Siheyuan: A warm home with wife and children

She's never done this job with such enthusiasm before.

With a gentle smile, Yingzi returned to her room, picked up a basin to fetch water, and planned to wash her face to feel more comfortable after Jianguo finished his work.

"Yingzi."

Hearing the call, she belatedly realized that Yang Jianguo had already put down the pen and paper in his hand.

"I'm done with work, my big boss."

Yingzi teased him, then stepped forward to examine him closely.

I haven't eaten for the past few days and have only been receiving IV fluids. I look haggard and thin.

But his overall condition is okay, thanks to his solid foundation.

“You know, work is work, but you also need to take care of your health. I’ve been telling you this for years, but you’ve never taken it to heart.”

Feeling guilty and ashamed, Yang Jianguo could only awkwardly force a smile; he dared not argue back.

Seeing his submissive demeanor, Yingzi's anger subsided. "I haven't told the children about your situation. The doctor said it's just overwork. I want to see what the situation is before making a decision."

“You did the right thing. Don’t trouble the children. They are all very busy with work, and it’s not easy for them to come back and forth.”

"But if your precious daughter finds out, she'll definitely blame me."

"It's alright, how could she possibly know!"

Just as Yang Jianguo was laughing, the door was violently pushed open, and Zhiyi, looking disheveled, haggard, and with red and swollen eyes, stood blankly at the door.

Looking at my parents holding hands, their eyes filled with tenderness and affection, I didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Chapter 886 The Iron and Steel Forged in the Northwest, Little Li Has Made It!

"Really, you didn't tell me about such a big thing, you were trying to keep it from us."

In the hospital room, Zhiyi sat on the edge of the bed peeling an apple, not forgetting to scold her mother.

Zhiyuan, who was as quiet as a wooden statue in the corner, didn't say a word, but his mountain-like composure made Yingzi feel even more pressured.

This child is starting to look more and more like an old man.

"I told your mother not to bother you."

"You're unconscious, how are you going to explain this?"

"I cannot explain this in advance."

The father and daughter started arguing after only a few words. Zhiyi looked at her father with a defiant expression, and her eyes welled up with tears as she looked at him with a stubborn look.

"It's my fault. You two, father and daughter, stop arguing. You're all grown up, why are you acting like children?"

Yingzi quickly took the blame upon herself, fearing that the father and daughter would quarrel at the hospital.

These two are both incredibly stubborn.

If you had to pick the family member who most resembles Jianguo, it would be his precious daughter.

Just like him, a stubborn mule.

"Mom, you really did something wrong."

The taciturn man in the corner finally spoke, but spoiling his daughter doesn't mean he'll spoil him too.

With a furrowed brow, Yingzi said bluntly, "What's wrong with that? If you care, you should come back to see your dad during the New Year. You've been gone for three or five years without seeing him. Now you're worried?"

Yang Zhiyuan: ...

Okay, he shouldn't have spoken. Just shut up!

Yang Zhiyuan was also helpless. He would like to come back often, but the problem was that he really couldn't leave.

Construction in the Northwest is in full swing, and manpower is needed everywhere.

As the chief engineer, he now heads four research and development groups, serves as a senior advisor to two research and development teams, and participates in daily administrative meetings to discuss and decide on the allocation of personnel and resources.

Let alone coming back to see his parents, he has to make time to even go back to his own little home.

"You think you're Superman?!"

When he started talking about his work, Zhiyi immediately retorted, "What, does the earth stop turning without you? Huh? You keep yourself so busy, how is Runye supposed to live?"

"Oh, so I married you, bore your children, just to live a life of widowhood? I might as well not have married at all; then I wouldn't have to serve such a large family."

"Where did this whole family come from?" Seeing that she was going too far, Yingzi gently patted her on the shoulder.

Zhiyi immediately snuggled into Yang Jianguo's arms, "Dad, look at my mom, she only favors my brother."

Yingzi: ...

Yang Zhiyuan: ...

This girl is becoming more and more like a child as she gets older.

"Alright, alright, it's good to be busy with work. The Western Development Strategy is a national policy and a major event concerning the future, so we can't be careless."

"Although the organization has been sending people, the conditions in the Northwest branch are harsh and the working environment is not good, so only a few people are willing to go. It is perfectly normal for one person to do the work of two people."

Your brother has this intention; you should be happy and proud of him. It's about putting what you've learned to good use!

"Tch." Zhiyi poked at the rice in her bowl with her spoon, muttering under her breath, "You guys are so great, you guys are so conscientious, you've done all the hard and tiring work."

Yang Jianguo pretended not to hear his daughter's nagging.

It has nothing to do with greatness, nor with enlightenment.

Rather, some things just need to be done by someone, and they simply did what they wanted to do.

And I feel gratified and pleased about it.

Looking up at his son in the corner, Zhiyuan also looked up. Their eyes met, and the two men understood each other's hearts.

That pure belief, and the unwavering commitment to striving without forgetting one's original aspirations.

At this moment, an unspoken understanding was reached.

The inheritance has already begun quietly.

Now that his son and daughter were back, Yang Jianguo refused to waste any more time at the hospital.

