The old house of the Fang family.
It's late at night and everyone is asleep.
However, no one was really asleep, whether it was the eldest brother Fang Guoqing and the third brother Fang Guoyou and their families who slept on the second floor, or the third sister Fang Zhulian and her family who slept on the first floor.
In a room on the second floor, Fang Guoqing quietly sat up from the bed, put on his clothes, walked to the window, and stared out in a daze.
In the dark night in the countryside, without the neon lights of the city, it is pitch black outside the window and nothing can be seen.
"What's wrong?"
Fang Guoqing heard his wife's questioning voice behind him. He turned his head and looked at Song Yan, "You didn't fall asleep either?"
Song Yan sat up with her clothes on, leaning against the headboard, and sighed softly, "Xiaoyao is leaving the day after tomorrow, how can I sleep well?"
"You used to be reluctant to leave your son, but now you're reluctant to leave your daughter-in-law?"
Fang Guoqing couldn't help but laugh.
"My daughter-in-law is so good, even you, an old man, likes her. Of course I don't want her to leave."
Song Yan glanced at Fang Guoqing and suddenly said:
"I know what you're thinking. From now on, besides the Spring Festival, we can visit our parents on Dragon Boat Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, and New Year's Day, okay?"
"Okay, okay!" Fang Guoqing was delighted and nodded repeatedly.
Song Yan glared at him and said, "Looking at you like that, I thought I was the one who stopped you from going back to your hometown to see your mom and your husband!"
Fang Guoqing smiled apologetically and said, "Yes, yes, it's all my fault for not treating you well in the past. Now he and my mother are old, two elderly people in such a remote place. If something happens to them, no one will know."
"well."
Song Yan sighed again: "I'll call Mom more often in the future."
"Don't you know how to use a cell phone, Mom?" Fang Guoqing was surprised.
"Xiaoyao has just taught Mom how to use the phone. Look at you, you're not even as sensible as your daughter-in-law!"
Song Yan started to criticize her husband again.
Fang Guoqing naturally would not expose the fact that Song Yan was angry about being looked down upon by the old man and not getting along with Fang Zhulian, so he had always been unwilling to let him have more contact with his hometown in Shancheng.
However, when he came back this time, he suddenly discovered...
My parents are really old.
Apart from coming back once a year during the Spring Festival, he never cared about his parents. He didn't even know such a big thing as when the old man, who never smiled, learned to play the erhu and participated in the township art troupe competition.
In fact, the gap between people is never determined by distance.
Fang Guoqing returned to the bed, raised his arm around his wife's shoulders, and suddenly felt a little scared:
"Do you think that when we get older, the relationship between Shengnan, Xiaole and us will become like that between me and my dad?"
"Of course not. Xiaoyao is so sensible, and Xiaoxiong is also a reasonable person. That won't happen."
Song Yan patted her husband and said, "Don't talk nonsense!" Then she hugged her husband's waist with her back hand.
However, perhaps because Mr. Fang had gained weight recently, Ms. Song found that her arms could no longer wrap around her husband's waist, so she pushed him away in disgust.
Fang Guoqing coughed dryly and said awkwardly, "Go to sleep."
The two of them lay down. In the darkness, Song Yan suddenly asked, "You said it would take a long time for Xiaole and Xiaoyao to tell others that they were friends."
At present, the matter between Fang Xiaole and Lin Yao is only known to the brothers and sisters of the Fang and Song families. Fang Xiaole also explained to his parents that with Lin Yao's current status, they would probably face a lot of problems once their relationship was made public.
"That probably depends on how long they have been planning to get married. If they do, they will definitely announce it," said Fang Guoqing.
"How long have they been married?" Song Yan's eyes began to light up when she mentioned this.
"Don't worry about that. My son is grown up now. He knows his limits. Don't scare the other little girls."
Fang Guoqing reminded him helplessly and yawned, "Go to sleep."
"Hmph!" Song Yan snorted in dissatisfaction. Seeing that her husband stopped talking, she could only fall asleep with the beautiful dream of hearing Xiaoyao call her "Mom" with her own ears one day.
......
In the next room, Lin Yao and Fang Xiaole were also unable to sleep.
To be precise, both of them were still fully clothed and not ready for bed at all.
Shortly after dinner, Zhang Bo, Hong Sanshi and Zhao Yue left. Fang Xiaole and Lin Yao made an appointment with them to meet in the mountain city tomorrow.
On the morning of the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, Lin Yao will return to Kyoto with Zhao Yue and her husband, while Fang Xiaole will go directly back to Yunhai.
After the Spring Festival, the two of them will start their work again.
In early March, when "My Daughter" began recording, the two met again and even went on a date on the show.
However, at this moment, neither of them had time to think about what happened next.
Because, they are about to sleep in the same bed for the first time.
Originally, Fang Xiaole planned to let Fang Shengnan and Lin Yao sleep together like they did in Dengcheng, while he and Xiong Sangou would sleep in the same room.
But under grandma's earnest gaze, the two had to nod and agree to sleep in the same room.
"I-I changed my clothes."
Lin Yao said softly.
"Okay, I'll turn around then."
Fang Xiaole said quickly.
In fact, he and Lin Yao had done everything that a couple should do except for the last obstacle they had not overcome.
But in this situation, somehow, it always feels a bit unnatural.
"It's okay... just turn off the lights."
Lin Yao whispered.
"Okay, I'll turn off the lights then."
Fang Xiaole walked to the door and turned off the lights.
The room fell into darkness.
There was a rustling sound of clothes rubbing against each other in the room.
oops!
Suddenly, Lin Yao screamed, and then there was a bang.
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