Fresh wife is amazing

The small town in the north had its first snow this year.

Yang Fan and Xiaoyan came at the right time.

This is the first time Xiaoyan has seen snow, it is still very big, falling like goose feathers, densely packed.

The two of them were playing in a small park in this small town, stepping on the snow and throwing snowballs.

On a bench in the park, two old people sat.

The old man was holding an umbrella, looking at the people playing in the snow in the park, it was very lively.

After all, this is the first snow of the year.

The old woman's eyes were also full of light, as if she saw the scene of her son playing and rolling in the snow when he was a child.

In fact, these two old people are not very old, they are only in their fifties, and they are far from retirement age.

It's just that they look older in the past two years, as if they are almost 70 years old.

I wonder if my son thinks of me?The old man thought of his father.

He was 42 years old when his father died.

He clearly remembered the scene of his father's burial. At that time, he still couldn't accept that his father, who was as tall as a god, was sealed in a dark coffin and buried under the dark ground.

He even remembered the scene when the grave was moved.

When the grave was dug, he saw the familiar blue trousers that he remembered from his childhood. It had faded, but it was still in good condition, as if it was only dirty.

He went down to pick up the bones, and my sister gently picked up the pair of trousers for my father.

Since it was once fused with the father's flesh and blood, they chose to let it go to the new grave together.

My father was tall, so his leg bones were longer than average, much taller than a gold ounce, and the lid couldn't be put on. He wanted someone to break it, but my sister stopped it, and it didn't matter whether the lid could be put on or not.

Before moving the grave, he dreamed that his father came to pick him up from school, and he asked his father to go back first.

Father agreed.

He told his father: "Don't fight with others, and don't let them beat you on the back of the head!"

Father nodded, then smiled goodbye to him at the fork in the road.

When moving the grave, he was surprised to find that the fork in the road to move the grave was exactly the same as in his dream.

It turned out that my father knew that he was going to move.

They took their father's gold ounces to the new cemetery, where excavators assigned by the government to help move the graves are helping to break the ground.

The sky has been gloomy, with dense clouds and no rain.

Because they had to rush back to the city that day, two highly respected uncles from far away were trying their best to fight with the excavator to get to the front row. The master agreed, but was stopped by another family, who wanted to dig first for himself. He and his sister waited patiently.

Over the years, siblings have become accustomed to concessions, modesty, and prudence.

The new cemetery is open on all sides, with green trees and fresh air as far as the eye can see.

He sat on the ground by the tomb, remembering that he had finally met his father again decades later, and felt a kind of invisible happiness.

He remembered how warm and safe he was when he went to his grandmother's house when he was a child and was held in his arms by his father, and all the wind, frost, rain and snow in the world had nothing to do with him.

After his father left, his family has been struggling to live, the wind and the rain also come.

The mother used her small stature and weak shoulders to encourage support, and he and his sister often looked at each other nervously in such a precariously clear sky.

For so many years, they have lived without fighting or grabbing, neither humble nor overbearing, neither good nor bad.

……

Yang Fan put the developed photos into a frame.

It was packed together with a red notebook hidden behind the photos.

Behind the photo is a closed wooden board.

"Take it and give it to them." Yang Fan handed the photo frame to Xiaoyan.

Xiaoyan looked at the photo above, and then at the uncle and aunt sitting on the chair, her eyes lit up: "Brother Yang Fan, when did you take the picture?"

"It was just taken." Yang Fan patted the equipment on his back, he looked like a photographer.

"Then I'll send it to them." Xiaoyan happily ran towards the two old people on the bench.

Before she could get close, she let out an "ah", fell to the ground, and slid for several meters.

It almost slipped under the feet of two old people.

Aunt stood up, smiled and stretched out her hand towards Xiaoyan.

"Thank you." Xiaoyan got up and carefully checked the photo frame in her arms.

When she fell down just now, she hugged the photo frame tightly for fear of breaking it.

She didn't know why she cared so much about it.

Maybe it's because Brother Yang Fan gave it to her. The things that Brother Yang Fan gave are very precious.

"Grandpa and aunt, here is this for you." After standing up, Xiaoyan handed the photo frame to the aunt without caring to pat off the snow on her body.

The aunt took the photo frame suspiciously, and when she saw herself and the old man in the photo, a smile appeared on her face.

"When was it filmed?" The aunt's favorability for Xiaoyan soared.

"My brother, just took a picture." Xiaoyan turned her head and glanced at Yang Fan, who was walking over with a smile on her face.

Looking back, looking at the uncle and the aunt, their eyes met, Xiaoyan didn't know why, tears welled up in her eyes.

"Does it hurt?" the aunt asked concerned.

The uncle also looked concerned.

"I don't know." Xiaoyan wiped her tears.

Yang Fan came over and stroked Xiaoyan's head.

The uncle asked curiously: "Young man, listening to your accent, you are from the south, right?"

Yang Fan nodded: "He's from the mountain city."

The uncle looked at the photo frame and felt a little emotional: "Many of us in the north have gone to the south, why did you come here?"

Yang Fan said with a smile: "The one who came to see Xue didn't settle down or work here. He will go back in a few days."

Only then did the uncle suddenly understand.

The son also yearns for the south, but he doesn't know where he is now.

Alas, old and confused.

Why did you oppose your son Nanpiao back then?

Forcibly keeping his son by his side may ruin more than one generation of his son.

The son of the son, the son of the son of the son, should be in a place that is more livable and suitable for development.

Here in the north, there is no future in sight.

"Do you need money for this photo?" The aunt asked with some concern.

If you give money, even if she likes this photo very much, she doesn't want it.

She still has to save money for her son to marry a wife.

Don't spend money indiscriminately.

"No money, I will give it to you for free." Yang Fan laughed.

"Is there really such a good thing?" The aunt still didn't believe it.

There are too many scammers out there.

Some people have a conscience, but are forced to commit criminal fraud.

There is a group of inhuman people who use violence and even threaten their lives to force people hundreds or even thousands of times their size to engage in fraud and do inhumane things.

It leads people to have an illusion that there are more bad people than good people.

In fact, the number of real bad guys is less than one-thousandth of the good guys.

"Yes." Yang Fan said, "Actually, it's not such a good thing."

Uncle and aunt's heart tightened, sure enough.

Yang Fan smiled and said: "Don't be nervous, I really don't need money, but I have to explain first, I am a photographer, and I will take your photos to participate in the competition in the future. If you win a prize, the bonus is a trivial matter, and honor cannot be bought by money."

Grandpa and aunt finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out to be conditional, not free, and well deserved.

Yang Fan asked again: "Do you agree to let me take it for the competition? If you don't agree, I can't take it, because it is infringing on your portrait rights, and it is against the law."

"It's okay, it's okay, we don't have any portrait rights, just take it as you like." The uncle said straightforwardly.

"That's good." Yang Fan said with a smile, "Master, can you leave your contact information? If you win an award, I will take the honor and you will get the bonus."

"No, no, we'll be content with this photo and frame for free."