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Since Yan Che and the others were found "floating" on the Jiguanshan Lake that had suddenly "grown up" and were salvaged, before they knew it, a month had passed and the winter had truly entered.

The geographical location of Yanjiawan meant that he rarely had snow.

However, this year it was rare to see heavy snowfall, and the mountains and plains were covered in white. The whole world seemed to be immersed in a mournful white, with a thickness of more than 30 centimeters.

On this day, Yan Guosheng woke up early again. After putting on the thick down jacket that Yan Che bought for his family a few days ago, he left the room and came to the yard where the snow covered his original appearance.

Stretching his back greatly, Yan Guosheng frowned, looking at another room, and frowned again after hearing the coughing sound coming from inside, a trace of heaviness and worry flashed in his eyes.

The hand that was about to reach out to the bamboo broom retracted, and Yan Guosheng looked at the door of that room.

Sure enough, the next moment, a familiar figure appeared at the door. After Yan Guosheng sighed inaudibly, he quickly adjusted his facial features, put on a relaxed expression, and walked towards the figure, greeting him with a relaxed tone as he walked. He said, "Fourth brother, why did you get up so early? It's so cold, why don't you rest for a while?"

Yan Guoqiang was taken aback for a moment, swallowed hard, swallowed the itchiness in his throat, pretended to tidy up the thick down jacket on his body, and put a far-fetched smile on the corner of his mouth: "Oh, don't you wake up so early Is it?"

While speaking, Yan Guoqiang raised his eyes to look at the white yard, and said with a hint of regret, but also with emotion: "It's been many years, I haven't seen such a heavy snow in many years."

Yan Guosheng went up to meet him, followed Yan Guoqiang's line of sight and glanced around, his eyelids drooped, suppressing the trace of sentimentality in his eyes, he opened his mouth, the words in his throat twirled around in his mouth, and finally the words that came out of his mouth were Changed: "It's snowing, the old man said, auspicious snow heralds a good year, the coming year... must be a good year for us farmers."

Nodding in agreement with Yan Guosheng's words, Yan Guoqiang's pale face was stained with a smile, and said: "Yes, after San'er came back, although there have been many things this year, but our days are indeed a happy one. It's getting better every year, hehe."

"Yeah, not only San'er, but the eldest family is also happy." Yan Guosheng caught a glimpse of the dark red that had dried up at the corner of Yan Guoqiang's mouth, his eyes twitched, his eye sockets were flushed, the smile on his face was a little light, and there were many eyes. A layer of mourning, with a choked tone: "Fourth brother, you should sleep a little longer."

Patting the back of Yan Guosheng's hand, Yan Guoqiang pushed away the hand that Yan Guosheng extended to support him, shook his head, and said, "Yes, the children have grown up, we...should be old too."

Listening to Yan Guoqiang's words, Yan Guosheng subconsciously glanced at Yan Che's room, and then quickly retracted them for a moment, but his throat began to feel dry, his lips trembled, and he couldn't say anything.

"Ah." With a long and dull sigh, Yan Guoqiang led Yan Guosheng to step on the thick snow towards the frozen pond.

Yan Guosheng paused, lowered his head, stepped on Yan Guoqiang's footsteps, but quickly followed Yan Guoqiang's footsteps.

After Yan Guoqiang and Yan Guosheng walked away one after the other, not long after, another door opened, and the first poked his head out, looking at the back of Yan Guoqiang and Yan Guoqiang who was frowning with thick eyebrows.

"Whisper and Uncle are gone?" Zhao Cuihua poked her head out from behind Yan Jiang, glanced at the direction Yan Guoqiang and the two left, and turned to ask Yan Jiang.

However, Yan Jiang ignored Zhao Cuihua, but stretched out his hand to embrace Zhao Cuihua into the room, and the two returned to the room again and closed the door.

Zhao Cuihua didn't lose her temper with Yan Jiang's series of rude actions, but went back to the room, sat back on the bed, frowned and sighed while arranging the bedding: "Oh, tell me, what's the matter?" What's the matter...how come one or two...are both like this?"

