After hanging up the phone, Fang Xuehua took a shower.

She felt that the accumulation of blood in her chest had been lifted away.

Returning to the bedroom, he said, "Old man, my son said that this year, when he is thirty, he will take his grandparents home to celebrate the New Year."

On the bed, Qin Gang put down his cell phone and grinned, but did not answer the call.

"We can't sit at the table at home, so we have to buy a big table."

Qin Gang nodded, "Buy, we'll buy whatever you want. We'll buy it next Sunday when you have your day off."

Fang Xuehua added up, "It's only a few days until the New Year."

Yesterday she felt that she still had to wait more than half a month before the New Year. Now she felt that the time before the New Year was almost running out.

"Qin Jian's sheets."

"Quietly pajamas."

"The table for New Year's Eve dinner."

“There are still some New Year’s goods that haven’t been prepared yet.”

Fang Xuehua went to bed muttering, "How about I take a leave in two days? I haven't used my vacation this year yet."

Qin Gang on the side: "Oh, there's still more than half a month left, why are you in a hurry?"

Fang Xuehua turned over with a groan, "I'm too lazy to pay attention to you, go to bed."

Qin Gang chuckled and the stage operator turned off the lights.

As soon as the bedroom light went out, the mobile phone next to him lit up.

Two WeChat messages connected.

He clicked it.

The first message is a screenshot

The screenshot shows a ticket booking information.

The flight time from Yanjing to Nanshi is clearly written on it.

【February 6, 2016, 09:37】.

Second message.

Key key: ‘Goodnight Dad’

I stared at the two messages for a while.

Qin Gang smiled.

He looked at the time, hesitated for a moment, and then put down his phone.

As soon as he lay down, he heard a snoring sound next to him.

——

——

Yanjing International Airport.

Fang Zongyao called Qin Jian before he even left the airport.

As a result, no one answered.

After thinking about it for a while, he then sent a message to Xia Shu, "Dear, I'm getting off the plane."

"Master."

Hearing the urgent voice behind him, he quickly crossed out the chat box on his mobile phone, coughed and put the phone back in place.

"Master!

"The master and his wife are already waiting at the airport gate!"

Butler Chen quickly came over dragging two large boxes of luggage.

Fang Zongyao was surprised: "Isn't he in Moscow these two days? My mother is back too?"

Butler Chen panted and said, "I just received the message from the master. Let's leave quickly. It's already two o'clock."

Fang Zongyao nodded, swept the box in Butler Chen's hand, "Uncle Chen, give me a box."

Butler Chen waved his hand: "No need."

Fang Zongyao knew that the two boxes were heavy, so he took one of them without any explanation.

The two quickly walked out of the airport.

Under the snowy night outside the airport, a black car with the license plate [Beijing A44444] was parked quietly and low-key.

If Qin Jian were here, he would definitely remember this license plate number. On the day he registered and submitted the Huayun Competition registration form at the National Center for the Performing Arts, Fang Zongyao got off this car when he and Fang Zongyao met for the first time.

There were no other cars around.

There was only a couple in ordinary clothes waiting next to the car. After a moment, two figures appeared in their field of vision.

The couple couldn't help laughing.

——

“Why do you drive when it’s snowing?”

"There are no cars on the street at night, and you've only been back for less than a month. Why do you bring so many things?"

"Master, this is what the young master bought for you and your wife."

"Oh, my son is hungry all the way. Let's go home quickly. Zong Yao, mom made pigeon soup for you. It was your favorite when you were a child."

——

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Of course, there are also people who are experiencing enough anxiety right now.

For example, Fatty, in order to facilitate his piano practice, he checked out of a hotel that was a little far away from the school.

At this time, he was lying on the big bed in the express hotel at the entrance of Huayuan, rolling around.

He came back early today, and returned to the hotel before two o'clock in the morning.

He plans to go to bed early today and get up early tomorrow to practice piano.

Because he plans to spare time tomorrow night

But after checking the map, he was no longer in the mood to do it before going to bed.

The map showed that there were six Shangri-La Hotels in Yanjing, and he had no idea which Shangri-La Hotel Fang Xiaoyu would perform at tomorrow night.

He originally wanted to pick up Fang Xiaoyu, but the idea was immature, so he gave up.

But the next problem is that several Shangri-Las are far away from Huayuan.

He subconsciously led Fang Xiaoyu to go back to school after the performance.

So a new problem came again.

Fang Xiaoyu will not stay at the school tomorrow night.

"Then where does she live?"

"How is she going to get back to the hotel after this snowy day?"

"What time does she finish tomorrow night?"

"Will you drink?"

When I clicked on Fang Xiaoyu’s chat page, the last message was ‘I passed your friend verification request...’ from 28 hours ago.

For a moment, he did not expect to be able to return to Nanshi with him the day after tomorrow.

He just wanted the other party to return to the hotel safely after the performance tomorrow night.

Problems come one after another.

The endless questions meant that the fat man would not have a good night.

Young Werther's troubles became his troubles on this night.

It's the snow outside the window.

I don't know when it stopped.

——

The alarm clock woke Qin Jian up at eight o'clock in the morning.

Qin Jian got up and picked up his phone. Qin Gang didn't reply to his WeChat message. Fang Zongyao called him in the middle of the night.

"revenge?"

A neurotic question.
To be continued...