The supreme master of the female president

In Ningjiang in the twelfth lunar month, night fell very quickly. Yang Yitian had already sat on the bench without moving for five or six hours without knowing it.

During this period, people who passed by all stared at him with a kind of surprised eyes. It was so cold that he could sit for such a long time.

Yang Yitian's expression was melancholy, his eyes were deep and cloudy. During the five or six hours, he kept imagining what method he should use to save and make up for his mistakes.

However, no matter how much he thought about it, Yang Yitian knew very well that Jiang Xinyao was completely disappointed in herself, otherwise she would not have been so resolute when the divorce was in the Civil Affairs Bureau.

"Wuxin, do you miss Dad?" Yang Yitian raised his head slowly, staring at the dark night sky, his heart ached slightly, wanting to know if his daughter Yang Wuxin would quarrel with Jiang Xinyao and cry Make a fuss and find yourself.

"Sir, after sitting here for so long, it must be very cold. Have a cup of hot water to warm you up?" The security guard in the sentry box before, wearing a pair of pure cotton gloves, took a cup of hot water with a disposable cup, kindly Handed it to Yang Yitian.

"Thank you!" Yang Yitian took the steaming water, thanked the security guard, and then drank it carefully.

"I'm off work, you don't have anything important, you should go back early, this damn weather can freeze people to death!" The middle-aged security guard could see that Yang Yitian didn't want to talk much, so he left wisely.

Yang Yitian drank the hot water in several sips, and a wave of warmth began to spread in his stomach. He didn't leave in a hurry, and continued to sit silently on the bench.

At the same time, there was some anticipation in my heart. After sitting here for so long, Jiang Xinyao would most likely be watching her secretly from a certain window, and feel sorry for herself.

It's a pity that Yang Yitian sat for a few more hours, and at ten o'clock in the evening, the air dropped to zero, and Jiang Xinyao still didn't show up, as if she didn't know he was here at all, or knew it, but she just didn't want to down.

Yang Yitian began to feel cold gradually, because he had not eaten a grain of rice except for breakfast this morning, and the heat in his body was no longer enough to support him to continue like this, if he hadn't received the devilish special training Well, ordinary people can't stand it for an hour, let alone a whole day like him.

Finally, in the early hours of the morning, Yang Yitian slowly got up from the bench, his bones crackling. He looked up at the floors around him where the lights were not turned off, then turned around and left with a sigh.

Outside Qinghu District, at a roadside stall, Yang Yitian sat down on a stool and said, "Boss, give me some fried noodles!"

"Okay, handsome guy, sit down first, and I'll fry it for you soon!" The owner of the roadside stall is a young couple. They are wrapped up tightly. The man is in charge of frying noodles, and The women serve dishes and make some money in the middle of the night.

However, Yang Yitian's gloomy gaze stayed under the counter at the stall, where there were many boxes of paper, and a little girl over five years old was lying asleep.

At this moment, Yang Yitian couldn't help thinking of a passage, small things in the big city, old mother grabbing medicine, poor wife buying rice, childish reading, the world is in a panic, it's just a few pieces of money, and finally a miserable life, turned into a pile of loess.

"Handsome guy, your fried noodles!" The boss Nian used a plate, carrying a portion of fried noodles, and placed it on Yang Yitian's small wooden table.

Yang Yitian came back to his senses, smiled melancholy, picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

When he was almost finished eating, Yang Yitian put down his chopsticks and asked aloud: "It's so cold, are there many guests? Why don't you go back to rest, but wait here?"

Hearing Yang Yitian's words, the boss and the proprietress were startled, they looked at each other, smiled and said: "It's okay to go back, why not wait here, just like you are now, come to eat noodles when you are hungry, I will It happens to be able to cook a serving of hot noodles for you on such a cold day, and I can make some money to fill you up, which is great!"

"In order to earn more than a dozen dollars, is it worth it to let your wife stand here with you to suffer from the cold, and your daughter to sleep on a box of paper?" Yang Yitian asked deeply.

The boss stopped talking, because in the deepest part of his heart, he felt that he was very useless and could not give his wife and daughter a good life. Instead, he made his wife work hard to accompany him in such a cold day because of this stall that did not make much money. with.

Is it worth it? The boss also asked himself in his heart, looking at the lady boss next to him, his eyes were full of guilt and complex meanings. Once upon a time, he swore to give her a good life, but now it is the truth.For such a small amount of money, a stall was set up on the side of the road.

The proprietress stepped forward tenderly, took the boss's hand, looked at Yang Yitian and said, "I am not a rich daughter, and I never dare to expect a princess-like life. My husband has suffered so much to support us. I have no I complained that he could not give me a noble material life, so I only know that my husband is willing to give everything he has for me, and I believe that the current predicament cannot be permanent. Sooner or later, He will give me and my daughter a happy and warm home!"

After hearing what the proprietress said, Yang Yitian smiled melancholy, took out 100 yuan from his body, put it on the wooden table and said, "The noodles are delicious!"

The proprietress picked up 100 yuan and wanted to give Yang Yitian some change, but he had already gone away and disappeared into the night.

In the early hours of the morning, Yang Yitian returned to the bench. He unpacked the cigarettes he had just bought, and quietly waited for the passage of time.

Early the next morning, Yang Yitian, who was lying on a long wooden bench with his eyes closed and sleeping lightly, was awakened by a rustling sound of sweeping the floor. When he opened his eyes, he found that it was the cleaner of the community.

"Auntie, I'm sorry to trouble you!" Seeing that all the cigarette butts under his feet had been swept away, Yang Yitian smiled apologetically.

"Young people smoke less, or when you get old in the future, you will have lung problems and it will be difficult for you to breathe!" The cleaner aunt did not scold Yang Yitian for littering, but kindly reminded him.

"Thank you, I will restrain myself!" Yang Yitian smiled, got up and stretched, it was the weekend morning, and he could finally see his daughter.

However, when Yang Yitian took out his mobile phone and called Jiang Xinyao, he was busy with the sound for a few minutes, but he didn't seem to connect.

Yang Yitian frowned, and made several calls in a row, but the result was the same, no one answered in the busy tone.

After hanging up the phone, Yang Yitian's eyes were fixed, he found his younger sister Yang Xuan's number, and called her directly.