While speaking, Zhao Cuihua also stopped her movements, and sat on the edge of the bed with a sad face: What's so good about a tough man?A soft woman is a good choice for inheriting the family!

Of course, Zhao Cuihua would never say these words.

Taking a peek at Yan Jiang with a sullen face, Zhao Cuihua pursed her lips, swallowed the words she wanted to comfort, sighed again, stood up, and continued to tidy up.

Yan Jiang ignored Zhao Cuihua, took out a cigarette from his pocket, took out one, stood in front of the bamboo window, lit it, and took a deep breath.

This year, many things happened in Yanjiawan.

This month, many things happened in their family.

A month ago, because of some netizen gathering organized by Yan Jialing, everyone was thrown into a commotion, and even a murder case occurred. Although it is not known whether the case has been solved yet, it seems that it has nothing to do with Yan Jiawan... Well, it didn't affect Yan Jiawan either.

However, after all, they are two living lives. One day they were joking and chatting together, and the next day they were stiff corpses.

Thinking of the expressions of the mother and daughter when they were numb with grief and left with shame and anger, and the scene where Zhao's mother cried until she fainted on the spot when the girl's parents came to pick up the body, Yan Jiang shook his head: He remembers I heard Liu Yi say that Shen Zongji was not a good man, he had a wife and a daughter, and he even messed around with a little girl.

However, after the police determined that it had nothing to do with Yan Jiawan, apart from the occasional chills in his heart when he thought about it, which served as a wake-up call, Yan Jiang's headache was a series of things that happened later.

Yan Che came back, and on the day when the Wantou River "changed" back to the Wantou River again, the whole family thought that something happened to them, but the police fished them back from the lake on Jiguan Mountain.

That's right, the Wantou River has returned, and the small Jiguanshan pond (Jikanshan Lake) that the old people once described as "Wang Yang" suddenly expanded... And Yan Che, Fujikodu, Yan Jialing, and him all appeared in the water of the lake.

Why does it appear in the lake?

Yan Jiang didn't know, he only remembered that when he was looking for Yan Jialing, he lost his way in the old forest of Pingliang Mountain. In reality, Fujiko fell off the cliff in front of the two of them, and then fell somewhere... When he woke up again, he was Back home.

Now that I have come back safely, both Yan Che and Tengzi, and my only son Yan Jialing have also returned safe and sound, what else does Yan Jiang have to worry about?

It's just... the reality is like this, when you feel good, there will always be some things that make things difficult.

Taking a deep breath of the cold air, Yan Jiang threw the last cigarette butt out of the bamboo window, looked back at Zhao Cuihua who was making the bed with a sad face, looked down at the big rough hands that were empty, and walked up a few steps. Before, hugging Zhao Cuihua tightly.

Zhao Cuihua was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly felt that her old face was a little hot. She patted Yan Jiang's big hand a few times in shame and anger, and her tone was involuntarily coquettish: "What are you doing? The children are so old, and they don't mind being seen. It's embarrassing."

Yan Jiang rubbed his face between Zhao Cuihua's hair, a faint smile finally appeared in his eyes, and a trace of guilt: "Cui'er..."

Zhao Cuihua felt that the heat on her face was even worse... how many years, only Yan Jiang called her that when she was just married... involuntarily, Zhao Cuihua softened her body, raised her arms and hugged Yan Jiang's thick waist tightly , Gently and softly "Yes", she knew that Yan Jiang had something to ask her again...

"They are my younger brothers. They... have suffered a lot." The choking in Yan Jiang's tone became more obvious, but then eased with Zhao Cuihua's gentle pat on his back, and continued: "We are still young... The condition of the family is good now, tomorrow... let's go get the ring, let's add another baby... I will look for someone later, Chun'er and Qiu'er ask them to pass tea to San'er, and let Qiu'er fill in the family tree A name. The second child... Let's get another baby, give him..."

