After the cannon fodder father and daughter married into the family, the whole family regretted it

Fang Tong remained silent, feeling that his wife doted on the child more than he did.

Fang Nanzhi washed her hands and came over: "Mom, I'll make one for you and send it to Mr. Zheng."

Mr. Zheng must be even sadder now that his granddaughter has passed away.

"We shouldn't show favoritism. There's also Mr. Zhou's place," Fang Tong reminded.

Fang Nanzhi nodded seriously, took the dumpling wrapper, and stuffed the stuffing into it, imitating her mother's movements.

Too much stuffing to wrap? No problem, she'll just use her little hands to stretch the dumpling wrapper a little bigger.

Use too much force and break the skin?

It doesn’t matter, she just pinched it and it closed.

Fang Tong fell silent as he watched his daughter make five or six strangely shaped dumplings that broke when boiled.

He originally wanted to say, "Sir, you are already filial, don't forget your parents."

It seems better to forget it now.

"Mom, do you have any clean copper coins? I'll pack them in with you."

Qian Fengping glanced at her dumplings. Even though she didn't use any copper coins to cook them, at least they were noodle soup, which was edible.

Put it in...it's weird.

"No, you gentlemen are old, you can't wrap anything too hard, it will be bad for your teeth."

Fang Nanzhi thought so too.

Old Zhou's teeth are loose. The day before yesterday, he fought with her for a chicken leg, but after just two bites, the chicken leg got stuck in his teeth.

As soon as she cleaned it, a tooth fell out. Mr. Zhou was in a bad mood and assigned her a lot of homework.

"Ok."

Seeing that his daughter was still in low spirits, Fang Tong asked, "What's wrong? Are you unhappy about the New Year?"

Fang Nanzhi pouted: "Dad, do you think we can still celebrate the New Year with Uncle Er?"

"We haven't seen each other for several years, and we don't know when we'll go to the capital. If Second Uncle gets married in the future, we'll become two different families, and it will be even harder to celebrate the New Year together."

My brother is fine. He studies hard and he will come home eventually.

Fang Tong was stunned. He had never thought about this.

"Of course." Qian Fengping answered first.

"Look, even though I haven't been with my second brother in the past few years, we've exchanged letters during the New Year holidays. Didn't my second brother tell me about how the Liu Mansion celebrated the New Year, and we also wrote about what's going on here."

"It shows that no matter how far apart we are, as long as our hearts are together, we can always be reunited."

Fang Nanzhi looked at her with sparkling eyes: "Really, mother?"

She lowered her head again: "Families will be reunited, but what about friends?"

Mr. Zheng said that all good things must come to an end.

"Zhizhi, some relationships will indeed become distant due to distance, but some relationships don't need to meet every day to maintain." Qian Fengping thought for a while and said.

This tests the depth of feelings and fate.

Fang Nanzhi thought about it. She seldom returned to the village in the past few years since she was in the provincial capital. Although she and Chunhua, Xiaopang and the others were still friends when they met, they were less close.

And her other friend, Shi Junyan, sent her two letters every month after he returned to Beijing. She always replied, so she didn't feel like a stranger to Shi Junyan.

So whether a relationship can last depends on whether both parties are willing to maintain it, not just on distance?

She and Wanru always communicate, and their feelings will not change.

Fang Nanzhi suddenly understood.

Qian Fengping looked at her and said gently: "People with similar ideals, even if they are not on the same road, can always meet again at some intersection and walk together."

"Mom, what you said makes a lot of sense." Fang Nanzhi was full of admiration.

Fang Tong looked at his wife and daughter and felt very satisfied.

A girl still needs to be taught by her mother. There are some things that she cannot understand because she is too crude.

After the dumplings were wrapped, Qian Fengping took them away and Fang Tong started a fire.

The couple tacitly agreed to cook a separate pot of the noodles their daughter had made, and it turned out to be noodle soup.

Divide the noodle soup into two parts and put them in two food boxes. Then put them in as a plate of dumplings, and it will be ready for you to serve.

Fang Nanzhi was setting off fireworks in the yard alone. As soon as they were lit, colorful colors soared into the sky.

A tall and strong man with a cold face appeared at the gate of the yard.

Across the fireworks, Fang Nanzhi rubbed her eyes. It was amazing. Could you make a wish with fireworks now? She could even see her second uncle.

Fang Yin also saw the little girl, and the solemnity around him dropped. He grinned and said, "Zhizhi!"

The familiar voice made Fang Nanzhi's eyes widen instantly. She rushed over like a calf: "Second uncle!"

"Second uncle! You're back!"

Fang Yin subconsciously wanted to catch the person and let his niece sit on his shoulders like before, but he paused when he thought of something.

He simply hugged his niece's shoulders lightly: "Well! Happy New Year, Zhizhi!"

"Ahhh! Mom really didn't lie to me. We can celebrate the New Year together now! Uncle, I miss you so much!"

Fang Nanzhi was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, jumping and dancing with joy.

"I miss you too, my nephew, my third brother, and my third brother's wife!" Fang Yin's eyes were full of smiles.

During the first year after arriving in Beijing, he always wanted to come back and often cried secretly in his bed.

But he knew that it was not easy to come to Beijing, and he had to cherish it.

In the kitchen, Fang Tong heard his daughter yelling all over the yard and poked his head out: "Zhizhi, did you sneak some of my wine again? Are you drunk? You're talking nonsense!"

During the last Chinese New Year, the little girl and Qin Yan stayed up late at night and drank secretly together. They even fell into the cellar when they were drunk.

He went to rescue people in the middle of the night.

"Third brother!"

Fang Yin looked at him, still with a silly look, but with a more steady look in his eyes.

"Crack!"

All the firewood in Fang Tong's arms fell.

He rushed out in two steps, but tripped over the door sill and was about to fall.

Fang Yin flashed and hugged his brother firmly around the waist, and the two looked at each other affectionately.

"Oh my goodness."

Fang Nanzhi murmured subconsciously, "How did Second Uncle get there?" She didn't see it clearly at all.

Fang Tong found that after not seeing each other for a long time, he had to look up to his second brother.

In fact, Fang Yin has always been taller than him, but perhaps due to mental factors, he often hung his head like a well-behaved big dog.

But now he holds his head high and chest out, with an outstanding temperament, which makes people awe-inspiring just by looking at him.

"Second brother, let me go first. My waist hurts." Fang Tong pushed him with both hands.

Fang Yin finally let go and asked with concern, "Third brother, your waist isn't working well at your age? No wonder you and your sister-in-law haven't given me any nephews or nieces after being married for so long."

In the capital, his master had a friend who always had back pain. It was said that he had suffered from it before and went crazy immediately and could no longer touch a woman.

Fang Tong's face flushed red with anger. What are you talking about? What are you talking about? He was being strangled by his second brother. His grip was strong before, but now it was like a pair of iron pliers.

But after saying this, he seemed to seem even more weak.

"If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense." Fang Tong used the same posture he used to scare his second brother.

Fang Yin just glanced at him calmly: "How dare you talk to your brother, Tian Gang?"

Fang Tong's momentum was completely suppressed.

His second brother doesn't seem like his second brother anymore.

Or rather, he seemed like he really was my brother.

Qian Fengping came out after hearing the noise. When she saw him, tears welled up in her eyes and she said excitedly, "Brother is back! It's great to be back. Why didn't you write a letter in advance to let me know and have Tongzi pick you up at the city gate?"