poor road [end times]

Both Yang Yiqin and Yang's mother were stunned.

Feng Lin stood in front and held Yang Yiqin's wrist tightly, his tall body protecting him tightly.Although facing the lingering nervousness of the elders, he still said stubbornly and firmly: "Auntie, don't hit Yang Yiqin."

Yang Yiqin clearly remembered that the last time he saw Feng Lin speak so uncomfortably was when the other party confessed to him.

He gently patted Feng Lin's arm, which was afraid of Feng Lin, and gently comforted him, then poked his head out from the side of Feng Lin's body, looked at Yang's mother who was holding the shovel, and said with a smile: "Mom, look at you , scared the guests."

Yang's mother finally reunited with her son after a long absence, and forgot to give her attention to other people for a while, only to realize that her son did not come back alone.

She put down the spatula in embarrassment, and asked in Mandarin, "This...is this?"

Yang Yiqin bent his eyes, and introduced generously: "Feng Lin, I mentioned to mom before that he is my boyfriend."

Hearing this, Feng Lin immediately tensed up.

He breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes flickered, waiting for Mother Yang to speak.

"So you're Feng Lin? I heard Qinqin said about you. You're very good, very good young man." Yang's mother put on a kind smile, and put the hand holding the spatula behind her back, "Don't be afraid, auntie I was joking with him just now, hello."

Feng Lin nodded politely: "Hello."

"Haha, are you tired from the journey?" Mother Yang said with a gentle expression, "Who is driving the helicopter, you or Qinqin?"

Feng Lin replied truthfully: "It's me."

Yang's mother looked at Yang Yiqin, and asked distrustfully, "Did you order this young man to work for you?"

"Mom, don't say that." Yang Yiqin smiled, "Am I that kind of person?"

Mother Yang shook her head and smiled lightly. Although she said it was a lesson, she said in a very friendly tone: "You! Anyway, you have been surrounded by people since you were a child, and you are the only one who looks after you every day. Look at who in the village dare not listen to you."

Yang Yiqin said, "They surrounded themselves."

"Yes." Feng Lin said decisively, "I voluntarily."

Yang Yiqin: "..."

Mother Yang: "..."

Feng Lin: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Mother Yang smiled kindly and explained, "Qinqin and I often joke like this, don't take it too seriously."

Feng Lin nodded blankly: "Yes, I see."

At the beginning of this year, Yang Yiqin planned to bring Feng Lin home.

When the two are not together, they don't ask each other how to celebrate the New Year.Later, they fell in love, and basically Feng Lin spent the New Year in Beishi alone, while Yang Yiqin needed to go back to his hometown for a few days, and then bought the earliest ticket to return.

At that time, Yang Yiqin would make video contact with Feng Lin every day, listening to the other party confirming the date of going back to him time and time again. If he hadn't tried his best to dissuade Feng Lin, Feng Lin even wanted to drive over directly once.

But the two spent a year together, and that was last year.

Seeing that Feng Lin was about to graduate from college, Yang Yiqin proposed to take him home to meet his parents this year, and Feng Lin readily agreed.Yang Yiqin called his parents more than half a year in advance, saying that Feng Lin might be a little restrained, and asked them to prepare.

Mother Yang remembered those words.

She smiled kindly and said, "Xiao Feng, don't be too nervous, our family is easy to get along with."

Feng Lin nodded: "Well, thank you, I'm not nervous."

Mother Yang looked suspiciously at the back of the opponent's veined hand.

This child...is he too stiff?

Yang Yiqin came out from behind Feng Lin and took the initiative to ease the atmosphere: "Mom, where is my father?"

Mother Yang replied: "Your father has gone out to lead a patrol, and he won't be back until dinner time."

"I guess so, my dad is the mainstay of the village now, right?"

"Hey, isn't there no way? There aren't many people left in our village. If it wasn't for the weekend when the apocalypse broke out, and some people just came home from the county and the city to visit relatives, there must be very few young people in the village. Although your father He is 55 years old, but the kung fu he practiced in his youth is still there, and everyone in the village admires him."

While chatting, Mother Yang's eyes were attracted by Mao Xiaoliu who was squatting next to him—it was because the other party was too black, squatting in a black mass next to the snowdrift, forming a sharp contrast in color.