Zhao Cuihua's movements froze for a moment, her eyes turned red, she bit her lip and nodded slightly: "Well, you are the head of the house, so how can you not listen to what you say as a mother-in-law?"

"Tweety, all these years, I've been sorry for you."

"What are you talking about, we are one husband and wife." Sniffing, Zhao Cuihua forced a smile on the corner of her mouth, suppressed the choking in her throat, and said softly, "It's all right now, this year's Chinese New Year, we won't be sad."

In another room, three red-eyed, exhausted men sat with their heads bowed.

Yan Che looked up and saw a few gleams of light through the thick and dense bamboo curtain, smiled bitterly, and said, "Oh, it's dawn so early."

Hearing this, the other two men also looked up.

Fujiko got up from the bamboo stool, came to Yan Che's side and stretched out his hand to throw the quilt for Yan Che, and said softly: "Isn't your body still not relieved? Now, take a nap to catch up on sleep!"

Yan Che nodded slightly, moved his eyes from the bamboo curtain to Zhang Chang, opened his mouth, and said softly: "You...show me the photo of my second brother..." I have to decide what it looks like. I know!

Zhang Chang was slightly taken aback, his body was a little stiff, and then he quickly relaxed again, nodded slightly, and raised his hand to reach into the inner layer of the somewhat wrinkled suit.

What Zhang Chang took out was a cowhide wallet. Looking at the degree of wear and tear of the wallet, Yan Che knew that the wallet was quite old.

Watching Zhang Chang carefully take out two photos from the inner layer of the wallet, rubbing his eyes tenderly for a moment, pursing his lips, and handing them to Fujiko very solemnly.

Seeing that Yan Che took the photo without looking at it, but stared straight at the wallet, Zhang Chang also had some thoughts of putting aside, smiled slightly, and generously put the wallet in front of him, the corners of his mouth became more gentle, and said: "It looks familiar, doesn't it?"

Yan Che nodded slightly.

"Heh." Zhang Chang's tone was more gentle as if he was stroking his true love: "Ayan, no, your second brother said that you bought it for him... I came out of prison with him, he... …The only thing left of his belongings is this wallet, which was later…given to me.”

Yan Che suddenly realized, and there was a layer of sadness in his eyes: No wonder, it feels familiar.

Fujiko's eyes kept falling on the photo that Zhang Chang asked him to hand to Yan Che, his pupils shrank violently almost invisible, and the astonishment in his eyes was fleeting, but his face was a little dark.

Glancing quietly at Yan Che, Fujiko calmed down, pretended to be safe and returned to the original position, and sat back on the bamboo stool.

Yan Che didn't see the changes in Tengzidu, but Zhang Chang could see them clearly.

You have to know sooner or later, don't you?

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Chang sat up straight and secretly clenched his fists: If you want to go home, I will help you.No matter what the situation is, I will bear it for you...just like you did back then...to protect me with my life...

There are three photos.

One is a group photo of a group of prisoners in labor uniforms; one is a mummy-like person wrapped in bandages; the last one, the bottom one... When it appeared in front of Yan Che's eyes, Yan Che's body shook violently. He sat up again, his eyes widened, his pupils constricted violently, and his hands began to tremble.

His gloomy and piercing eyes were like ice knives, and he swept towards Zhang Chang. Yan Che almost gritted his teeth and looked at Zhang Chang word by word: "This, is my second brother? Is he what he looks like now?"

Obviously a person who is as beautiful as a fragile object, Zhang Chang couldn't help but shudder at the look in his eyes at this moment, but he clenched his fists tightly, stared at Yan Che's stare, and raised his head with difficulty, Looking back resolutely: "That's Yan He."

"My second brother... on earth...why is he like this?" Yan Che involuntarily squeezed the corner of the photo with his fingers, and the corner of the photo began to twist and wrinkle.

As soon as Yan Che's question came out, Zhang Chang's momentum suddenly slumped, and his entire upright body weakened weakly: "In an accident, Yan He was injured because of me, because of me."

