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Feeling the temperature brought by the down jacket, Fang Guangliang's shoulders shrank slightly again.In front of the two juniors, he didn't know where to put his hands and feet for a moment, and he looked even more stooped.

Handing back the car keys to Bi Ziyun, Fang Nan didn't even look at his father, and went directly to the front passenger's car door: "Let's go, we'll talk about it when we go home."

Fang Nan got into the car first, while Bi Ziyun stayed outside the car and opened the door of the back seat. After Fang Guangliang got into the back seat, he returned to the front driver's seat.

Since the iris had undergone surgery, the doctor did not advise Fang Nan to test his driver's license and drive.For so many years, Bi Ziyun has been driving the family car.

The father and son got into the car, and the black Mercedes left the gate of the provincial prison and merged into the noisy traffic of the city.

"Dad," Bi Ziyun said to Fang Guangliang in the back seat while staring at the speed limit sign ahead as the car drove onto the expressway, "We asked the police officer before, and when we get back, we have to take you to the household registration police station to report first. Then go to the community to register, and after finishing these, you can go home."

Ever since he got in the car, Fang Guangliang kept his eyes down and didn't speak.Hearing what Xiao Bi said, he quickly straightened his back and nodded in a panic: "Okay, thank you for your hard work, Bi."

Until the car drove off the expressway, Fang Nan didn't say a word.

Listening to Bi Ziyun racking his brains to find topics to chat with Fang Guangliang, Fang Guangliang was there obediently answering every question. He leaned on the seat and closed his eyes for a rest the whole time.

Fang Guangliang has just returned to society, so he doesn't talk much.At the end of the chat, the two really had nothing to talk about, Bi Ziyun glared at the man beside him: Damn, you are talking.

Mr. Fang pretended not to see his lover's little eyes asking for help. He set up the tablet, logged on to the company's WeChat, and organized a morning meeting for the employees in the company.

Bi Ziyun turned around and made a strong mark on Fang Nan in his heart.

Before going out, this person had clearly promised himself that he would have a good talk with his father, and he would never let the scene become deserted and embarrassing.Unexpectedly, the father and son reunited after such a long time, Fang Nan insisted on not saying a word.

Fang Guangliang also seemed to be very afraid of his son, and he didn't even dare to glance at his son from the corner of his eye.

It was Mr. Fang sitting in the passenger seat who went door to door looking for open clothing stores to buy down jackets for his father to keep out the cold.

It was also Mr. Fang who didn't show any good looks after seeing his father.

Fine.

People in their early thirties can still be so arrogant.

"By the way...Xiao Bi." Seeing Bi Ziyun's friendly attitude and chatting all the way, Fang Guangliang's words gradually increased, "It was last time, the last time I asked the inmates for help. I don't know about you. inconvenient……"

"Dad, you don't have to worry about that."

Stepping on the brakes at the crossroads, Bi Ziyun turned her head with a smile: "Even a prisoner can file a civil lawsuit in prison. I can introduce him to a few good legal aid lawyers. If Dad is worried, I will take care of this case." You can also pick it up in person.”

"There are still a few cases in Beijing." After being silent for nearly two hours, Fang Nan finally said coldly, "He's not free recently."

"No, no, that's not what I mean—" Hearing what his son said, Fang Guangliang quickly waved his hands, "I, I'm just asking for that person, how can I trouble Xiao Bi with this matter..."

I heard from my son before that Xiao Bi always helps the big shots outside in lawsuits, regardless of such trivial matters.The last time Xiao Bi accompanied his son to visit the prison, he just asked casually, but Xiao Bi really took it to heart.

After entering the toll booth in the small town, the two took Fang Guangliang through all the procedures after he was released from prison, and drove back to Zijin Garden together.

Two years ago, Zijin Garden developed the second phase of real estate on the original site. Fang Nan bought a new small building for his mothers, not far from Fang Nan's previous villa.

Having lived in Zijinyuan for several years, Fang Nan's mother also has feelings for this place.Back in Zijin Garden, with Su Lijuan's company, I got to know many old friends and old stories. Fang Nan's mother's mental state is also getting better every year.In the past few years, I have been taking medicine on time every day, and most of the time on weekdays, I am no different from ordinary people.

However, a few days before Fang Guangliang's release from prison, Fang Nan's mother began to suffer from insomnia all night long, and no medicine helped.

In order to give this long-lost couple time to be alone, Su Lijuan traveled with the sunset red tour group last week, and now only Fang Nan's mother lives in the small building.

As the car drove into the gate of Zijin Garden, Fang Nan finally spoke again: "Mom is not in good spirits, don't say anything to irritate her."

Hearing what his son said, Fang Guangliang lowered his head and twisted his hands together.

After turning two intersections, Fang Guangliang saw the woman standing in front of the small garden from a distance through the car window.

