Alas, the price of pretending.

Yang Fan said helplessly: "Not only her money and power, I even like people."

Yang's mother, holding the gift bag in both hands, immediately slapped her hand, and slapped her in the back of Yang Fan's head: "Tell us first, how old is your leader? Let me say yes first, don't expect to get the blessings of me and your dad over thirty."

My son is only twenty-three, so I find someone who is twenty-seven or eight, and the two old people think it is acceptable.

There is a saying that women hold gold bricks in their junior year, and women compete in their senior year's junior year.

Although self-comfort and self-deception are mostly the components, there is still a little reason.

No matter how big it is, it is unreasonable.

The two old men do not want their son to betray their souls and bodies in exchange for a superior material life.

In the past few months, the Yang family has undergone earth-shaking changes.

The money my son sent back every month was 20,000 or 30,000 yuan, and the family's debt was paid back.

The two old men have asked Yang Fan many times. No matter how good the job at the TV station is, they cannot get so much salary.

Yang Fan said he could write songs and scripts, and he would also present good programs to the TV station...

Dad Yang said, we all know how much you were when you were born, and we talked about human language.

This is why Yang Fan didn't tell Liu Yueyue that he could write songs, and told Liu Qianqian that he could write scripts.

Finally, Yang Fan told his parents that he won 100,000 yuan in lottery tickets, but he was afraid that the two of them would not believe it, so he sent it home in installments.

The two old people believed it temporarily.

When they saw this today, they didn't believe it anymore.

"The leader is old, I should be twenty-five or twenty-six years old this year." Yang Fan said with no certainty.

After the girl was twenty years old, her age began to become inviolable privacy, so Yang Fan naturally would not ask Aunt Thirteen for no reason how old she is.

"Is it so rich and powerful at the age of twenty-five or six?" Yang's mother was deeply suspicious.

Yang Fan said: "When he was born, he was a lady from the official family and a daughter from the rich family. What do you think?"

"That's fine."

Yang’s father and mother breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time they felt a little guilty, and failed to give their children a good environment for growth.

"What's good?" Yang Fan couldn't help but smile and said, "The leader didn't like me, you're thinking too much."

"I didn't like you giving you so much stuff, and I even lent you the car to drive?" Yang's mother didn't believe it.

Dad Yang also expressed serious suspicion.

Yang Fan said while moving things to his parents: "These things and cars are very luxurious and out of reach for us, but they are a drop in the bucket and are not worth mentioning. You two are like farmers, guessing whether the rake used by the emperor's house to plow the land in the palace is made of gold. In fact, the emperor does not need to plow the land, so naturally there is no rake made of gold."

"I didn't have any intentions for you?" Yang's mother was puzzled.

"Maybe there is, but it is definitely not feelings." Yang Fan said.

Yang’s mother wanted to say something, Yang Fan said: “This is the end of this matter. Don’t ask. Some of the moving things are prepared for the relatives who have borrowed money from us in the past few years.”

There is no interest when borrowing money from relatives.

These holiday gift packages are considered interest.

Genggan, who had recovered, had already started running in the yard, and he ran out of the fence from time to time, probably thinking about how to expand his territory to the entire hill.

Looking at the mountains, the earth, rivers and rivers in the distance, rolling and roaring.

This is the birth of a dog.

A dog is born in the world, and it should be like a gust of wind passing through the world.

The Great Sage was also very happy. He squatted at the gate of the yard to see the country, and his literary temperament exploded.

But after holding it in for a long time, all the sighs came to a woof.

The Sanbao is the most courageous. Before the Great Sage and Genggu dared to run away from home, they dared to go to the back mountain to play.

In front of a nest of hornets, it squats quietly, tilting its head to look at it curiously.

Such a big thing, it looks delicious.

I couldn't finish it myself, so I asked Da Sheng and Gungu to come and eat it.

Things at home cannot be moved randomly, and things outside do not need to be consulted by the owners.

On New Year's Eve, early in the morning, Yang Fan got up, posted Spring Festival couplets with his parents, and cleaned the house.

Then, he drove his parents down the mountain to deliver New Year's goods to his relatives.

The first stop is Yangjiaba Village.

Yangjiaba Village is next to the Economic and Trade Vocational College.

College students’ overall ability to make money is not very good, but their overall ability to consume is very high.

A small vocational college for economics and trade injects a lot of vitality into Yangjiaba Village.

When I was still in middle school, the school teachers told Yang Fan and the others to study hard, otherwise I would have to go to the vocational college of economics and trade in college.

Yang Fan went to see the Economic and Trade Vocational College. There were relatives in Yangjiaba next to it, so Yang Fan naturally also saw it.

After he came back, he was silent for a long time. This shouldn't be like this in college.

The university campus he dreamed of should be more vast and more prosperous.

Students like the Economic and Trade Vocational College do not know where to go to earn part-time jobs.

"What's the use of reading so many books? Don't think about going to high school after graduating from junior high school. Go to the technical school to learn a skill for me and make money from work. Which big boss has a high education?" Uncle San's family said to his son who was posting couplets at the door: "I don't know what the country thinks. It's useless. It's an aircraft carrier and a moon landing. It's recruiting every year. Is it useful? It doesn't fight."

"It's not that reading is useless, but that some people are useless." A voice came.

Uncle San hurriedly turned around, and there was an extra car in front of him.

A good car.

Uncle San was surprised. The car was like a ghost, with no sound, and it was behind him, and he couldn't even notice it at all.

Yang Fan got off the driver's seat and carried the New Year's goods.

"Second brother." When his cousin Yang Yanchao saw Yang Fan, his eyes lit up, and then he was attracted by the car that Yang Fan drove.

"Xiaofan." Uncle San laughed.

I lent some money to my cousin last year, but last month, my cousin returned it.

I thought I didn't know when I would be able to return it, but I didn't expect it to be so soon.

I heard that my nephew Yang Fan had a good fortune in the mountain city. He joined the TV station and his salary was very good.

After Yang Fan got out of the car, his father and mother also came down.

Dad Yang was empty-handed, but Mom Yang didn't, holding a New Year gift bag.

Hold the world on your shoulders and hold your original intention.

When the family was in trouble, Yang Fan borrowed money from his relatives. He remembered this love and secretly made up his mind to return it when he had the ability.

Now that the debt is paid off, the love is not there yet.

"Uncle San, your ideological awareness has not improved much." Yang Fan put the gift box in his cousin Yang Yanchao's arms and said to Uncle San: "Yanchao's academic performance is good. If this continues, it will be no problem to get into a better university. It is not difficult for you to send Yanchao to high school and college. Now you want him to graduate from junior high school to technical school, which will delay his bright future."

Before Uncle San could speak, Yang Fan said again: "Uncle San, do you think that it is useless to raise so many soldiers in peacetime without fighting? "

Uncle San nodded and said with confidence: "Isn't that? Xiaofan, you read more books than Yan Chao and I. What's the use of telling us?"

Yang Fan asked, "Uncle San, have you walked across the bridge?"

"Of course I've walked by." Uncle San replied.

"Is there a railing on the bridge?" Yang Fan asked.

"Yes." Uncle San.

"Have you helped me?" Yang Fan.

"No." Uncle San.

"If there are no railings, would you still dare to cross the bridge?" Yang Fan asked.

Uncle San: "…"
Chapter completed!