"Injured?" Yan Che lifted the quilt abruptly, raised his legs and was about to get out of bed, but was stopped by Fujiko, who looked at Fujiko's focused eyes, Yan Che was slightly taken aback, his facial features and movements all slowed down. After he calmed down, his tone became a little looser: "Before going to prison, or after."

"Later." Zhang Chang, who had always been a dragon and a phoenix, revealed regret in his tone at this moment: "I have been looking for him for a year and a half, and after I found him, he became what he is now. Now this Inseparable from the wheelchair look."

Yan Che didn't ask any more questions, and fell back into Fujiko's arms weakly, his eyes became empty, looking at the roof emptyly.

Fujiko was very worried that Yan Che's situation would be bad for his health, so he frowned tightly and called softly: "Yan Che, Yan Che..."

Yan Che came back to his senses, looked at Zhang Chang, his gaze finally fell on Fujikodu's face, a far-fetched smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he raised his hand to brush Fujikodu's tightly frowning brows, and said bitterly, "I'm fine."

Closing his eyes in pain, Yan Che didn't want to look at anyone, and fell into a deep self-blame: All this is because of me... If it wasn't for my actions after my mother left, if it wasn't for my behavior I despise this family, if it wasn't because I resolutely left this house because of my ignorance, my second brother would not leave after I left... and there would be such an ending... Yes, it's all because of me... Aging, elder brother's exhaustion, second brother's... it's all because of me.

After Zhang Chang left, Fujiko gave Yan Che a cup of warm water. He just put the cup away, and when he turned around, Fujiko saw the tears on Yan Che's face and froze in place.

Ever since I met Yan Che, and now I get along with Yan Che day and night, in Fujiko's eyes, Yan Che is perfect, the kind of beauty that is perfect beyond gender, every frown and smile, every anger and anger ( ?), or as indifferent as ink painting, or as gorgeous as a hundred flowers blooming, or as sad as misty rain on the west...etc, etc., but, never before has there been such a silence that has nothing to do with beauty at all, and does not care about the image at all Tears streamed down his face, making people feel heartbroken and followed by pain.

Fujiko didn't even open his mouth to comfort him, and he didn't know how to comfort him. All he can do now is to step forward, gently, softly, and carefully embrace Yan Che into his arms, covering Yan Che's moment with his chest. With his miserable appearance, let him stick to his chest, and use his heartbeat... to comfort him silently.

Faintly, Fujiko heard Yan Che's voice without a trace of popularity, which seemed to come from the bottom of her heart: "It's all me, it's all because of me...all of this is because of me... "

People can not escape from doing wrong.

That's what I said, but... the pain in the world is nothing more than discovering that the source of all your suffering and pain is actually caused by yourself. Only then did you realize why there is such a saying: The world is hard to bear. Seek regret medicine.

This kind of pain is soul-destroying remorse, intertwined with various human emotions, endlessly repeating the vicious circle, pulling people to rest... Yes, it is the ultimate punishment of "never be reborn forever" , the ultimate torment.

Seeing Yan Che like this, Fujiko suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness all over her body. When she closed her eyes, Fujiko put on a wry smile: I always felt that God was unfair to me, and I couldn't get used to that family... Now that I think about it, Compared with Yan Che's experience, it is really like the old people in Yanjiawan who often say "live in the blessings and not cherish the blessings", and he is really the bastard who doesn't know the good and the bad.

Taking a deep breath, absorbing the light but not greasy fragrance from Yan Che's body, Fujiko suddenly felt that being rich and honorable, being above ten thousand people, is what she really wanted?Can money, power and interests really satisfy people?So, why is living such a simple life, embracing the person you want to miss, full of satisfaction?

Opening his eyes again, the hidden ambitions and aspirations in Fujiko's eyes disappeared, gradually flat, gradually gentle and soft: that's honey, my arsenic... That's right, what I want is not those vain things, What I want... Lowering my head and looking at the top of Yan Che's head, the corners of Fujiko's mouth curled up slightly: What I want is to be with this person, even if it's simple, even if one child is broken into two, even if the future is still rough and bleak , is also a simple day full of happiness and joy.