Mother Yang asked, "Is this the kitten you raised?"

"Yes, it's called Mao Xiaoliu." Yang Yiqin nodded and said with a smile, "Feng Lin and I have raised a family of cats. There are two big cats and six kittens. This is just the youngest of the kittens."

"Looking really energetic, you must be able to catch a lot of mice, right?" Mother Yang beamed with joy, "There are a lot of mice in our village, and they even ate corn from the Zhang family on Qianjie two days ago. I feel sorry for them!"

Hearing the two of them mentioning him, Mao Xiaoliu immediately stood up imposingly, shaking his smooth black hair, and walked towards Mother Yang with catwalks.

In the past, it never let strangers get close, and tried its best to maintain its noble and elegant image in front of outsiders.But now, it walked up to Mother Yang very obediently, rubbed her trouser legs, and let out a coquettish and cute cry.

Just like a normal milk cat.

Probably because she watched Yang's mother chasing Yang Yiqin in circles, so she took the initiative to keep low and small.

Yang Yiqin frowned: "Mao Xiaoliu, are you watching people order dishes?"

Mao Xiaoliu blinked at Yang Yiqin, stared at his round and clear yellow eyes, and ran over obediently to rub his trouser legs, and then went to rub Feng Lin again after rubbing.

Mother Yang suddenly called out softly: "Oh!"

"What's wrong?" Yang Yiqin hurriedly asked, "What happened?"

Mother Yang patted her thigh: "It's broken, my food is still being fried!"

Yang Yiqin smelled it: "What kind of food?"

"It's just ordinary cabbage vermicelli." At this point, Mother Yang finally took off her disguise, her eyes became extraordinarily gentle and kind, "However, since you have returned safely, you must prepare two more sets of bowls and chopsticks for the evening... not much to say I'm going to turn off the fire now."

After finishing speaking, she hurriedly turned around to hide the tears in the corners of her eyes, opened the door of the stairwell and hurried downstairs.

Between the main house and the bungalow on the east side, there is a semi-outdoor staircase, which connects the outdoor corridor on the second floor of the main house and the roof of the bungalow.However, at the time of the original design, considering the warmth and sun protection of the second floor, the outdoor promenade, including the handrails, was surrounded by glass windows.

The roof is enclosed with glass windows, and the upper half of the outdoor stairs need to open a small door to get to the roof of the bungalow.

Yang Yiqin looked helplessly at the crumbling door.

He walked to the edge of the roof, bent down to look at the yard downstairs, and shouted loudly: "Mom, what should I do with the things Feng Lin and I brought back?"

"Take it directly to the West Room on the second floor! No one has lived in it, so remember to clean it a little bit!"

"Ok."

"By the way, there are not enough things in the room. It's too cold this winter. I'll find two more quilts for you later. Remember to cover them with two more layers when you sleep."

"No, I can find it myself." Yang Yiqin said with a smile, "If Dad comes back, remember to tell him."

"The quilt is in the living room of the Westinghouse." Mother Yang smiled as she reminded, "No one can forget you if you forget it."

Soon, the sound of cutting vegetables came from the kitchen.

Yang Yiqin was silent for a moment. He was lost in thought looking at the withered jujube trees and grape vines in the yard, and the suppressed sobs of the woman could be heard faintly in his ears.After a while, he rubbed the corners of his hot eyes, then turned around and smiled slightly: "Come on, I'll show you the structure of the courtyard first."

Feng Lin clasped his wrist: "Yes."

Yang Yiqin held Feng Lin's hand instead, interlocked his fingers, and led him in through the glass door, through the stairwell platform to the second floor of the main house.

Mao Xiaoliu followed behind them step by step.

There are two suites on the first and second floors of the main house, each with a living room, a bedroom and a bathroom.The suite on the east side is slightly larger, the living room alone is [-] square meters, the living room of the suite on the west side is half smaller, but the size of the bedroom and bathroom remains the same.

"The east suite on the first floor is often used to entertain guests. In order to avoid embarrassment, only that suite does not have a separate bathroom. The location of the bathroom has been changed to a small warehouse." A public restroom."

Feng Lin asked, "Do we live on the west side of the second floor?"

