I have time

"...There are so many things, they are all piled up in the back seat."

Yi Chengfeng turned his head and glanced at Kai Zi who was busy closing the store and locking the door, and Yao Zhi who was stuffing the dog into the pineapple, walked a few steps away and continued talking to the phone, "My mother will definitely call me a prodigal... …There are a few things in the box full of foreign language, I can’t understand whether they are food or wipes, are you sure you can buy these in China? Otherwise, they may not believe what I bought.”

The tip of the pen was hanging on the signature page of a document, and then Yan Yu gently put it down, "Everyone is like this during Chinese New Year, it's very lively when you look at it, and it won't be much if you go back."

"It's time to go, isn't it? Safe travels—"

His tone was very light, as if there were countless spider threads climbing up and winding up along the electric waves, making people have to struggle a little to get away.

"Xiaoyan, are you free now? I'll turn a corner and go see you."

"We've only been separated for five hours...that's all."

Yan Yu didn't really want to give himself a chance to say goodbye to the other party, even thinking about the short ten-day separation was quite difficult.

"Let's go with Kaizi and the others. Drive slowly on the road. We're here before dinner. I won't be able to leave later, Brother Feng, goodbye—"

"That's fine, I'll call you when we get there." Yi Chengfeng turned his head and glanced, the screwdriver had already started the car, "Xiaoyan, baby, wait for me to come back."

***

New Year's Eve, eight o'clock in the morning.

"...This is my room, the smallest one. I'm not at home and they treat it as a warehouse and pile up a lot of sundries... Lonely single bed..."

Directed live broadcast commentator Yi Chengfeng's deliberately lowered voice came simultaneously with the screen, "You are the best for me, the kitchen is mine, the living room is mine, and you are mine..."

Yan Yu really wanted to gag his mouth through the screen, Yi Chengfeng's appearance of having an affair must be because his parents are at home, "Don't be too arrogant, I'm going to cook breakfast, I'll call you at night."

"Let me see what you cook? Is it quick-frozen dumplings? Xiaoyan, how do you eat this... Don't you eat dumplings at night? You won't vomit after eating dumplings all day?"

"You bought this as a pie for my neck..." Yan Yu turned on the gas stove to boil water, "Should I pour it in directly, or defrost it in the microwave first?"

"It's fine to cook it directly. When you put it in slowly, don't be splashed by the boiling water... Hey, you have to wait for the water to boil before putting it in the pot. Okay, those few can be used as cannon fodder, don't need to take them out... Use a colander Push it around or it will stick to the pan, the colander is in the second drawer...don't cover it! The fire can be turned down a little..."

Yi Chengfeng deeply felt the sense of powerlessness beyond his reach, and commanded him to cook quick-frozen dumplings from a remote location, which almost consumed his hearty breakfast.

"Let me take a look again, be careful not to drop your phone into the pot... It's ok, turn off the fire first and then fish... Have you cooked all sixty? Eat for a day?"

Yan Yu carefully scooped up the dumplings into a shallow porcelain plate, "There's only so much in one package, it's not a serving for one person at all."

"It's not instant noodles. One pack can be divided into several pots, right? It's okay, you can throw it away if you can't finish it, don't eat leftovers."

"How dare you call quick-frozen dumplings instant food?" Yan Yu was scalded when carrying the plate, and quickly withdrew his hand, "It's very troublesome to cook, and it's far worse than instant noodles."

He simply poked his phone on the kitchen counter, took a pair of chopsticks and directly ate dumplings live on the counter in the kitchen.

"Honey, this is much more convenient than mixing dough with minced meat..."

The picture on Yi Chengfeng's side suddenly flickered, and then a familiar face came into the camera.

Su Yile grinned, showing eight teeth, and waved her hand, "Happy Chinese New Year, Brother Yan Yu, thank you for your new phone, it's super awesome to play with and eat chicken! I'm going to do a voluntary publicity for your brand in Meichuan, 'Old Godfather's Home Cooking'" ambassador--"

"Okay, go away and play!"

Yi Chengfeng patted Ambassador Su's head away with his paw, "Aren't you going to the company today? When are you going to your mother's?"

His mother is now enjoying the comfortable dry season tropical rainforest climate on the small islands in the western Pacific Ocean, which is only one-eighth the size of Meichuan.

Yan Yu puffed up his cheeks and chewed off half a dumpling, "The company is on holiday, you can go anytime, let's eat."

