Time always seems to pass by inadvertently. In the blink of an eye, it has been five years since Li Heng and Fang Xiaoya came to Hong Kong Island, and it has been two years since Fang's father, Fang's mother, and Fang Xiaoqing came here.
Two years ago, there was some unpleasantness when picking up Fang's father and the others. In the past two years, Li Heng has refused to talk to them.
Today, May 11, 1962, when Laoguan was about to leave his post and return to his hometown to take up a post, and the new director had already taken office, he finally agreed to meet and have a chat with the new and old directors.
Li Mansion on the top of the mountain
This place is obviously different from other rich people's houses.
The other houses are all European and American style buildings, as well as Gothic buildings. Only his house is a courtyard. Yes, Li's Mansion is a very large courtyard.
This was something the little girl and Zhao Mingxia figured out on their own back then, and almost replicated the large courtyard occupied by the Dongsi Office.
The only difference is that the houses here are made of reinforced concrete, not wooden buildings.
Early in the morning, after exercising in the back garden and sparring with several security personnel stationed at Li Mansion, Li Heng returned to the main house in front of him with satisfaction.
Already thirty-four years old, he looks much more mature and stable than five years ago. Other changes are not big. Xiaobai will still follow him step by step whenever he is at home.
Xiaobai and Huangmao have had many children in the past few years. Not counting the two given to the Fang family, the two that Mazi wants to leave, and the five that Hengyi Society is qualified to ask for, their family still has more than a dozen.
Only.
Now, except for the little white and yellow-haired ones and the three that are less than half a year old, the others are all part of the Li Mansion's security. Together with the security personnel, they are all over the Li Mansion, contributing their own strength to the safety of this family.
In the main room, Fang Xiaoya was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper that had just been delivered. When she heard the movement at the door and looked up, she put down the newspaper in her hand helplessly and stood up.
Little girl... No, we can no longer call her little girl. Twenty-seven-year-old Fang Xiaoya has been in charge of Huasheng for more than a year. The experience in shopping malls in the past few years has long been invisible to her.
There is a trace of the little girl from back then. Even if she only wears home clothes at home, she still looks graceful and majestic.
However, this kind of temperament is only for outsiders. In front of Li Heng, she is still the same as before, the man who can act coquettishly and complain, and the first person she thinks of when encountering any difficulties is still her man.
"Brother, how many times have I told you, just practice a little bit. You are boxing with them again. Look at the dirt on your body. I know you are exercising, but I don't know that you are still satisfied at such an old age.
I'm rolling around on the ground, oh, there are footprints on my body today, hehe, it's rare."
While teasing her man, she helped him take off the coat he usually wore for exercise.
Li Heng didn't mind being teased by his wife, so he smiled slightly and pecked her on the mouth.
Zhao Mingxia, who happened to be leading the servants in to deliver breakfast, saw her. She couldn't figure it out. The two had been married for six years and were almost inseparable. Why were they still so clingy? Wouldn't it bother them?
"Ahem, sir, madam, it's time to eat."
When outsiders are present, she will never act like she is old or young. Li Heng has corrected her many times, but Zhao Mingxia has always gone her own way. In her words, everyone is familiar with each other, but the rules cannot be broken, otherwise what goes up and down will take effect over time.
These servants will lose respect for their masters. Similarly, if they get used to it, they may behave inappropriately when guests are present, which will cause others to look down on the Li family.
"Sister Zhao, please come too."
"No sir, I'll just eat in front." After saying that, she retreated with the servant.
Li Heng and Fang Xiaoya don't like people standing around to wait on them all the time when eating. Also, they never let servants go up to clean the second floor of the main house. They do it themselves. No matter how busy they are, they do it every day.
They will take some time to sort it out together, which is their repertoire.
In their hearts, they always believe that the couple must work together to maintain the home, regardless of the financial conditions or hygiene of the home.
The two of them cook meals together every week. Their cooking skills are definitely far inferior to those of the chefs at home, but this is not a little fun between them.
"Brother, have you made an appointment with Director Guan today?"
"Well, it's been almost two years. Let's meet him. He will go back soon. I don't know when we will see him next, and I don't know if we will see him again."
Lao Guan is already over fifty this year. If nothing changes, after he returns this time, the next time he sees Li Heng will be nearly twenty years at the earliest. He will be over seventy by then. Will he still be able to see him again?
It's really hard to say.
After listening to her husband's words, Fang Xiaoya said nothing, picked up a piece of sausage from the bowl and put it into her mouth. It was so beautiful that her big eyes narrowed into slits.
You read that right, it’s fat sausage. The two of them had braised pork sausage for breakfast today.
When Fang's parents came over two years ago, the first thing Fang Xiaoya did was to ask her mother to cook braised pork for her. They ate for a week, and Li Heng said he couldn't stand it anymore, so he gave up.
Since then, braised pork has appeared on their dinner table once a week.
The chef in the family never expected that a man who had learned how to cook independently and had been cooking Sichuan and Hunan cuisine for decades would have to learn how to cook stewed dishes when he was almost fifty years old.
"Brother, what is the name of the new person who replaces Director Guan?"
"It seems his surname is Chang, what's wrong?"
"That should be him. Yesterday, I received an invitation from their company to apply for an interview. The administrative department asked me, but I didn't agree."
"Well, leave him alone and save them from asking some inappropriate questions."
"Director Guan is leaving after all, so don't make it difficult for me to get off stage."
"I understand, but I also hope that the new Director Chang won't say anything too extreme, otherwise... haha, I won't tolerate him."
Fang Xiaoya could only roll her eyes.
She also didn't expect that when her parents and younger brother came over, they would be able to pinch her neck. But who knew that just like that, her man would immediately go crazy.
In the middle of the night, I ran over to lift Director Guan out of bed and asked him to ask what he meant. At the same time, he poked the old boss on the phone and had a heated argument on the phone.
Similarly, what happened this time also scared Fang's parents. They didn't want to come over at first, but they finally understood why their son-in-law wanted them all to come over.
Also frightened with them was Director Lou.
At first, he thought Li Heng was making a fuss out of a molehill, but seeing his future in-laws almost being placed under residential surveillance, he immediately felt sick. Who could bear this? So, after a little relief, the family of three followed Fang's father.
Fang’s mother got on the boat to Hong Kong Island together.