"My mother probably meant that." Yang Yiqin pointed to the window of the suite on the east side of the second floor, "After all, you can see that both the living room and the bedroom are full of supplies. I guess the situation downstairs is similar."

Seeing the stockpiled food at home, the two were completely relieved.

Yang's father and Yang's mother's doomsday life was much easier than they both imagined.

Because there is no heating equipment, the room temperature on the second floor of the main house is so low that the outdoor temperature is almost the same, so it can be used to store some things.The living room of the eastern suite alone is filled with corn, wheat, rice, oil, and various large tanks, and the bed in the bedroom is also filled with dried fish and the like.

According to Yang Yiqin's experience, those big tanks should contain food like pickled vegetables.

Looking around, there are several rows of bacon and sausages hanging on the roof of the bungalows on the east side.It must be that there is not enough space downstairs, so Yang's father and Yang's mother took a lot of trouble to move the things upstairs to store and marinate.

Pushing open the door of the suite on the west side of the second floor, Yang Yiqin joked: "Thanks to my parents for not forgetting to prepare a room for me while fulfilling their strong wish for retirement."

At the beginning of the design, this suite was prepared for him and his future partner, and he was also asked for his opinion during the decoration.Yang Yiqin said that his partner is a man, so he asked them to take it easy when decorating and not make it too fancy.

At that time, Yang's mother and Yang's father were shocked by his sudden coming out of the closet, and they didn't speak for a long time.

The decoration style of this suite is simple, the patterns of the sofa and the cabinet are very simple, there are not many things in the room, but there are a few big blue bags piled up in the corner of the living room, judging by the shape of the plastic bags, they are not filled. Clothes are bedding.

Feng Lin said: "The quilt that Auntie mentioned is that."

"Go to the bedroom again."

Yang Yiqin pushed open the bedroom door, and fell silent.

Feng Lin didn't know why, so he walked over quickly.

I saw that the bedding in the room was complete, and the mattresses, sheets, pillows, and quilts were arranged neatly and orderly, and they were covered with a layer of transparent plastic cloth to prevent dust from getting dirty.Yang Yiqin walked to the closet and opened it - sure enough, the winter clothes inside were covered with dust covers and hung out neatly.

He smelled laundry detergent.

This room looks like it is waiting for someone to come back to live at any time.

Feng Lin hugged Yang Yiqin from behind, tied his waist tightly, put his chin on his shoulder, and gently touched his cheek.

"Really." Yang Yiqin blinked, held back tears and said with a smile, "There is something missing somewhere."

She also pretended to dislike him and came back, chasing and beating him.

Feng Lin said in a deep voice, "They are very good."

"It's very good, the ancestral knife mouth tofu heart."

When the two were hugging each other intimately, Mao Xiaoliu suddenly called out and glared at the direction outside the door warily.Hearing the movement, Feng Lin let go of Yang Yiqin, and the two turned to look outside the bedroom door.

Outside the door, a middle-aged man in his fifties was looking at them intently.

Obviously, he saw their hug just now.

Even though he is old, he can still see the upright appearance in the past from the gully in the man's brows and eyes. He purses his lips without getting angry, and his body has a texture that has been honed and accumulated over the years, from head to toe. It's an aura that is not easy to mess with.

At his feet was a mutated wolf green dog, which was glaring at each other with Mao Xiaoliu.

Yang Yiqin said, "Dad."

"Hmm." Father Yang's majestic gaze swept over the two of them, "Is this your partner?"

Yang Yiqin nodded.

Father Yang's gaze fell on Feng Lin's body, examining him from head to toe for a long time.Feng Lin stood up straight with his chest up and his head up, neither dodging nor dodging, allowing the other party to look at him.

After a long time, Father Yang suddenly placed a palm on Feng Lin's shoulder, and said with a laugh: "Yes, the momentum is good, and the physique is well trained, but it's too easy to get nervous."

"Cough!" Feng Lin was shocked by the beating, "Cough cough...Thank you for your affirmation."

Father Yang touched the dog's head of Langqinggou, with a hearty attitude: "You're welcome, you're welcome, with your physique, I don't have to worry about you being suppressed and beaten by Qinqin in the future, and there will be conflicts in the end, at least you have to beat me. Do you come and go?"

Feng Lin: "..."

Yang Yiqin: "..."

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