"That's right, you should go there early, there are still people taking care of you to eat and drink." It is said that Yan Yu bought so many gifts for his parents, he should also symbolically express his heart to Zhuang Meichan, but after much deliberation, Yi Chengfeng decided It's better not to be hypocritical with him, after all, he really can't express his feelings for Aunt Zhuang, and it's even more unnecessary to use her son's hand to send false affection.

"Xiaoyan, remember to wear a down jacket when you go out. You already have a family. Don't patronize the smug beauty. I bought a new blanket for the little witch. Don't give it to her if you cover it!"

"Okay, I see." Yan Yu responded with a good temper, and ate fifteen dumplings under his supervision.

"Great wind!" Aunt Su's high-pitched and clear voice pierced through the door and shattered the screen, startling the calm Boss Yan even across mountains and rivers. "Come here and have a look, what do you do with this rambutan-like thing you bought?"

"Rambutan?" Yi Chengfeng looked at Yan Yu in a daze.

"It should be those Alaskan king crabs, right?" Yan Yu raised his hand nervously to cover the camera, "I don't know how to do it, don't you have a chef in your family? Brother Feng, goodbye——"

"..."

Hanging up too fast, such a beautiful daughter-in-law is also afraid of seeing her in-laws.

***

Although no one really accompanied him for the New Year, Yan Yu's plan to go out on New Year's Eve was not fake. He planned to visit his father in Xilan Bay.

The last time he went on a blind date because he met Yi Chengfeng, he found that it was not that difficult to face his father again. After all, his father would not object to anything he said now.

The father and son who are lonely in the two worlds, what is the gap that cannot be let go?

Most of the people in Liancheng came from outside, but it was deserted and smooth during the New Year. Yan Yu arrived at the cemetery in less than an hour by himself.

There were very few people visiting the grave on New Year's Eve, and he was the only visitor in the reception area, and the formalities were completed quickly.Yan Yu chose a bouquet of perfumed lilies at the flower shop in front of the door, and the staff who always wore a mournful and submissive expression smiled restrainedly, and silently sent him up the mountain like last time.

Turning from the barrier-free ramp to the straight and straight road, Yan Yu saw a thin figure hanging in front of his father's grave from a distance, waves of pine waves rolling past silently, and the silver hair on his head fluttering in the wind.

Probably this New Year, Yan Xiao is the least lonely among the rest in the mountains.

Kang Jing turned his head when he heard the sound of footsteps, his eyes behind the lenses gleamed with joy, and then the temperature cooled down a little bit as if blown away by the mountain wind, his body turned an angle, and looked over with restraint and anticipation.

He was sixty years old, and although his figure was still slender and straight, his face was etched by the ruthless years, and his temples were dyed with frost.

A bouquet of fiery red Corolla roses is placed on the base of the white marble tomb, which is the only bright color in the winter cemetery. The trembling petals in the wind are like the throbbing pulse in the blood vessels, and like the indestructible heartbeat. flames.

Next to the bouquet was a chocolate lava cake on a Royal Doulton gold-rimmed fine china plate, with a scoop of vanilla ice cream pressed against a silver spoon.

This is a dessert that Yan Xiao liked to order very much when he was alive. Yan Yu remembered that he didn't like the sweetness of cakes when he was young, so his father used a small spoon to scoop out chocolate sauce and poured it on the ice cream for him to eat. The taste of sea salt, the smoothness and sweetness after many years gradually fades with time, only the saltiness is deposited in the memory.

Yan Yu leaned over and put his bouquet of lilies on the steps below, deliberately keeping a distance from the red rose.

"Little Feather."

"Boss Kang."

After 12 years, the two appeared together in front of Yan Xiao's tomb again. The past is still heavy in their hearts, so heavy that people can't even think of shaking it.

The relationship between them is no longer simply defined by love and hatred, but a matter of life and death, of survival.

The staff retreated to one side, and stood on both sides of Yong Road with Kang Jing's driver at a distance.

Yan Yu put the lily away, turned the wheelchair and retreated a certain distance. In his heart, his father's position was roughly the same. The closest person was not him, but Kang Jing.

Regarding their previous relationship, perhaps there is no one in the world who is more contradictory than Yan Yu. After the extreme disgust, there is understanding and forgiveness like moths and ants for more than ten years.

Is there anyone who understands the feeling of waiting without hope better than him?

Yi Chengfeng was finally what he had been waiting for, looking forward to it, but his father would never come back. What Kang Jing was waiting for was someone who would never return, what he was waiting for was a despair, a hundred years of loneliness, until death.