"Yan Che, I understand." Fujiko spit out five words softly, seeing Yan Che looking up at herself in bewilderment, Fujiko responded with a gentle smile, bowed her head and kissed him softly Printed on the corner of Yan Che's mouth: "I really understand."

Yes, I get it.

For some things with unknown prospects, you can think about, dream about, and work hard, but the most important thing is to cherish what is in front of you and understand your original heart.

What kind of philosophy of life did Fujiko understand, Yan Che didn't ask further, he could no longer be allowed to think about things unscrupulously like before, and he couldn't allow him to muddle along all day long, thinking about tomorrow today, and tomorrow and tomorrow.

As he became more and more aware of Fujiko's feelings for him, Yan Che's thoughts became heavier day by day.

At first, Yan Che was ignoring Fujiko's feelings for him by "revenging" like a cover-up, but now, after the incident at Pingliang Mountain, after that moment of life-and-death pain, Yan Che is no longer sure... really want to say Fujiko After all left, he can still deal with it indifferently, and it doesn't matter if he continues?

Oh, that absolute, absolute is already impossible.

Yan Che is not stupid, it is precisely because Yan Che is too smart, so he also understands that he no longer has "no feelings" for Fujiko. The relationship between him has changed, from shallow to deep, deeply rooted in the soul, stronger and more mellow than the relationship between him and Fu Zi, it is not something that can be given up just by letting go.

Thinking of this, the corners of Yan Che's mouth twitched, and his heart was both unwilling and sweetly mocking himself: Look, look, what is love at first sight that penetrates into the soul, and the relationship that accumulates into rivers and oceans is fatal when we get along day and night.

But no, the scariest thing is getting used to... getting used to some actions, some habits, getting used to being alone...

Therefore, even if the matter of the second elder brother Yan He has been thoroughly guessed by the old father, Yan Che can no longer ignore Fujikoto's emotions, and still selfishly ignore him and belittle his feelings.

It's just, whether to confess to relatives - coming out, Yan Che thinks, I'm afraid Fujiko must continue to be wronged about this matter.

Thinking of this, Yan Che hooked Fujikodu's neck, pulled his head down, raised his head and kissed Fujikodu's mouth fiercely, the kiss was fierce and hot, the more he kissed Yan Che, the sadder he was, the more he kissed Yan Che The more I felt sorry for Fujiko, the tongue was tossing, there were clicks of saliva, heavy exhalation, and continuous moans, and Yan Che's heart sank: Fujiko, in the future, I will use all of my own to make up for you, okay? !Whether you will...

The two huddled together in the room for a while, but in the end they couldn't continue to do whatever they wanted for a long time.

So, when Yan Che and Fujiko left the room neatly dressed one after the other, it happened that Zhang Chaoying had already tidied up the two little ones, and was pulling the two little ones who hadn't arrived in the winter vacation to prepare to serve.

Zhao Cuihua brought out a plate of red kimchi for breakfast, a bamboo shaukei, yellow, yellow, green and green, which made people salivate excessively, baked egg pancakes with a steaming aroma, and a pot of hot millet vegetable porridge, which was equally delicious. After greeting Fujiko and Yan Che that there was hot water in the kitchen, they entered the main room.

On the big wooden table in the main room, Yan Guosheng's eyes wandered to the east and west. After seeing Zhang Chaoying bringing the two children in, he got up and together with Zhang Chaoying arranged the stationery and schoolbags for the two children.

At the same time Zhao Cuihua put the breakfast on the table, she took a peek at Zhang Chang, who was doing everything neatly, waiting for inspection, and then glanced at Yan Guoqiang and Yan Jiang, father and son, who were breathing in the cold weather, their eyelids drooped, Turn around and start serving porridge with chopsticks.

The eyes of Yan Guoqiang and Yan Jiang were like searchlights, piercing Zhang Chang who was sitting upright with the light of bitterness and hatred. If the eye knife was a real knife, Zhang Chang might have been beaten hundreds of times.

