Siheyuan: I am Yi Zhonghai's biological son

When everyone saw Yi Ping'an coming back, they all stood up and greeted him.

"Are you back safely?"

"Ping An, I haven't seen you for a while, maybe two or three years?"

"Safe, you're back."

Yi Pingan also greeted along the way,

"You are eating,"

"Yes, I just got back."

"Okay, let's sit together some time."

That's how it is in a siheyuan. When you meet someone, you have to say hello. Yi Ping'an hasn't been back for a long time, and he feels a little bit numb from this kind of enthusiasm.

"Ping'an, you're back?" Sha Zhu's loud voice rang out. He walked quickly to Yi Ping'an and looked Yi Ping'an up and down.

"Brother Zhuzi, I just came back. Have you eaten?" Yi Ping'an gave a cigarette to Sha Zhu, and gave one to each of the people around him. One box of cigarettes was not enough, so Wang Kaixuan quickly took out another box and gave it to Yi Ping'an.

When distributing cigarettes, it is important to give them to everyone in the group and not leave anyone out. Once you have given them, you have to give them to everyone, otherwise don't give any to anyone.

"I ate. I just finished. I was wondering why your children didn't come to eat today. Turns out it's you who came back." Sha Zhu is still so carefree.

"These kids of mine have caused a lot of trouble in your family, right?" Yi Ping'an said with a smile.

"What are you talking about? I'm so happy that they came to my house. It means they like me." Sha Zhu said.

"Are you sure they like you? Not your craftsmanship?" Yi Ping'an asked back.

"Well, it's all the same, all the same." Sha Zhu smiled naively.

"Oh, I miss your cooking too. Do you have time tomorrow?" Yi Ping'an has no shortage of food now. The chefs in the research institute are quite skilled, but Yi Ping'an still misses Sha Zhu's cooking. It seems that the older he gets, the more he misses the past. Yi Ping'an even feels that he is old.

"That's easy. Come to my house tomorrow night and I'll show you my cooking skills. I have created many dishes in the past few years. Give me some suggestions." Sha Zhu said and the decision was made.

"Okay, tell me what you need and I'll buy it for you if I don't have it." Yi Ping'an also wanted to relax.

"Then it's settled."

After the two of them agreed, Yi Ping'an walked towards the Yi family. After taking two steps, he saw Liu Haizhong and Yan Bugui talking to Yi Zhonghai.

"Hey, Uncle Liu, Teacher Yan." Yi Ping'an quickly took out a cigarette and gave one to each of them.

"I'm safe. It feels like I haven't seen you in years." Liu Haizhong said.

"Yeah, I haven't been back for two years."

"I'm safe. Will you stay a few more days this time?" Yan Bugui asked.

"Stay a few more days." Yi Ping'an said.

After a few more words, Yi Ping'an finally walked into the house. It took him more than ten minutes to walk these few steps.

At the dinner table, the children were eating obediently. They were not picky eaters. Yi Ping'an was afraid that because their family conditions were good, these children had been raised without knowing the hardships of the world. Now it seemed that they were doing well.

After dinner, Yi Ping'an accompanied Yi Zhonghai for a walk across the courtyard.

"Dad, I'm going to take my wife and children to see my mother tomorrow. I haven't seen her in several years." Yi Ping'an said somewhat depressed.

"Tomorrow is the weekend, I will go with you. You have no choice. If your mother were still alive, she would definitely be proud of you. Any son who has this ability would be handed over to the country." Yi Zhonghai comforted Yi Ping'an.

"Hehe, where did you hear this nonsense?" Yi Ping'an was amused by his father's words.

"Is what I said wrong? To be frank, I can walk around the factory with my head held high now. Everyone who sees me is polite to me. Do you think I don't know why?

Let's not talk about others, let's talk about Director Li. He calls me Master Yi every time he sees me. Is he looking at me? He is looking at you.

The old people often say: Thirty years ago, the father respected the son; thirty years later, the son respects the father.

Your father understands me very well. I will retire at the end of the year. From now on, I will stay at home to look after my grandchildren, pick them up from school, play chess with old neighbors, and go out for a walk. This life is very beautiful. "

Yi Zhonghai said proudly, who wouldn't envy him now? Even though his son is rarely at home, no one dares to bully them, otherwise how dare these guys walk sideways on the street?

That was the popularity their father had throughout Nanluoguxiang.

"Dad, actually I can't stay at home for a few days. I don't know when I will be back this time. Please take care of the family." Yi Ping'an said and lowered his head.

"It's okay. Dad is in good health. Just go and do your own thing. With all these kids at home, it's hard not to be busy. Don't worry. Everything is fine at home."

