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Chu Fan burst into tears more and more, he bit his lip tightly and suppressed his voice.

In Chu Fan's heart, the old village head is just like his own grandfather. Most of the snacks and toys he bought when he was a child were saved by the old village head.At that time, money was still very valuable. The old village head could only earn a few hundred yuan a year fishing, and it would cost half of it to buy him all kinds of weird things, and he would make toys for him himself, such as a small wooden horse. , small blackboard, small skateboard.

When he was ten years old, the old village head saw that he was always sitting on the dining table to study. The dining table was very high, and it was difficult for him to reach it, so he spent three days making a small wooden table for him on the bed.

Later, when he grew up a bit, the old village chief often drove him around the coast on a bicycle, and told him that this island and the sea were the roots and wealth of the Chu family.

When he went out to study when he was a teenager, the old village head sent him to the county by boat, and then stood at the pier watching him until he could no longer see him, then the old village head put his hands behind his back, with tears in his eyes Light left silently.

When Cheng Yang didn't come two years ago, the old village head had been worrying about his life-long affairs. He often said that he was afraid that he would die without seeing his other half. He also told him that if he could leave one day, he should leave the island. If you can't open it, you have to find a suitable person. You can't be alone, that's too lonely.

Cheng Yang gently followed Chu Fan's back, thinking carefully, this was the first time he saw Chu Fan cry.

It turned out that brother Chu who was crying made him feel bad.

It didn't take long for Chu Fan to calm down.He took a deep breath, turned his head hastily, turned around and walked back, quickly wiped his face twice with his cuff, he didn't want Cheng Yang to see him like this.

When he was about to wipe his face again, Cheng Yang grabbed his arm and stood in front of him.

Chu Fan lowered his head, his voice was slightly hoarse: "Get out of the way."

Cheng Yang didn't move, he held Chu Fan's drooping head with both hands, bent down to look at Chu Fan's red, swollen eyes glistening with water, and gently brushed the corners of his eyes with his fingers.

Chu Fan turned his head away, but Cheng Yang forcefully pulled him back the next moment. His brother Chu's crying face was red, his lips were red, his eyes were red, and he looked more like a little rabbit.

"Brother Chu, I will wipe away your tears from now on."

Chu Fan stared blankly at Cheng Yang, who expressed his heartfelt heart once again, and didn't recover until his eyelids were touched by the gentle and soft lips.

Cheng Yang kissed Chu Fan's eyes, and his hands ran down the slightly trembling back of the person in Shun's arms as if to comfort him.

On the way back, Chu Fan saw Gu Yuan.

Gu Yuan was sitting in a wheelchair, still walking alone, still looking like he was dying, holding a chrysanthemum in his hand, silently looking at them.

Chu Fan just glanced at it lightly, and passed by Gu Yuan.

Cheng Yang has been silently following Chu Fan, his eyes fixed on Chu Fan.

Back home, Chu He's mother was playing paper airplanes with Chu Xia. As soon as Chu Xia saw Chu Fan, she ran down from the bed and hugged Chu Fan's thigh.

Chu Fan bent down to pick up his son, Chu Xia hugged Chu Fan's neck with both hands, buried his little head on Chu Fan's shoulder, and didn't make trouble or speak, as if he was comforting Chu Fan in his own way.

Chuhe's mother stood up and smiled: "I'm back? I'm not in good health. I can't hear the crying, so I didn't go. Thinking that you are so busy that there must be no one to take care of the child, I came here. I forgot The little fairy came back. I thought that since someone was watching the child, I should go back. As a result, when the little fairy saw me, he asked me to help take care of it for a while, and then ran out in a hurry. I thought, it must be I went to find you. Now my task is completed, and I go."

Chu Fan said: "Stay here for dinner together? We haven't eaten together for a long time."

Chuhe's mother waved her hand: "Forget it, I can't join in the excitement now, and I don't know what's wrong. You and your family have a good time, I'm leaving."

After Chu He's mother left, Chu Fan hugged Chu Xia and sat on the bed in a daze for a while, while Cheng Yang was always by Chu Fan's side holding his hand.

The ticking of the old clock hanging on the wall was clearer and louder than before.

When Chu Fan came back to his senses, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon.From the busy morning to this time, I didn't even drink a sip of water.But the first thing Chu Fan thought of was not himself, but whether his son had milk.

He looked at Chu Xia, and found that Chu Xia had fallen asleep lying on top of him, with his eyes tightly closed and breathing heavily.

Chu Fan put Chu Qingqingxia on the bed, and covered Chu Xia with a quilt.Then he took the half bottle of milk on the table, it was still warm, obviously Chu He's mother had given Chu Xia some milk powder.

Now that his son had eaten, Chu Fan was not in the mood to eat, so he lay on the bed with his arms around Chu Xia and closed his eyes.

As night comes, Pengying Island is extremely quiet on this day. The night is dark and deep, and even the waves seem to be completely blackened by the ink in the air.

When Chu Fan woke up again, it was already nine o'clock the next day, New Year's Eve.

At this time of year in Sawamura, firecrackers should be sounding, but this year the village was quiet.

The spring couplets on the window grilles had been pasted up a few days ago, and it looked too red in Chu Fan's eyes.

This year, he doesn't have to go to the old village head's house to pay New Year's greetings.

Chu Fan stared blankly at the ceiling for a long time. After recovering, he lightly touched Chu Xia's face sleeping beside him, and turned his head again, facing Cheng Yang's sleeping face.

Chu Fan stared at it for a while, and finally got up and walked to the kitchen.

