Chapter 1244

Although the woman in the picture is pretty and her figure attracts men's attention, she must be 17 or 18 streets away from the fairy.

Even if she was really a fairy, she was just a sieve, and Fang Yuan ignored her.

Sieve didn't intend to let Fang Yuan pay attention to it. He just agreed to let himself and the fairy have a love nest in Lihua mountain.

The requirements of the sieve are not high, and there is no reason to refuse.

He just always felt as if he had seen this woman somewhere, but he couldn't remember it.

These are all recent troubles. They have consumed a large number of brain cells. Naturally, they don't want to waste their brains on the question of who the fairy is. Don't you see that the mobile phone is buzzing again?

"Why don't you answer the phone?"

The sieve glanced at the mobile phone and asked.

"Wait until you're full, so as not to be in a bad mood."

Fang Yuan directly cut off Xia Xiaoyun's call, pulled the chicken and wolfed it down.

"I heard from Greene that the road under the mountain will be completed tomorrow. Do you want to hold a traffic opening ceremony?"

Sieve chatted casually: "for your help, I can be a ribbon cutting guest for free. If necessary, I can also give an impromptu speech. "

"Don't worry about it. Even if I let the donkey show his face, I won't let you go."

Bow your head and gobble around, vaguely speaking.

"Shit, if it weren't for my sake that I couldn't beat you, I'd beat you into a pig's head with your words!"

Sieve angrily stood up, patted the table hard, turned and went out.

He has thrown all his troubles to Fang Yuan, so there is no need to stay here and continue to pretend to be a grandson. He can take advantage of the bright moon tonight to enjoy the charming night view of Lihua mountain.

Under the same night sky, some people are in a lively night tour, some are sitting alone in front of the window looking at the outside in a daze, some are drinking alone to the moon, and Xia Xiaoyun is sitting at the stone table, making tea for Yan Ying with a teapot.

Tea is good tea. It is said to be the best Dahongpao.

If someone else said that, Xia Xiaoyun would certainly think that person was bullshit, but since the person who said that was Yan Ying, Dahongpao was really picked from that tree.

The master of the Yan family is one of the people who are qualified to taste this kind of tea. As the fourth aunt of the Yan family, Yan Ying has paid lifelong happiness for the rise of the Yan family. What's the significance of drinking some top-grade Dahongpao?

However, Xia Xiaoyun can also see from Yan Ying's action of taking out tea from her small bag that she is ready to stay -- at least, she has to wait until Fang Yuan comes back.

The guy in Fangyuan didn't come back. No matter how he called him, he didn't answer, that is, he wasn't free.

This makes Xiao Xia lose face. Don't forget that she is the only daughter-in-law in Yan Ying's mind. Although the road ahead is too bleak and some can't see clearly... But the future daughter-in-law can't even call back her fiance. Why does she feel embarrassed?

It's late at night now. When he called Fang Yuan ten minutes ago, he had turned off his power.

"No, I drank a lot of water today."

Yan Ying smiled, shook her head, declined, and Xia Xiaoyun continued to pour her tea: "it's not early, it's time to have a rest."

"Why don't I drive to Lihua mountain now?"

Xia Xiaoyun put down the teapot and whispered her suggestion.

Yan Ying shook her head again, then sighed gently, stood up and turned to the north door.

Xia Xiaoyun stood up and watched Yan Ying walk into the living room. She went directly to the surrounding bedroom and closed the door.

She didn't go back to rest, holding her cheeks in her hands and looking up at the curved moon in the sky in a daze.

Yan Ying's return home is a great event for her and Fangyuan.

Xia Xiaoyun felt that when she called Fang Yuan, she had to tell him, "your mother is coming and hurry back to serve," but Yan Ying disagreed with her. The reason is very simple: Fang Yuan may not come back in her life after she learned that she came home.

Yan Ying didn't forget how much psychological damage she caused to Fang Yuan in Carmen together with Fang Tianming and Chen Wanyue, so big that she didn't have the face to see her son.

But she is also very helpless. Just like her marriage, she can't make her own decisions.

Yan Ying only hopes that after talking with her son alone, she hopes he can forgive her difficulties.

To tell the truth, Yan Ying is more anxious than anyone to see Fang Yuan's urgency, but she has to bear it.

The unusual way of life has made Yan Ying more aware than anyone of the truth that "Haste makes waste".

It's like Xia Xiaoyun roundly asked Shui Yingying what to do (you admit I'm your future daughter-in-law, but only if Fangyuan has a legal wife), questioned her current so young and beautiful appearance, and wanted to know how the Yan Family treated Fangyuan and ye Mingmei.

Yan Ying didn't answer her.

Of course, she wouldn't refuse. She just said that she would talk to her about these things when she was free, because she had heard enough today, and her mind would be more confused if she listened again, which was not good for her.

Since Yan Ying appeared in the king of Tang Dynasty, of course she came with an attitude of "having one say one", but like a person around, Xia Xiaoyun, a good future daughter-in-law, is only someone else's daughter no matter how obedient.

