Xiao Huanxi: I am Fang Yifan

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Fang Yifan returned home with the smell of sweat.

Tong Wenjie was still watching TV in the living room, and when she saw Fang Yifan open the door and come in, she hurriedly greeted him, and said with a concerned face:

“Fanfan, come back, are you hungry, your mother’s kitchen will give you warm porridge, you drink some and sleep.”

“…” Fang Yifan is very uncomfortable, so gentle, is it still Tong Wenjie?

When Tong Wenjie walked to Fang Yifan’s side, she saw her son covered in dirt and sweat, and she was suddenly distressed.

“Fanfan, what’s wrong, didn’t you go to the set to learn to choreographer-?”

“How did you get this done?”

Fang Yifan fought a cold war, he was really a little uncomfortable.

“It’s nothing, I’m familiar with how the set works.”

Fang Yifan put his schoolbag and piano box on the ground.

After carrying the guitar for two days, it is almost greasy, and it is usually not used, and it is heavy to death.

He plans not to take his guitar to school from tomorrow.

“I go to class during the day, train after school, and go to the set in the evening.”

“Can your body stand it?”

“It won’t be like this every day in the future, will it?”

Tong Wenjie took the bag and piano case and asked with worry in her eyes.

“I don’t know, let’s see how Old Wei arranges it.”

Fang Yifan washed his hands in the kitchen, filled the bowl of porridge, and drank it in large gulps.

In fact, he has already eaten a box lunch on the set, but today he is really tired, and he is still a little hungry when he comes back.

“Don’t shout old Wei and old Wei, this is ancient, you have to kowtow and call Master.”

“Respect is at ease, not to mention that Old Wei himself doesn’t care.”

Tong Wenjie looked at her gobbling son, she had hardly seen when her son had fought like this.

I will not shout tired and bitter with her, no complaints and no escape.

She looked distressed, but couldn’t say anything to make him give up.

Really let his son give up, will there be any time to fight in his future life?

“The road I chose myself, I will finish walking on my knees, there is a south wall blocking the road, and my head will break and bleed, and I will collapse and go on.” ”

Tong Wenjie suddenly remembered what her son Fang Yifan said to her a few days ago.

She only thought that her son was losing his temper, but now that she thinks about it, he obviously has enough awareness.

And, following his own wishes, he hobbled along this road.

It’s hard, but he’s willing to work hard.

“There are only wolves in the steppe, and only dogs in the cages!”

Tong Wenjie couldn’t help but think of this sentence.

She has raised a little milk dog for eighteen years, hoping for everyone, but she only hopes that he will become stronger and heroic, and can withstand the storm of the world alone.

But he never thought that he could transform into a wolf cub and become a wolf hunting in the grassland.

“When it’s time to let go, let go!”

Tong Wenjie sighed in her heart, it was she who forced Fang Yifan to grow, to mature, and to work hard to enter the university.

Now everything is going in a good direction, I don’t want my son to work so hard.

“Mom and your Aunt Song Qian have rented a house, and your dad will come over tomorrow.”

“Let’s try to live on the side of Shuxiang tomorrow evening.”

Tong Wenjie found that there was really not much she could do, and she could only help Fang Yifan within her own ability.

“Got it, thank you mom, I’m done eating, wash.”

“You also rest early, you don’t have to wait for me in the future, I’ll find something to eat from the refrigerator when I’m hungry.”

Fang Yifan pushed away the bowl and said to Tong Wenjie while going to the bedroom.

“Okay, mom got it.” Tong Wenjie watched her son return to the bedroom, and then took a change of clothes to the bathroom.

She washed the dishes and chopsticks a little out of her mind, returned to the bedroom, and looked at her husband Fang Yuan, who was also not asleep.

“What’s wrong daughter-in-law, what kind of expression do you have, Fang Yifan is angry with you again?”

Fang Yuan looked at the soulless Tong Wenjie in surprise and asked.

“No, Fang Yuan, I feel as if I have lost my son!”

Tong Wenjie looked at Fang Yuan blankly and said.

“What do you mean?” Fang Yuan was also dazed, and he didn’t understand at all.

“You say, if he can handle everything himself, why do you want me to do it?”

“I seem to be in his life, it doesn’t matter anymore.”

Tong Wenjie said stunnedly.

Fang Yuan rolled his eyes and sighed.

Women are so pretentious.

In the past, when I was disobedient, I was angry to death, and I was almost crazy.

Now that I understand things, I feel lost again.

Isn’t it sick!

Of course, it must not be said that he is not Fang Yifan, and he can work hard to die.

“What you said is purely because you think too much.”

“When the child is older, this is an inevitable process.”

“He is not like when you were a child, you have to worry about everything, let’s check the big things and support it.”

0 Ask for flowers…

“I think the child was right that day, it’s time to let go…”

Fang Yuan yawned and said that it was already past two o’clock in the morning, and he was sleepy.

When Tong Wenjie heard this, she was suddenly anxious, and her voice suddenly rose a lot, and she said urgently:

“Why should I let go, he is also my son when he is older…”

Looking at Fang Yuan’s surprised and helpless eyes, Tong Wenjie also felt that he overreacted, and his voice suddenly weakened a lot, and muttered:

“Even if you let go, you can’t let it all go, it’s not unknown how much he can cause you trouble!”

“It looks normal and sensible now, maybe tomorrow I will make a big moth for you.”

Fang Yuan sighed, lay down on the bed weakly, and echoed:

0………..

“Yes, yes, you are right, don’t let go, let’s not put it all.”

“I have to go to work tomorrow, so hurry up and sleep.”

“The children haven’t slept yet, what are you sleeping on?” Tong Wenjie glared at Fang Yuan.

“Wife, I’m in my forties, do you think I still have the same energy as a twenty-year-old guy?”

Fang Yuan sighed again.

“I’m not the same forty, I see you just don’t care about your son!”

“Fang Yuan, this year is the third Fan Gogh…”

Tong Wenjie feels that her husband really has some problems in terms of thinking.

Fang Yuan saw that his wife began to nag again, his face collapsed, and his eyes looked at the ceiling blankly.

This day, how sad!

……

After Fang Yifan finished washing, he returned to the bedroom and looked through WeChat as usual.

Sister Bai Yiyi sent him a peace of mind at one o’clock in the morning, and Fang Yifan also gave her a good message.

Qiao Yingzi and Huang Zhitao did not send him a message, but in the group of three, the two said a few words and @ him.

Ask him if the art test training school and major have been decided.

Forehead…… Fang Yifan remembered this, as if he really hadn’t told the two of them about the situation.

The main thing is not in the same class, and they can’t go to and from school together, so there are fewer opportunities to meet.

Fortunately, I can move to Shuxiang Yayuan tomorrow.

When Fang Yifan thought of this, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, he could give them a big surprise tomorrow…

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PS: Four more… After three o’clock in the morning, there are two more chapters, so hungry, the brain seems to have a decline in reaction, tomorrow I have to adjust my schedule, so something will happen… Enter…_

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