking, eyebrows shaking and mouth shaking after hearing the woman's voice.

It's like electricity. The soul is about to leave the body.

Which woman is actually a very common complaint that can surprise Fang Yuan like this?

Because she is fan Yingying.

Fang Yuan's mother fan Yingying.

It has long been said that mother's voice is definitely the most unforgettable voice on earth. It's true at all.

Fang Yuan hasn't seen her mother for 15 years, but she keeps her voice and smile firmly in her heart and won't forget it until death!

(Shui Yinying goes crazy and goes to the North Dynasty to seek death. Fang Yuan is forced to save her. That night, he received a call from fan Yingying at Shentong express headquarters. That was the first time he heard his mother's voice since his parents lost their lives.

Now it's the second time, but the reaction is stronger than the last time, because that time it's across the phone. This time, as long as he walks to the kitchen door, he can see her).

Mother, why are you at home?

When did she come back?

Now that she has come back, what about her father?

In a short moment, Fang Yuan thought of these, but completely forgot that it was not in his hometown, but in the site of Russian Carmen Town, a strange replica of the old city, which is thousands of miles away from the king of Tang Dynasty.

The same reed curtain hung at the door of the kitchen. It was lifted and a man came out.

The yard is dark and the view is not very good.

However, Fang Yuan doesn't need any lights at all. He can clearly see that this person is his mother fan Yingying.

Fan Yingying, who carries a tray, is about 50 years old (just like all ordinary housewives). However, her hair is not gray, and her figure is well maintained. She looks like a young woman in her thirties. She wears a blue apron around her waist and sees the square as soon as she walks out of the kitchen.

Her body seemed to tremble (this was because of her instinctive reaction after suddenly discovering that there were more dark shadows in the yard), and then blurted out and asked, "who, who?"

Before her voice fell, the light above the front door of the main hall came on.

The light is also dim yellow, but it's enough for fan Yingying to see the square.

After fifteen years of not seeing her mother, she suddenly saw her son standing here. Should fan Yingying stay in a daze for a while, the transmission plate in her hand fell to the ground with a slap, and then trembled and said: you, are you Xiaoyuan?

It's all on TV.

Fang Yuan subconsciously thought of it, but it didn't come true -- fan Yingying frowned when she saw that it was Fang Yuan, and her angry tone was very natural: "where are you standing? Why are you pretending to frighten mom quietly? Hurry inside. Your father is back. Have a drink with him. You, such a big man has been married for three years and don't know how to find a serious job? I know to fool around outside all day, that is, Xiaochen. If I were another woman, I would not be able to stand you...... "

Fan Yingying nagged and walked towards the door of the north house with the transmission plate. She raised her feet, picked up the curtain, turned sideways and walked in carefully with the transmission plate.

She spoke to me in this tone.

She said my father came back and asked me to have a drink with him.

She said that I had been married for three years. I fooled around outside all day and didn't do any serious work.

She said Xiao Chen -- the man in the West Wing room is Xiao Chen, my wife?

Fangyuan's neck seemed rusty and looked at the West Wing room little by little.

The figure reading under the window of the west wing is gone, but it doesn't come out. It seems that he should be half lying at the head of the bed. It's clear that he doesn't want to talk to him when Fang Yuan comes back.

There are few daughters-in-law who have been married for three years and don't dislike their husband fooling around all day.

Fan Yingying's tone of voice and Xiaochen's reaction after hearing him go home all proved that they always live with Fangyuan. Today, when he goes home at this time, it's no different from usual. Of course, he won't feel what he feels now.

How does Fangyuan feel now?

He doesn't want to say -- he can't say it. Even the greatest master of writing in the world can't describe what he feels now.

I'm not dreaming.

I did see my hometown and my... Mother at the ruins of Carmen town.

Although this scam is quite inferior (at least, the old city is in the forest and there is no new city), it is very interesting. It is so interesting that I have to imagine myself as a rogue who has been married for three years and still doesn't work. I go home late at night after fooling around for a day and get a lesson from my parents.

Fang Yuan stretched out his hand and pinched hard in his thigh. After showing his teeth in pain, he took a deep breath and whistled to the north house door.

The furniture and furnishings in the living room of the north house are the same as when Xia Xiaoyun didn't live in. The old style and the 21 inch color TV can be rammed earth.

To put it simply, I can't find Xia Xiaoyun's shadow and breath here.

A middle-aged and old man in a black shirt was sitting on an old cloth sofa, helping fan Yingying pass the plate down.

On the sofa next to him, there was a dusty grass green canvas bag with tools only used by professional geologists.

On the table, there were also some small black stones, which reflected a bright little luster under the light.

A man in his fifties has a national face. His face cut by a knife and axe has a strong look of vicissitudes. At first glance, he is a person who doesn't stick to talking and laughing.

However, when he saw that Fang Yuan raised the curtain to come in and looked up at him, his eyes contained the look that only the word "father" could show. He asked faintly, "why did you come back so late?"

This is Fang Tianming, Fang Yuan's biological father.

If Fang Yuan could live with him all the time, he should be like this now.

Fang Yuan's eyes flickered and answered calmly, "well, I'm drinking with some friends outside."

Fan Yingying picked up the pass plate, went to the wine cabinet in the corner and asked casually, "did you mix with the boy of the Han family again?"

The boy of the Han family, of course, is Fangyuan's little Han Bin.

"Ang, that's him."

When the square sucked his nose and watched Fan Yingying take out a bottle of Baijiu from the cupboard, he suddenly had an illusion that he had no parents' life for ten years, but it was actually a dream.

In fact, he has been living with his parents. There is no so-called new urban area, no Xia Xiaoyun, no Kunlun, no old potato... There is no person or anything he has met in the past ten years after his parents' bizarre disappearance.

The ups and downs, joys and sorrows, which he experienced personally, were just a dream.

Now that he woke up, he returned to reality.

He has been married for three years and married a woman named Xiaochen as his daughter-in-law, but he still lives with his parents, just like all young people who can only live in the old city.

My father is still working at work. He just came back from a business trip today.

Although the father hated his son's idleness after three years of marriage, he could still forgive him as soon as he was a child and ask him to sit down and have a drink together.

"Come on, sit down and have a drink with me."

Fang Tianming grabbed some fried peanuts from the plate and chewed them in his mouth. He looked very happy.

"Oh."

Fang Yuan rubbed his hands. Without looking, he picked out a pony from behind the door with his toes.

He used to do this before he was 13.

Fan Yingying is also used to her son doing this. After he is full, he will put the pony behind the door, just like all mothers know what their son likes best.

Sure enough, there was a little Mazar behind the door. Fang Yuan bent down and picked up the little Mazar from his toes. He came to the table and sat down face to face with his father, just as the three of them had dinner around the table before.

"Drink less and I'll fry celery."

Fan Yingying put a bottle of white wine and two glasses of wine on a few cases and then rubbed them two times on the back of the square. He complained in a low voice that he had done nothing but went to feed them.

"In the future, don't make you and mom angry."

Fang Tianming said and picked up the wine bottle.