Seeing what his mother was wearing, Fang Nan was stunned for a moment.

Fang Nan's mother wore a floral dress today, and the corners of the skirt were ironed flat, but due to the age, the corners of the material were still yellow.She rolled up her hair, and in her bun was inserted a freshly picked flower from the garden, the pink petals were tender and tender.

If you ignore the fine lines at the corners of Fang Nan's mother's eyes and the white hair between her temples, at first glance she looks like a young girl in her 20s.

Fang Nan remembered that when he was young, in a family portrait in the living room at home, his mother was wearing this skirt.

This is the first dress that Fang Guangliang bought for his daughter-in-law after working odd jobs for two months in a factory when he was poor.

The car continued to move forward, Fang Guangliang stared out of the window, his withered hands were already on the door handle of the back seat.

Standing not far away was the poor boy in rags who swore to God that he wanted to marry a woman who would treat her well all his life.

The black Mercedes stopped at the garage door, Fang Guangliang slowly pushed open the door with trembling hands.

Bi Ziyun saw Fang Guangliang's thin and frail body swaying, and seemed unable to stand for a while, so he quickly pushed open the car door, wanting to go over to help him.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he stood up, Fang Nan grabbed his wrist.

"Xiao Yun," Fang Nan shook his head with complicated emotions in his eyes, "Let's not go, give them some time."

"Guilan."

Stumbling all the way to the woman in the dress, Fang Guangliang hoarsely called out Fang Nan's mother's name.

Li Guilan's eyes were full of wrinkles, but her eyes were full of smiles: "Guang Liang, are you back?"

On the day the child was born, Li Guilan asked him what name he wanted to name their child.

Fang Guangliang came out to work hard before graduating from junior high school, with a low diploma and no ink in his stomach.After looking through the dictionary and thinking for a long time, he finally said to his wife, or she should call Fang Nan.

Fang Nan, when read backwards, means the south.He met Li Guilan, the love of his life in this small southern city, and their son, like this small city that has gone through a hundred years of vicissitudes, will thrive and live forever.

There is Langui in the south, and Fangnan in Guilan.

After driving out of Zijin Garden, Bi Ziyun asked Fang Nan, "Where are you going, are you going back to the apartment?"

Fang Nan pressed the center of his eyebrows, and said in a low voice, "En."

Back at the high-rise apartment in the city center, Bi Ziyun had just put on his slippers and threw the car keys on the sofa when the man behind him came over, wrapped his arms around Bi Ziyun's waist, and put his head on his shoulder.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

While the man behind him put most of his body weight on her, Bi Ziyun picked up an apple from the coffee table, took a big bite, then raised his hand and passed it to the person behind him: "I ask you, what are you trying to do in front of your father? "

Fang Nan didn't let go of the catch, he closed his eyes tightly, and his warm breath fell on the tip of his lover's ear: "...not trying to be brave."

It was because he didn't know how to face Fang Guangliang that he brought Bi Ziyun along when he came back to pick Fang Guangliang out of prison this time.

During this period, both of them were very busy. One had just returned from discussing projects in France, and suffered from jet lag for several days in a row.

However, when he heard that he would accompany Fang Nan to pick up his father from prison, Bi Ziyun took two days off and went back to the small town with Fang Nan.

Last night, Fang Nan tossed and turned and stayed up all night, thinking of a lot of things he wanted Fang Guangliang to say.I didn't expect to see that old white-haired old man with my own eyes today, and he just didn't say a word.

"Your father is really afraid of you." Bi Ziyun grabbed the hand of the person behind him and rubbed it slowly in his palm. "The way back, he almost used me as a straw."

Fang Nan lowered his head slightly: "Are you afraid of me?"

While eating the apple, Bi Ziyun hummed tirelessly, "Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

Fang Guangliang was afraid of his son, and the employees in Fangnan's company were afraid of their boss, but Bi Ziyun was not.

After all, he is the boss of the family.

Hearing Bi Ziyun's words, Fang Nan let out a low laugh, with the hoarse and deep laughter unique to mature men.

The curtains in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows were closed, and Fang Nan's figure gradually enveloped him.He rested his chin on his lover's shoulder and held his lover's back tightly.

Sensing the intentions of the people behind him, Bi Ziyun hurriedly threw the remaining half of the apple back onto the plate on the coffee table, bent down and was about to run away: "I'm afraid of you, I'm afraid of you...you are my God, can you please!"

It's a pity that his physical strength is no longer as good as it used to be. After struggling a few times, he was restrained by Mr. Fang, who has been exercising all year round.

"I'm on the plane early tomorrow morning, and I'm going to have a trial when I get back." Attorney Bi said with a righteous face, trying to convince people with a sharp mouth, "If the business is delayed, then I—"

The delicate kisses went all the way down the corners of Bi Ziyun's eyes until they completely blocked his restless mouth.

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