He couldn't let go of his generosity, but he was also full of hatred.

He called Mr. Kang, who was very alienated and sarcastic, and Kang Jing's face visibly froze, and then he took off his glasses and pinched the space between his brows.

The two of them were active in the most core capital and industrial circles of Liancheng. This side was not the only one in the past five years, but they were both very low-key in nature, and they had to meet occasionally. As a junior, Yan Yu would still call him "" Mr. Kang".

No matter what the occasion, Kang Jing would call him "Xiaoyu" like a child.

"Qiancheng's press conference is wonderful, and the exoskeleton project is also amazing, Xiao Yu, your father will be proud of you."

Kang Jing stepped forward and put the lily back next to the tombstone, "I know that Qiancheng is still supporting your project so far, and even postponed the listing plan. Although you rejected the financing from Rian Fund three years ago, But I'm willing to cooperate anytime if needed."

"This is a very expensive project. Based on what I know about Mr. Wei, he should not persist for too long. It is very likely that he will find the balance point between the concept and benefits within a year or two and stop it. Then he will go to Nasdaq or Hong Kong. After listing on the stock exchange, he continued to sell his sweeping robot and smart rice cooker. After that, neither Wall Street nor investors in the Central Financial Center may trust and be optimistic about your project like Rian Fund.”

"Do you trust and be optimistic about my project, or do you feel that there is a sum of money that should be surnamed Yan, and you don't feel at ease in your own hands and want to send it back and burn it for me?"

Yan Yu suddenly turned his eyes to look at Kang Jing, his playful expression was somewhat similar to Zhuang Meichan's, although he knew very well that every sentence of Kang Jing's analysis was reasonable, but just like a rebellious child, he insisted on going against the adults .

"You can take what he left for you. Donate it to any orphaned and disabled children or take it to the grave. It's your freedom. I, a person who shouldn't exist, what do I need so much money to buy a pair of walking Legs?"

"You can buy it if you continue to work on your project." Kang Jing resolutely met the young man's whipping gaze, his tone was patient and persistent, but the hand hanging by his side was trembling, "It's not that there is a sum of money surnamed Yan, but Ri'an The entire fund is surnamed Yan. It was named Yan when it had a registered capital of 700 million, and it still has the surname Yan when it has a market value of 74 billion U.S. dollars. As long as I am the largest shareholder of Rian, it will always be named Yan.”

Yan Yu raised his hand to stop him from continuing, "Mr. Kang, I don't think my father wants to hear us discuss business in front of him during Chinese New Year."

He admitted that Kang Jing's talent and ability had doubled the inheritance left to him by his father in a short period of ten years. Such a person was willing to work as an assistant under his father for more than twenty years. He also successfully helped him bring down Meichuan's factory, which is indeed amazing.

Kang Jing moved his frozen feet, "I know I'm not worthy to talk about feelings with you, so let's talk about money directly."

"I am not short of money, and happiness has nothing to do with money. I think you understood this truth very early on."

"That's right, but your ideal lacks money. I just want to help you realize it, and I trust you unconditionally, just like I trusted your father back then."

"So he messed up some old production lines in Meichuan to process those scraps of copper and iron, and you just stood aside to help manage the accounts, and figured out if you can still pay the workers' full wages next month?"

Kang Jing glanced awkwardly at the small photo of Yan Xiao on the tombstone, turned his head and said in a low voice, "You should be glad that he is not really standing in front of you now, otherwise that Royal Doulton porcelain plate might have flown to your door face."

Yan Yu: "..."

"What's wrong with ending here early and returning to Liancheng? You can't even have an authentic French meal here. Your grandfather just wanted to exile him for a period of time as punishment, which caused us to give the city expressway and the oil company a job in those two years. I don’t know how much contribution, but also ran away two Cayenne.”

Yan Yu: "..."

Kang Jing rubbed his hands together and brought them to his lips, "Xiao Yu, it's really too cold here, why don't we go down the mountain and find a place to sit down and talk slowly."

"No need."

As expected, New Year's Eve is not suitable for grave-sweeping, Yan Yu signaled the staff to take him down the mountain, "Goodbye, Mr. Kang."

Staring at Yan Yu's receding back, Kang Jing hooked his fingers at the driver, "You immediately go down the mountain by the shortcut, make sure to get ahead of them, and think of any way...to break the car."

driver:"……"

Gusts of mountain wind murmured, Wanqing Lin Tao whispered, Kang Jing knelt down in front of Yan Xiao's tombstone alone, and kissed the forehead of the tombstone lightly.

