Lao Gong is a crybaby

one year later--

The high wall was covered with a thick layer of white snow, Yang Ju was wearing a thin coat, but he didn't feel the cold.

The iron door creaked and was pushed open. He stepped through the door and walked towards the new life.

The man stepped forward, put on his coat expressionlessly, and ordered, "Raise your hand."

Yang Ju pressed half of his eyebrows, raised his hand through the long sleeves, and pulled down his clothes, "My temper is still so stinky."

Yang Jingcheng smiled, "Come back and live with me."

"It's not convenient."

He put his hands in his pockets, looked down at the toes of his shoes, and said with a wry smile: "Is there any inconvenience, I live alone now."

Yang Ju looked at him, didn't ask any other questions, and replied casually: "Yes."

In a cemetery in Guanzhou, there are three adjacent tombstones, one belonging to "Shen Qianhua", one belonging to "Tan Yubai", and the other belonging to "Yu Xiang".

One is his mother, one is his sister, and the other is his ex-wife.

Tan Shuya was wearing a long black dress, holding three bouquets of white lilies, leaning over and gently placing them in front of the tombstone.

Tan Xuan was established in front of the tombstone, with a solemn expression.

Mom, my son came to see you again, I'm sorry it's me and Shu Ya this time, I will definitely bring Sang Ran to see you next time, you always think I'm rigid, but Sang Ran is very lively, you will definitely like him.

Sister, Shu Ya has grown up, have you seen it?She looks more and more like you. In the past two years, she has become a lot more sensible after studying in college. Two days ago, she cooked a table of dishes at home. The craftsmanship is quite good, much better than her brother.

Sister Xiang, I still don't have the courage to tell Sang Ran the truth, but he is with Min Ze, no matter what he still wants to call me "Dad", that's enough.

"Dad." Tan Shuya called him, "I saw your high school uniform in my house in California. Since I'm so reluctant, why don't you go back and finish your senior year after dealing with grandma's funeral?"

Tan Xuancheng sighed disappointedly, "Yeah...why don't you go back?"

In class F of the second year of Cuihua middle school, Luo Dawei was sitting behind the desk correcting homework, and a large part of the audience had already fallen asleep.

He was supposed to lead Class B, but he resolutely chose Class F. Compared with those students who know self-discipline, these children who were at a loss in their short youth need his guidance more.

But obviously, I can't do a good job yet.

Yang Jue stood outside the window and watched him for quite a while, it was funny to say, after three years in prison, now that he came out, he suddenly wanted to look around the old man, after thinking about it carefully, besides Luo Dawei, he could barely be regarded as a friend. His relationship is not bad, other people either hate him, or just superficial friendship.

Thinking back to myself, the past 20 years have really been a mess.

It was already evening when he got home, and there was a box of cakes on the table. He asked strangely, "Whose birthday is today?"

Yang Jingcheng: "Teacher Luo sent it, saying that he was unable to pick you up when you were released from prison today. This is compensation."

Tears fell uncontrollably at this moment.

On his 17th birthday, he made two wishes.

One is to hope that Su Yan will have a harmonious husband and wife and a happy family in his next life; the other is to hope that Luo Dawei will be happy and healthy all his life and everything will go well.

None of the wishes he made before the age of 17 came true, and he no longer made any wishes after the age of 17.

In this life, with these two wishes, he is so easy to satisfy, will God take a second look at him?

It snowed heavily outside the house all night, Jinhua City was covered in silver, and a layer of ice flakes condensed on the windows of Sang Ran’s house. Xiaohui lay on the desk, poked out his little paws and scratched curiously, but was so cold that he jumped down again. The table got into the bed and squeezed between the two.

Tan Minze was swept back and forth by the fluffy tail. When he opened his eyes, he saw a big fat cat's butt. He couldn't laugh or cry. He stretched out his hand to hug it and laid it on his chest. Then he covered the cat with the quilt, so that the cat's head was exposed.

So when Sang Ran woke up, what he saw was such a horrifying scene of Tan Minze frantically stroking the cat's head with his chin.

"Woke you up?" Tan Minze kissed his forehead with ease.

Sang Ran didn't know what was going on suddenly, so she turned over and hugged his waist and asked, "If one day Xiao Hui and I fell into the river at the same time, who would you save first?"

Tan Minze: "...you hold Xiaohui, can I carry you ashore?"

"..." Sang Ran threw Xiaohui to the foot of the bed, and then lay down on Tan Minze's body, muttering, "If you have a cat, you don't want your husband's scumbag."

"Haha..." Tan Minze hugged him until his stomach ached from laughing, "You can eat the cat's vinegar too."

"Isn't it?" Sang Ran listened to his strong heartbeat, and thoughtfully said: "Xiao Ze, this Saturday, let's go back to Cuihua in the afternoon to have a look."

Tan Minze gently rubbed his soft hair, and replied, "Okay."

The two walked through every corner of the campus hand in hand, talked about the past in detail, and reminisced about that period of too hasty youth.

The scratched and mottled desk carried too many memories. I didn’t think so at the time, but when I turned around suddenly, I found that there were endless exercise books piled up on that desk, and snacks that I don’t know how long were stuffed in the drawer Packing bags, sitting there and listening to every boring class, the days of secretly talking to the same table or pranking the front desk, are so beautiful that people want to cry.

Time flies, memories can never be kept, only those who walk side by side with you can keep.

Looking at the campus gate, Sang Ran suddenly asked: "When I was yelling at the school gate, I saw you suddenly stop, what were you thinking at that time?"

"At that time, my mind was blank, the only thing I could feel," he paused, raised Sang Ran's hand and put it on his heart, only the beloved in front of him was reflected in his bright eyes.

"That's where the jumping is fast."