The beginning of a lie means that it will be completed with countless lies!
Yang Han felt it deeply today, and he also had a strange feeling. Even though he was just helping the child and hiding it from his mother, why did he feel as guilty as a thief, or even like a cheating man...
Isn't it just that a sunflower petal fell on the car?
Why do you feel so guilty?
"Petals? These may have fallen from the trees on the roadside with the car door open and fell into the car." Faced with her daughter's doubts, Yang Han reluctantly responded, "Just throw them away. Dad will open the window for you."
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He also operated the door on his side of the car and opened the window on his daughter's side.
"Isn't it bad to leave things in the car?" Yang Ruoyi hesitated.
"What does it matter? You didn't throw away some confetti. This flower was originally a gift from nature. If you lost it, it was run over by a car. How do you use that poem?" Yang Han was eloquent.
"Turn into mud and grind into dust?" Yang Ruoyi actually came up to him.
"Well, falling red is not a heartless thing. It falls into mud and is crushed into dust, but its fragrance remains the same!" Yang Han muttered.
"What, these are two poems, okay?" Yang Ruoyi threw the petals out, closed the car door, and said in a dumbfounded voice.
"That's what I mean..." Yang Han breathed a sigh of relief when his daughter didn't pursue the matter anymore.
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On the last weekend of her birthday, Yang Ruoyi and her friends met again at the "Weiwei" bakery. They each ordered a milk tea and some delicious pastries, and then chatted and made crafts together.
The main thing is to help Yang Ruoyi make a small picture album and small table for her birthday auction. Yang Ruoyi's own hand-painting work has been completed in advance. The only thing left to do is to "dress up" them beautifully.
Now "Weiwei" bakery has almost become a new base for them on weekends! In the past, they used to gather on the second floor of Yang Ruoyi's teahouse to play.
That's not to say that you can't go to the second floor of the teahouse now, and the environment inside is not bad, but after all, it's a place I've been used to since I was a kid, and I'm a bit tired of it.
Moreover, the old people in the village on the first floor of the teahouse are still playing mahjong lively. The sound insulation effect of the wooden floor is average, and the environment is definitely not as quiet and comfortable as a bakery.
Taking advantage of the fact that there was basically no one on the second floor of the bakery in the morning, Yang Ruoyi and the others would choose to play here.
"Let me tell you, my dad has been so weird lately!" Yang Ruoyi said to Tang Wenfei and Peng Xueyuan while busy with her work.
"What's weird?" Tang Wenfei asked doubtfully.
"Is there anything strange about Uncle Yang? I saw him in the morning." Peng Xueyuan answered casually.
"I can't put it into words, I just feel that it's a little weird in many aspects!" Yang Ruoyi shook her head.
"For example?" Peng Xueyuan was speechless.
These girls are just weird. They think randomly about nothing, and they are also called the sixth sense!
"For example... It seems that Feifei also knows? Are we on Wednesday and Thursday? My father delivered these two meals late? He said something was delayed. I felt very strange? Where did he get so many things?
Ah? Don’t you usually just sit around at home doing nothing?” If Yang Ruoyi thought about it carefully, she would really be able to find some clues.
"Isn't it? It feels strange that the food is delivered twice late?" Peng Xueyuan felt that he needed to stand up and say a word for Uncle Yang, who is also a gay man. "Although Uncle Yang usually has nothing to do, he seems to be quite leisurely.
Yes? But doesn’t he have a lot of business outside? He is also the boss of Yiyang Culture!”
"Don't look at these businesses. It seems that there are others who help him take care of them. But when things really happen and need to make decisions? Doesn't your father have to take action? How can someone else make the decision for him? Yiyi?
I think it’s wrong for you to think this way. Your father cares about you and allows you not to worry about so many business worries, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have worries!”
"There are no peaceful years, but there are people who carry the burden forward for us!" Peng Xueyuan has read too much documentary literature recently. He actually sat there and made an impassioned speech with excitement, and was moved to tears.
If Uncle Yang knew that he was defending him like this, he would definitely be very moved, right?
Yang Ruoyi and Tang Wenfei both looked at him with strange eyes.
"Okay, what you said makes sense. But isn't it because I was late these two times? I think my dad is weird. This is just part of it? A small part." Yang Ruoyi said helplessly. "There are many more situations?
It’s like eating breakfast in the morning. Didn’t I tell you that I rarely eat bread?”
"Yes, you said you prefer noodles, porridge, or other breakfasts." Tang Wenfei remembered that she nodded.
"Because my dad makes me breakfast every time. When I eat it at home, it's a hot breakfast. And I really like to eat noodles, such as egg noodles, braised noodles, fried noodles, all kinds of noodles.
I like eating it! Well, there is also noodles with scallion oil!" The girl was talking, her mouth was about to flow.
What was the reason that made her so greedy?
Yang Ruoyi swallowed her saliva and continued: "My dad didn't make breakfast for me this week. He just ate bread every day, in the car every day. I didn't like bread very much, but now I look at it, look at it
The bread downstairs is a bit greasy!"
In fact, it wasn't the whole week. It was fine in the past, but starting from Wednesday, she felt that her breakfast treatment took a turn for the worse...
"Maybe Uncle Yang is really busy..." Tang Wenfei comforted, "Yiyi, I don't think you should think too much. Your father will definitely make breakfast for you when he is finished. Look at him at night, no.
No matter how busy you are, will you bring us dinner?"
"That's right, that's right! But I feel strange. If I'm busy and go out to buy bread, how can I cook some noodles at home faster? It's so easy to cook noodles. I know how to do it. I boil the water, add the noodles, and then knock
Put an egg in..." Yang Ruoyi muttered.
In fact, it's not that she doesn't think the bread tastes good. Even if her father cooks vegetarian noodles, she can still eat them with gusto. In the final analysis, there is still a gap in treatment.
Although the girl has never noticed the changes in her father, she is a girl after all, and some of her feelings are innate!
"Buying bread, really, if I run out to buy bread so early in the morning, I might as well ask Peng Peng to bring me a bag here. The one in Sister Xue's shop is more delicious! Every morning I see my dad coming from
When I hurried back from outside, I always felt that he wasn’t going to buy bread!”
"What else could we do instead of buying bread?" Before Peng Xueyuan finished speaking, a "clang" came from the corridor.
Yang Ruoyi and the others looked back subconsciously, only to see the boss "Sister Xue" standing there in a somewhat embarrassed manner, with the prepared milk tea falling out of the plate she was carrying and flowing all over the floor.
"Sister Xue, are you okay?" Xiaohua, the clerk downstairs, hurried up.
Yang Ruoyi and the others also got up from their chairs worriedly and walked over to check: "Sister Xue, are you okay? Did you fall?"
"It's okay, it's okay, my foot slipped just now and knocked down your milk tea." Su Xuexuan waved her hands quickly, her face was so red that Yang Ruoyi and the others thought she was embarrassed.
"It's okay, the milk tea has been poured. Let's just buy another cup. Don't fall! It's too dangerous to fall on these stairs!" Yang Ruoyi helped her to the side and sat down, and looked at her calves with concern.