Ten minutes ago, Zhou Rong and Cai Xiaoguang arrived at the door, but they stood at the door and hesitated.

I stretched out my hand countless times, but I didn't dare to ring it.

Zhou Rong was a little afraid of seeing Zhou Zhigang, and was afraid of seeing the eyes that appeared at the train station again. She was disappointed, sad, annoyed, and worried at that time.

Three years, three years have passed, and she no longer knows what she feels about the disappearing Feng Huacheng without a trace.

I will take out his poems to read, but the passion at the beginning seems not so strong.

But she was still waiting, and she was unwilling to believe that her original choice was wrong.

But the mentality of jumping without hesitation was gone. I was not afraid of anyone's discomfort because she believed in her beliefs, love, now...

The door knocked, and Zhou Rong's timid eyes made Cai Xiaoguang feel distressed. He raised his arm and wanted to give him a hug, but he hesitated and put it down.

Zhou Rong, he knows it too well, probably more than everyone else.

These three years have made her doubt about her beliefs, but Zhou Rong is very extreme in some aspects. She seems to be Feng Huacheng on the surface, but in fact she is even more stubborn. She believes in her love from the beginning, but now she has become a loneliness that does not allow her beliefs.

She was afraid that she would see someone ridicule her original choice. It might have been love at the beginning, but now there is paranoia left.

Standing beside Zhou Rong, Cai Xiaoguang quietly accompanied him.

The door is open.

Zhou Rong hurriedly put on a smile on her face, and it was Li Suhua who opened the door. She felt relieved. She had not yet thought about how to meet her father.

"Rong'er is back, hurry up, come in quickly.

Xiaoguang is very cold all the way, so is Bingkun. He should have been to pick up Rong'er, but now he has pushed it to you.

I braised a lot of meat at home yesterday. I ate here later. Eat more, and it tastes so delicious." Li Suhua pulled Zhou Rong home and spoke to Cai Xiaoguang with a smile on his face.

Now the eldest son Zhou Bingyi is getting married during the Chinese New Year, and the younger son Zhou Bingkun is getting married soon.

Now my daughter Zhou Rong is left, she is 22 years old, and it’s time to get married. Cai Xiaoguang has always been Li Suhua’s son-in-law, and she is extremely satisfied and does not treat him as an outsider at all.

Cai Xiaoguang responded with a smile, "Okay."

"Second sister." Zheng Juan, who was cutting window flowers, shouted, and then greeted Cai Xiaoguang again.

"Juan'er's hand is so clever, I can't cut it well since I was a child." As soon as I entered the living room, Zhou Rong, who had been looking for Zhou Zhigang's figure, looked at Zheng Juan and smiled back.

At this time, the quarrel on the second floor attracted the attention of Zhou Rong and Cai Xiaoguang.

"Mom, is this?" Zhou Rong looked at the stairs leading to the second floor.

"Don't hang Spring Festival couplets here.

Your father and Bingkun started arguing about who they wrote," Li Suhua said with a smile.

The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and the house is noisy. She feels comfortable and at ease.

"I'll go and have a look." Zhou Rong hesitated for a moment and said.

"Yeah, go.

Your dad misses you so much. He kept asking me yesterday when Rong'er will come back." Li Suhua said smoothly.

When Zhou Zhigang came back, he didn't mention Zhou Rong for a while, except for asking how Zhou Rong was like.

Zhou Zhigang was still vivid in his mind for a man who was not aware of the so-called "A" man, and Zhou Zhigang, who has always been a strict father in his family, did not allow him to bow his head first.

After coming back, he looked like he didn't know what Zhou Rong was.

Cai Xiaoguang did not follow him, but stayed on the first floor.

As you step by step, Zhou Zhigang's voice became clearer in Zhou Rong's ears.

"Or I'll do it."

Looking at the Spring Festival couplets written by Zhou Zhigang, Qian Wen said tactfully.

How to describe this word? Well, it interprets the four-character idiom of ordinary characters very well.

