Chapter 160: Overcoming the Tribulation
After a long silence, Yin Dong smiled faintly and said, "You're thinking too much."
Yin Zhengting hesitated for a few seconds and asked, "Have you ever thought about marrying that girl?"
Yin Dong picked up the wine glass and drank it indifferently, "No."
Yin Zhengting's expression relaxed a bit, "I'll go home tonight."
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For other families, the New Year is a festival, but for Jiang Yuan and her mother, it is more like a tribulation.
At noon, Yang Xue cooked a pot of spare ribs because Jiang Yuan loved her braised spare ribs since she was a child. However, the whole pot of fragrant spare ribs was gone from steaming hot to completely cold, and neither the mother nor the daughter ate a single piece.
Jiang Yuan remembers that every year during the holidays, the house would be cleaned spotlessly inside and out. Jiang Yuan's favorite thing to do was to follow her father on the afternoon of New Year's Eve to paste Spring Festival couplets on the front door and the word "Fu" on every window.
When she was a child, she held the ladder for Jiang Shan. When she grew a little taller, her father held the ladder for her from below, reminding her to be careful with her steps and not to step on it, and also telling her not to stick it crookedly.
The Chinese character "Fu" (meaning "blessing") pasted on the windows at home was pasted by her and her father last year. The character "Fu" on the highest window was pasted crookedly, and her father insisted on asking her to re-paste it, but she played tricks and refused to do anything. Until now, the character "Fu" is still crooked.
After only one year of wind and sun, the festive red color had faded to a pale color. When exposed to sunlight, it looked more like the plastic flowers on the cheap wreaths in the funeral home.
Jiang Yuan sat on the old chair in the convenience store, staring at the window for a long time. Her consciousness gradually became hazy, and she remembered Jiang Shan bit by bit.
From the time of the accident until now, she seemed to have forced herself to automatically block out everything about her father's life, as if as long as she didn't recall it, she could maintain the imaginary fact in her subconscious that her father was still at home, living a good life with her mother.
It was not difficult for her to do this when she was in the north city, but when she returned home, every corner of the house was filled with traces of her father, "things have changed, the mountains and rivers are vast, and I think about everything I touch."
Everything reminded her of a cruel fact: her father had completely left them.
Jiang Yuan knew that the black and white photo frame placed on her mother's bedside table had been put away in a drawer by her mother in advance. In the few conversations between the mother and daughter, they deliberately avoided anything related to Jiang Shan.
But this man filled her memories for more than ten years. From the time she learned to speak to the time she became an independent person, he was always with her through the first twenty years of her life.
He had been her support, and it was he who gave her the confidence to step into this world, but he just left like that, leaving nothing behind.
The tears had long since dried up, taking away the softest part of my heart, leaving behind only a bloody hole that hurt whenever a draft blew through it.
Jiang Yuan didn't know how long she had been sitting there. As the sun was setting in the west and the evening light was dimly slanting down on her, there was a knock on the door of the convenience store.
Yang Xue was on guard and thought that Qi Zhenlei and the others were causing trouble again. She walked to the door with a nervous look on her face and hesitated to open it.
The two couriers outside the door had no choice but to call Jiang Yuan according to the reserved contact number. Jiang Yuan walked over and opened the door.
"Hello, this is a courier from North City. Please check it."
Jiang Yuan and Yang Xue stood aside, watching two strong couriers carry box after box of things from the car.
There are fresh food, fruits, dried fruits, seafood, and many famous local specialty snacks in the north city.
There were dozens of boxes of all sizes, filling up the entire store. Yang Xue was stunned as she stood aside.
When Yin Dong asked Zhou Zhi to send some New Year's goods to Jiang Yuan, Jiang Yuan never thought that the little he sent was as little as the capacity of a car compared to what she had imagined.
"Why did you buy so much? These things can last until next year's New Year."
Yang Xue looked at Jiang Yuan in confusion.
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