A big man is a big man, and Zhang Chang, who has experienced long guns and short guns, survived such a "strike"... However, what no one knows is that Zhang Chang is in such a cold day. The back was soaked, and it was chilly and cold.

Looking at the hot porridge spread out on the table, Zhang Chang smiled wryly in his heart: Ah, in a moment... I have to make a bowl of ginger soup for myself.

Seeing this situation, Fujiko didn't dare to follow Yan Che to wash her face with hot water.

Wiping his face with the unfrozen mountain spring water, Fujiko felt that even the joints of his bones that had been sleeping for more than [-] years were awakened. He entered the house shivering and sat down neatly. In a corner, let everyone ignore his existence as much as possible.

The look that Zhang Chang threw over to request the alliance?

Haha, this porridge is really delicious this morning, today’s side dishes are delicious, um, I can drink two more bowls, the breakfast made by my sister-in-law is really good, ha, ha ha, ha ha ha...

After eating the breakfast prepared by Yan Guochang's old couple, Yan Yuanzhao left Yan Guochang behind after Yan Guochang's aunt packed up the dishes and left.

Because of the previous series of events, Yan Guochang is already very obedient now. Seeing that the old man left him, he also sat obediently beside the old man, waiting for the old man to give orders.

After taking a sip of the hot tea, the old man held the big rough pottery teacup that Yan Zhao specially made for the old man a few days ago, and felt his whole body warmed up, and his whole body went smoothly.

Squinting a sideways glance at Yan Guochang, who was sitting upright, the old man secretly nodded in satisfaction, and after the hot tea in his throat fell down, the old man said, "In a moment, go pass a message, this Sunday, all the descendants of the Yan family will come back for a while Let's go!"

Yan Guochang was slightly taken aback, and looked up at the old man in puzzlement.

The old man ignored Yan Guochang's expression, and couldn't hide his joy in his heart: The underground canal was found, and now... Yan He from the fourth family should add his name to the genealogy... Alas, I have been embarrassing this child for so many years, I'm afraid I can't make up for something with my old bones. I heard that the child... Well, let's go over to the fourth child to have a look.

Thinking of this, the old man put the big teacup on some tables, picked up the crutch beside the chair, and said to Yan Guochang who was still confused: "The weather is fine today, let's go to Gou'er Mountain to have a look!"

Yan Guochang felt that he couldn't keep up with the old man's thinking, so he nodded hurriedly, and stepped forward to help the old man.

Due to the heavy snow these days, although there are many fewer tourists, there are still a few people who come here to enjoy the snow.

However, for this snowy day, the people in Yanjiawan basically shut their doors and stayed at home to keep warm.

Therefore, after the old man and Yan Guochang came out, they could hear the echo when they stepped on the creaking snow.

As soon as the two of them reached the fork in the road leading to Wuxu Mountain, Mr. Yan narrowed his old eyes and looked towards the mouth of the bay—two figures, one tall and one short, getting closer and closer.

When he saw the person who came... No, when he saw the facial features of the older one, the old man opened his eyes in astonishment.

"Grandpa, grandpa, do you still remember Xiao Zhenqi? Here I am again."

When the old man was still stunned, the younger one had already yelled clearly, and the off-white Taoist robe ran towards old man Yan one by one following his bouncing movements.

It was the little Taoist Zhenqi Xiaozi who suddenly appeared and left suddenly a while ago.

Yan Guochang looked at the reputation, showing the same astonishment as Mr. Yan: "Fifth Grandpa... Who is this person? Why, why..."

Before Yan Guochang could finish his words, the younger one had already come to Mr. Yan's side, and the older one also stepped forward and bowed, with a faint voice that was untouched and detached: "Old man is polite, poor Taoist came to express his thanks with his young disciples. "

Mr. Yan's eyes flickered, and a stiff smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, because...he saw that there were no traces on the snow where Zhen Qi's master and apprentice walked.