"What do you mean? Can you write better than me?" Zhou Zhigang glared.

Qian Wen did not exterminate Zhou Zhigang, and he picked up his pen and put it in ink.

"The family business is prosperous and wealth is abundant, and the young and old are safe and blessed and longevity."

There is no show of brushwork, just two characters are circumcised.

The work is neat, upright, and meticulous.

Zhou Zhigang silently put away his Spring Festival couplets and wanted to kick him.

Qian Wenlingmin avoided it.

"Why did you do it?" Qian Wen thought Zhou Zhigang was angry and embarrassed.

Jealous of his writing being more beautiful than his.

I don’t know whether it’s a habit or a special love for the young and old at home, Zhou Zhigang always likes to touch him.

Qian Wen is somewhat Buddha.

Zhou Zhigang didn't just want to kick him, but in a hurry, Zhou Zhigang couldn't control his legs.

‘Is it because he kicked Zhou Bingkun so lubricated before?’ Qian Wen asked in his heart.

It’s really Zhou Zhigang kicked too smoothly.

"It's very well written!" Zhou Zhigang said in a muffled voice without stomping.

"Thank you, I know." Qian Wen said politely.

Zhou Zhigang was listening to something strange and was about to say something when he saw Zhou Rong at the door of the study.

I was stunned for a moment, and then returned to my usual posture, but my waist straightened a little.

He looked strange with his back to Qian Wen at the door, and then he saw Zhou Zhigang frequently glance at the door and looked back.

"Yeah, my little sister is back."

Zhou Rong, who was still a little timid, rolled her eyes and her good mood disappeared.

Zhou Zhigang heard this, "She is your sister!" At the same time, he was about to lift his right foot without hesitation.

Qian Wen is really a Buddha at this moment, "There is no humor at all."

Leave the battlefield one step ahead.

Zhou Zhigang and Zhou Rong face to face, you look at me, I look at you.

Qian Wen, who sat aside, was watching the show, took a frozen pear, poked the dark pear skin, and said to his mouth, "Suck it~"

Ice cool smoothie pear juice.

The voice seemed to be a little annoying for the two of them, and both turned their heads to look at him.

Blinked innocently, swallowing the smoothie pear juice in my mouth, "Guru~"

Zhou Zhigang suddenly felt powerless, "Is this growing up?"

"Are you back?" Zhou Zhigang looked at Zhou Rong at the door without paying attention to Qian Wen.

"Dad..." Zhou Rong shed tears as soon as she spoke.

Seeing this, Zhou Zhigang was silent for a long time. Looking at his daughter who was crying, he shook his head and sighed, "Let it pass by what is past."

Qian Wen was upset.

At least you give Zhou Rong a kick and scold her a few words.

That's the result?

Qian Wen stood up and walked out, "Comrade Zhou Zhigang, your position is not firm at all."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Passing by, I warned Zhou Rong to get rid of the trouble, "You should be happy during the New Year, understand?"

When I arrived at the first floor, I saw Cai Xiaoguang and Qian Wen ate a candy from the table.

"Cai Xiaoguang, when will you take Zhou Rong?"

Cai Xiaoguang, who was helping, stopped.

Qian Wen even thought Cai Xiaoguang was slow to move.

Post Spring Festival couplets and hang red lanterns.

Amid the sound of children running in the alleys of Guangzipian, amid the sound of sporadic firecrackers, the Spring Festival is coming.

Except for Zhou Bingyi, the Zhou family gathered together.

Qian Wen just came back from Zheng Juan, and he still has to keep the customs.

The two people are in love with each other, but how can they be together day and night?

Zhou Rong was obedient and did not make any trouble. Feng Huacheng did not appear in the topic of the Old Zhou family. The Old Zhou family was very happy.

Especially Li Suhua.

"Look, I'll give you three, each of you who has a New Year's money." Li Suhua took out three big red envelopes from her arms.
To be continued...