Yi Zhonghai patted his son's arm. He had come to terms with it now. His son was capable and had brought honor to the family. Their Yi family had changed their status and in the future, they would be known as a family of scholars and no longer peasants. It didn't matter if he wasn't at home. Only children with no future would stay with their parents every day. Children with promise would have spread their wings and flown away on their own.

"Dad, I'll come back to be with you when I'm done with my work." That was all Yi Ping'an could say.

"Okay, Dad will wait for you to come back." Yi Zhonghai said with a smile.

The father and son seemed to have returned to the way they were when they were working at the steel mill, talking, chatting, and sharing gossip in the yard.

The next day, Yi Ping'an took Yi Zhonghai, Meng Xiaoting and his five sons to Wan'an Cemetery.

Counting the years when the wind blew, Yi Ping'an hadn't visited Li Guihua for a long time. He placed incense and candles, knelt in front of Li Guihua's tomb, and while burning paper money, he muttered:

"Mom, I'm here to see you. I haven't been here for several years. I was too busy before, and I couldn't come over for those years. Don't be angry with me.

Mom, you now have five grandchildren, two pairs of twins, isn't that amazing? They've come to see you too..."

Yi Ping'an kept on rambling on and on, and he became more and more sad. He was old now and didn't want to cry anymore, but he felt bad in his heart.

Several children also knelt behind him and kowtowed to Li Guihua, and Yi Zhonghai asked them to stand up.

Since the wind stopped, Yi Zhonghai brought them to visit the grave every year. They all knew that their grandmother was buried here.

"Guihua, your son is here to see you, with his daughter-in-law, grandson and all. Are you happy? Your son is promising, and he is busy. Don't blame him if he can't come. Who made you give birth to such a great son, don't you think?"

Yi Zhonghai's words really deserved a beating, and Yi Ping'an was speechless after hearing them. This guy really gets more childish as he gets older.

On the way back, the group had the children running in front, Meng Xiaoting and Tietou following them, Yi Zhonghai and his son walking in the middle, and Wang Kaixuan at the end.

"Ping An, your mother's grave was a double grave when I bought it. When I die, you bury me next to your mother. I want to be with her. I don't know if she will be reincarnated or if she still remembers me."

Yi Zhonghai sounded a little sad. Perhaps it was because he was getting older, but now he could always dream about his youth.

"What about my mother? Is she buried here too? Why don't you three go over there and fight?" Yi Ping'an asked, trying to liven up the atmosphere. Why was he talking about this?

Sure enough, Yi Zhonghai stopped and glared at Yi Ping'an. This guy really deserves a beating. He doesn't know his own limitations after never being beaten, right?

"Humph, I've already made an agreement with your mother. If she gets ahead of me, I'll make arrangements for her. Remember to visit her grave during the New Year and other holidays. If I get ahead of her, you can choose a place that she's satisfied with.

I have been with her all my life, and I will be with your mother in the next life." Yi Zhonghai finally let Haodaer go.

"What if my mother finds her there? She was in her prime when she passed away. Now you are old, how can she still keep you?" Yi Ping'an continued to play tricks.

"Pa" Yi Zhonghai slapped Haodaer on the back. This brat really deserved a beating. How could he talk like that? Then he walked forward angrily.

Yi Ping'an looked at his father from behind, and Xiaoxiao followed him.

"Dad, dad, dad, please say something. You are so old, why are you still so angry?"

Yi Zhonghai stopped and raised his hand again.

"Dad, if my mother saw you hitting me, she would probably not want you anymore." Yi Ping'an glanced at the cemetery behind.

"Hmph!" Yi Zhonghai put down his hand and continued walking forward with his hands behind his back.

"Dad, are you really angry? Who told you to say those words just now? You are only sixty years old. You shouldn't say that. If I hear that again, I will come and complain to my mother and tell her that you don't want me anymore."

Yi Ping'an supported Yi Zhonghai and walked forward. The mountain road was difficult to walk on, so they had to be careful not to let the old man fall.

"Alas, everyone has that day."

"Let's talk about it when that day comes. I don't want to hear it now." Yi Ping'an was rarely so childish. "A son wants to support his parents but they are no longer there." He didn't want to hear this. You could say he was deceiving himself or that he was stubborn. Yi Zhonghai had given him two lifetimes of fatherly love, and he wanted Yi Zhonghai to live a long life.

When they reached the foot of the mountain, Yi Zhonghai suddenly stopped and said, "Son, what if your mother really finds someone over there?"

Yi Ping'an's eyes widened after hearing this. So this is what you've been thinking about for so long?

"How about you try hard and live to be 130 years old. Even if my mother finds another one, it will be a whole life before you start over?" Yi Ping'an said cautiously.

"You're right. What if she thinks I'm old?" Yi Zhonghai thought for a moment and nodded.

Is this okay?

Yi Ping'an was stunned for a moment. Why not? Of course it will work!