"Ah Xiao, don't worry, I will help you coax him well, and I won't let him celebrate the new year alone... You have to go down quickly, or you won't be able to catch up with your son's car... I will come to see you on the fifteenth day, and I will bring you glutinous rice balls, French style of……"

***

Half an hour later, Yan Yu drove the Land Rover out of the parking lot of the cemetery, sitting behind him was Mr. Kang who had successfully touched the porcelain.

"I'm sorry, I have to trouble you to drive me back when it's Chinese New Year's Eve. Why don't I treat you to lunch to express my thanks at this time?"

"Don't refuse me in a hurry. I know Mr. Jiang and the others are not in Liancheng. Why don't we all try to celebrate the new year in a different way, and treat it as an empty nest old man with me."

"Eating too much New Year's Eve dinner is unhealthy. For people like us with weak digestion, it may be better to move to lunch to celebrate."

"Do you like Chinese food or Western food? I hope you don't like those celery and carrot soup boiled in tomato sauce like your father... and foie gras, just thinking about it makes me want to throw up... I baked that cake in the morning At that time, I felt that my cholesterol and blood sugar had been rising..."

"Actually, I used to hug you when you were young. You spoke very late, and you could only call me Dad when you were two years old... As long as you were wearing formal clothes, you often couldn't tell me from Boss Yan, and you called everyone... once And peed in my suit pocket..."

Yan Yu's eyebrows twitched wildly, and he squeezed the accelerator tightly to speed up the car to [-] kilometers per hour.

"Lunch, let me treat you, what do you want to eat? By the way, you fasten your seat belt—"

The author has something to say:

Ah Xiao,

Today my son had dinner with me, and we ate for an entire hour, one hour, huh, huh, I can't hold it anymore, so I'll just drink tea tonight.

Do you still remember the magenta seal that you took me to take on my 40th birthday? After you left, I soaked it twice a year, my birthday and your birthday. Today is so happy, let’s add it once. I probably won't be able to finish the drink before I see you anyway.

I just told you half of what I said in the morning, and I can’t remember where I said it. In short, my son is very hardworking and capable. If you are still alive, I think you can rest assured that you can retire now. You also said that you will accompany me when you retire. Traveling around the world, A Xiao, you are not good at this. When you are busy, you like to let others go and make me wait.

Remember when you were in school?You took Sunday as Monday, and went to the lecture theater to read and saw no one came to class at noon, which caused me to wait for you at the cafeteria door with a full set of camping equipment on my back for more than four hours. I was so angry that I never wanted to talk to you again You, in the end, you were easily dismissed by an ice cream cone...

Ah Xiao, your son really looks like you. When I meet him face to face, I always have the illusion of going back in time.

This year's capital and financial markets are somewhat turbulent, and the fund may have lost a little money, but don't worry, I can still afford roses.

My son doesn't want me to invest in his project, and I can't say too much. Children are rebellious, so let's be patient.

If it doesn't work, I can only give it to him after the will takes effect on the day I go to see you.

You were too harsh on him back then, how could you leave only one house and not allow him to realize such shabby status before the age of 30...

Hey, thinking about my son getting up early and working late every day, and having to pay off the mortgage, I feel ashamed of him as an elder.

I'm really worried that in his eyes, those billions are no match for a hug from you, but even if he resells and donates it, it's my heart... My son said he also bought more than 200 million Ri'an Yueyue Ying, it can be regarded as trust in our fund, anyway, I think it is...but he only has 200 million to buy funds to earn pocket money, hey...

By the way, my son also asked me why I haven't changed the car for so many years, otherwise it wouldn't break down suddenly.

Hehe, I didn't dare to say that I actually changed it, but it was the same brand and color, and he couldn't remember what the old model looked like, only that the last time I brought him to see you was also a brown Cayenne.I think he might have forgiven me a little bit, and instead of staring at the empty plate when he said this, he looked at me for a few seconds.

My son also gave me a business card of a car repair shop called Yifeng, he still cares about me, right?After all, President Xiaoyan of Qiancheng rarely even sends out his business card...

Time flies so fast, he is 29 during Chinese New Year, and I am a little worried that I don’t have a partner by my side... Let’s talk about him tactfully when we get to know each other better.I have to think about how to tell him so that I don't quarrel. Nowadays, children are bothered by their parents.

A Xiao, day 5318, I miss you very much.

Let's go, let's go outside to watch this year's fireworks...