Fang Yuan now lives in this bedroom, which is the bridal chamber between Yan Ying and Fang Tianming. However, after being decorated by Xia Xiaoyun, she has changed her old appearance. She can no longer find the slightest trace of her when she was the hostess. Everything is full of the unique vitality of young people.

After closing the door, Yan Ying leaned against the door panel and looked up at the wall above the head of the bed: here, there should be a picture frame inlaid with the family photo of the nine-year-old.

The photo frame has disappeared and was almost thrown around: there are no such parents. He ran away without saying a word, which made him suffer enough. What qualifications do you have to be parents, or throw it away and pull it down.

Even if Fang Yuan threw it in front of Yan Ying, she wouldn't blame him.

Yan Ying has two sorry men in her life, one is Sirius falling in the northwest, and the other is her son.

Compared with Sirius, Yan Ying must love her son more.

So even if Fang Yuan comes back, in front of Xia Xiaoyun, he will give her a big slap in the face, and then point to the door to let her go. Yuan Si doesn't recognize her as a mother. Yan Ying won't blame her.

Since the fall of Sirius, Yan Ying might have committed suicide if she hadn't remembered her son.

Maybe it's because I'm too tired these days?

When Yan Ying stared at the wall where the family photo should have been hung in a daze, her sight gradually blurred, and her ears sounded the sound of her childhood crying for her mother.

Then, the tears flowed down without warning, just like the flood of the burst of the dike. How to close your eyes, you can only cover your face with both hands and squat on the ground slowly along the door panel.

She looks like a guest.

This feeling is quite true. Even when she said she wanted to rest, she didn't ask Xia Xiaoyun if she lived in this bedroom, so she walked in and told others with practical actions: she is the hostess of the Fang family.

But why does she feel like a guest now?

Can it be said that since she left the house fifteen years ago, she has completely lost her qualification as a hostess?

Yan Ying didn't know. She just cried silently. Her forehead touched the ground. Her bent body collapsed on the ground, and her shoulders trembled violently.

Outside the door, Xia Xiaoyun came into the living room.

As if she knew what Yan Ying was doing now, Xia Xiaoyun gently knocked on the door: "aunt Yan, did you sleep?"

Yan Ying didn't say a word and stopped crying.

"Everything will be all right. Good night, aunt. "

Xia Xiaoyun waited outside for a moment, said hello and went back to her own room.

Yes, everything will be all right.

Yan Ying repeated this sentence repeatedly in her heart, raised her hand and wiped her tears, and slowly climbed up from the ground.

The bed is very big. It looks very comfortable and tidy. It seems that no matter whether you are at home or not, someone will tidy the room.

Yan Ying gets rid of her shoes and lies half soft on the windowsill, staring at the window.

I don't know how long it took before she gently sighed, wiped the tears on her face again, reached out to turn off the light and prepared to rest, but she opened the bedside table drawer like a ghost.

There was nothing in the drawer except a simple and old photo frame.

In the picture embedded in the frame, the nine year old boy's eyes are very black and bright, as if he could speak: How did you go home? I've been waiting for you for a long time.

Tears trickled down again and fell on the picture frame.

Yan Ying, who was holding the photo frame, fell asleep. Her face was full of tears, but she was like a girl in love, with a sweet smile on her mouth.

For fifteen years, it was the most comfortable night for her to sleep.

I always dream that a little boy is running around, and there is a man watching not far away.

The man's face looked a little fuzzy, like both Fang Tianming and Sirius.

But no matter who she looks like, Yan Ying will no longer care: as long as she is alive, the man she cares about most can only be her son Fangyuan.

One day, Fang Yuan will put down her heart and wait for her to die.

During this sleep, Yan Ying slept soundly and deeply.

When she woke up, it was more than 10 a.m. the next day.

If a bird didn't fall on the pomegranate tree outside the window and chirp, maybe she wouldn't wake up.

Looking down at the picture in her arms, Yan Ying went down to the window and opened the curtain after watching it for half an hour.

The sun shines in at once, which is very dazzling.

She quickly closed her eyes and opened the window after a little adaptation -- hoo, there was an inaudible wind mixed with fresh air, which shrouded her in an instant and made her take a deep breath.

The yard was very quiet, and the singing bird also flew away. Only the sun spread all over the yard.

Xia Xiaoyun took Laura to work and left a note saying that breakfast was ready. She put it on the kitchen board and covered it with a gauze cage (anti mosquito and fly). At that time, she just needs to reheat.

Yan Ying is very satisfied with Xia Xiaoyun's concern.

Reluctantly put the photo frame back in the drawer, Yan Ying walked lazily out of the room.

As soon as I came to the yard, I heard the door knocked gently.

Fangyuan is back!

Yan Ying suddenly jumped from the corner of her eyes and disappeared lazily. She raised her feet and ran to the door for two steps, but stopped again: she just got up. Although her image is far from that of the lazy women in those jokes, she doesn't want her son to leave a sloppy impression on him when he officially saw her at first sight.

When she washed her face and combed her hair as quickly as possible, Yan Ying only worried that Fang Yuan would leave impatiently. She quickly drank cold water, grunted in her mouth, vomited in the wash basin, turned and trotted out, but stopped again.

If it were Fang Yuan, he wouldn't knock at the door so politely.