Breakfast was simple porridge. Chu Fan put it on the table after cooking, and they drank it when they got up.

Chu Fan put on his cotton-padded clothes, went out the gate and went straight to the old village head's house.

Chu Guiping's wife was washing vegetables in the yard. When she saw Chu Fan, she hurriedly invited someone into the house, and whispered to Chu Fan, "Brother Ping, I haven't eaten since last night."

"Okay, sister-in-law, you prepare the meal, and I will eat with Brother Ping."

When Chu Fan came to the house, Chu Guiping was wearing a padded jacket and sitting at the table smoking a cigarette. When he saw Chu Fan coming, he smiled and said, "Sit down."

Chu Fan looked at Chu Guiping who had aged a lot overnight, with mixed emotions in his heart, he also lit a cigarette to smoke with Chu Guiping.

The two of them were silent, finished their cigarettes, drank a few cups of tea, Chu Guiping's wife brought the rice, and Chu Fan took the rice and stared at Chu Guiping.Finally Chu Guiping picked up the meal, and after the meal was over, both Chu Fan and Chu Guiping's eyes were red.

Chu Fan sighed, came out of Chu Guiping's house, returned home, and as soon as he opened the courtyard door, he saw Cheng Yang hugging Chu Xia and waving to Chu Fan with a smile: "Look, Dad is back."

"father!"

At this moment, a smile from the heart finally appeared on Chu Fan's face.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Chu Fan started to prepare the New Year's Eve dinner. Chu Fan's New Year's Eve dinner is always very simple, just make dumplings and cook some fresh seafood to complete the New Year's Eve dinner.

In the kitchen, Chu Fan methodically washed vegetables, chopped vegetables, cut meat, mixed stuffing, and kneaded noodles.

No matter what, the year still has to pass.

He mixed three kinds of dumpling fillings, pork and corn fillings, three delicacies fillings, and crab roe fillings.

This busy, busy until the evening.

The fiery red light of the setting sun dyed the sea surface golden, and the red light of the setting sun shone into the window and the round table in the house. Chu Fan stood beside the round table silently rolling the dumpling wrappers, repeating an action mechanically over and over again.

The afterglow of the evening fell on Chu Fan's face, making his skin tinged with a faint blush.

Cheng Yang walked over and put his arms around Chu Fan's waist from behind, resting his chin on Chu Fan's shoulder.

Chu Fan stopped moving his hands for a moment, his eyelashes drooped, and then he put the rolling pin horizontally in front of Cheng Yang, "You roll the skin, or it rolls you, choose one."

Cheng Yang: "..."

In the end, Young Master Cheng chose to roll the skin.

Cheng Yang rolled the skin, Chu Fan made the dumplings, and the speed increased a lot.Chu Fan is skillful and can make dumplings of any shape. He specially made a drawer of various kinds of dumplings, dumplings and steamed buns for Chu Xia, including little rabbits, little tigers, and big-faced cats.

The dumplings were wrapped and water was boiled in the pot.People began to come to Chu Fan's house to pay New Year's greetings one after another. Every time someone came, Chu Fan took out the red envelopes prepared in advance from the drawer and gave them to them. Chu Qing was already in her 40s, and she asked Chu Fan for red envelopes with a smile .

Chu Xiaowu was smarter than them. After asking Chu Fan for the red envelope, he walked up to Cheng Yang and shouted, "Uncle's red envelope is over, where's yours?"

Cheng Yang: "..."

Chu Fan: "..."

Except for the title of aunt, Cheng Yang was quite happy. After all, this also recognized his relationship with Chu Fan. If Cheng Yang made a move, it would be too generous. Chu Fan only put 200 yuan in a bag. Cheng Yang happily took out a wad from his wallet and gave it out, but he didn't know how much it was.

Chu Xiaowu was so happy that he passed out. He had never seen so much money in his life. He was so excited that he even forgot to say thank you, and ran away with the money.

The villagers who came in later also learned it. After calling Uncle Chu Fan, they went to call Aunt Cheng Yang.

Chu Fan: "..."

When it was Chuhe's turn to come in, Cheng Yang frowned, shaking the thick stack of red notes in his hand, regardless of whether the name was nice or not, he said proudly, "Call me, little aunt?"

Chuhe poohed Cheng Yang in his heart, then turned his head and left. Cheng Yang's stinky money was not something he cared about!

Gradually, the people who paid New Year's greetings came and left, and the house returned to quiet from the bustle.Everyone was smiling and filled with the joy of the New Year, but no one mentioned the old village head, and everyone was deliberately avoiding this sad topic.

After the dumplings were cooked and served, Chu Xia looked at the strangely shaped dumplings in Cheng Yang's bowl, and asked, "Why is my brother's dumplings different from mine?"

Chu Fan: "Those are the dumpling wrappers that he rolled out badly."

Cheng Yang: ...to show some face in front of the children...

In fact, Master Cheng doesn’t even know how to make dumplings, let alone rolling out the skin. Not to mention that the rolled out skin is not round, some are too thick to make a slice of soup, and some are too thin and the dumpling filling leaks out, so Chu Fan Reluctantly, Cheng Yang cooked all the broken dumpling skins and ate them.

Nothing is wasted.

The moon is full of stars, but the sound of the sea is still there.

The clock ticked past zero during the warm meal of the three, and the new year came.

Cheng Yang stared at Chu Fan's gentle face opposite him, reached into his pocket and grasped the small red box inside.

"Brother Chu, I have a gift for you."