Out of caution, the doctor, who wanted to keep him under observation for two more days, had no choice but to issue him a discharge certificate.

We have to open it!

If the leader wants to leave, he can't just tie him up and lock him up.

Go ahead and open it, then you can work hard yourself and come home to stay for a couple of days.

Although the person is conscious and all indicators are normal.

It's better to be safe than sorry; this is a matter of life and death, so we can't be careless.

Besides, I'm willing to endure any hardship for the sake of Director Yang.

After everyone went downstairs, Yang Jianguo was about to hail a taxi when he saw Xiao Li running over from a distance. "Boss, you're all done."

"Xiao Li, why didn't you go back to rest!"

Yingzi looked at Yang Jianguo and shook her head, indicating that she didn't know what was going on either.

“I don’t have anything to do at home. Besides, I’m worried that you might need someone to run errands for you. I’m young and quick on my feet, so I can come in handy.”

"You're even more cunning than your father."

Yang Jianguo understood, pointed at him, laughed and cursed, and then let him get into the car.

His father was a very straightforward person; he said and did whatever he wanted without ever thinking twice.

He did learn to be a little more tactful in the future, but he's still far from being as cunning as that little rascal.

The doctor will be there by himself in a bit; the four of them fit perfectly in one car.

Back in the compound, Yingzi pushed open the door and went straight into the kitchen. Yang Jianguo also stopped Xiao Li, who was about to leave, saying, "Don't rush back. Eat here today and have a few drinks with Zhiyuan."

"This..." Xiao Li hesitated, unsure whether he should go in.

“My dad has already spoken.” Yang Zhiyuan said with a stern face, his serious expression like he was giving an order.

Xiao Li was a little apprehensive, but he gritted his teeth and followed her inside.

He had been to the compound countless times, and was sometimes invited to stay for meals, but he was always alone, either in the kitchen or a side room.

Being treated as a guest and seated at the table like this is truly a first for me.

"Boss, let me do it."

"Madam, I'll do it."

"Brother, let me do it."

"Sister, let me do it, let me do it..."

Since he sat down at the table, Xiao Li's bottom has never touched a bench.

He's always doing this and that, and he tries to take over whatever others are doing.

It wasn't until Yang Jianguo carried two plates into the house that Xiao Li excitedly ran to the kitchen to get the dishes.

"This Xiao Li is like a spinning top, so energetic," Zhiyi teased, arranging the scalded wine glasses and bowls neatly.

"You need to be in good health to do anything; physical strength is the most basic requirement."

Seeing that her older brother was very serious, as if he were reporting on his work, Zhiyi lost interest in continuing the conversation.

He was quite interesting when he was young, with many interests and a very active personality.

Now, he's like a piece of iron, completely uninteresting.

Little did they know, Zhiyuan also had his own unspeakable suffering.

Having lived in the Northwest for a long time and been busy with work all day, I've long forgotten what to say and what to say in daily conversations.

He transformed the sandstorms and biting winds of the Gobi Desert into an indomitable, unyielding steel.

Chapter 887 Shells Everywhere, Springtime All-in

Zhiyuan, hardened into an iron will, forgot how to communicate with the outside world.

Fortunately, he has family members who are willing to open their hearts to him and patiently accompany him as he reintegrates into normal society.

Even Yang Jianguo, unusually, did not mention work at the dinner table.

Instead, they talked about their two children when they were little, and the dinner table was filled with laughter and delightful conversation.

After a few drinks, Yang Zhiyuan gradually became a little drunk.

The previously sealed conversation gradually opened up as everyone chatted casually, and the witty and talkative young man seemed to have returned to their side.

I saw the older brother and Xiao Li with their arms around each other's shoulders, chatting about the customs and culture of Northwest China.

Zhiyi pursed her lips, but her eyes were full of laughter as she refilled their glasses.

"Xiao Li, let me tell you, a real man should prioritize his career. Romantic relationships should only be a spice in life. Don't fall into a trap of affection and get stuck."

As they chatted, Zhiyuan started rambling, then abruptly changed the subject: "Dad, when you have time, come visit us on the front lines and give us some guidance. Don't just stay in Beijing all the time; go down to the grassroots and see for yourself."

"They do the coolest and most tiring jobs, yet they're ignored and unloved, treated like stepchildren. Some people really deserve to die."

After taking the drunk Zhiyuan back to his room and letting Zhiyi rest as well, Yang Jianguo sat at the head of the room and lit a cigarette.

"What's wrong? Is your son upsetting you?"

He rarely smokes when he's at home and not working, and he's clearly preoccupied right now.

"Not really," Yang Jianguo said with a laugh. "The conditions in the Northwest are harsh, that's common knowledge, so what's there to worry about?"

"Then why are you still like this?" Yingzi pointed to the cigarette in his hand.

Yang Jianguo paused for a moment, then smiled wryly and wiped the cigarette out on the ground. "I forgot for a moment."

There are definitely worries, but not because of the hardships of the Northwest, but because of the impact of the current environment on people, and the confusion and disorientation caused by the lack of faith.

Behind the apparent prosperity lie countless empty shells wandering aimlessly.

But this is something no one can avoid.