Chapter 839: Three Generations of One Family

Yang Lingyue didn't wear new clothes, but sat on the bed and made a phone call.

It was just a few tens of seconds before the door opened.

"What's wrong with you? Don't tell me you just came here to take a shower and change clothes."

Yang Lingyue didn't say anything, just waved.

Sister Xiaoli glared at him, walked over leisurely, and tied her hair up with a rubber band on her wrist as she walked.

"Don't tie it up, I like the feeling of my hair being loose."

This time it was Sister Xiaoli's turn to be silent, of course she couldn't speak.

Yang Lingyue supported the bed with both hands, leaned back and looked up at the chandelier on the ceiling, and let out a sigh of relief. Sister Xiaoli was still sensible and considerate.

"How did you know I was here?"

"Um... um... Sister Zhang told me in the past."

"Tsk tsk, you are just pretending to be powerful."

"Hmm, huh... the male owner is back."

Sister Xiaoli snorted, changed from looking up to looking down, and then started to mock.

Yang Lingyue looked at her singing like a liberated serf, guessing that she must be very proud at the moment, but it was good, providing some emotional value.

You can't say that if the east is not bright, the west will be bright, that would be too depressing.

They are all submarines, so it's OK as long as they are useful.

Well, "useful", "guan" is a noun, and "yong" is a preposition.

For example: You are really good at managing.

This is not a wrong sentence.

While thinking about it, I thought of a sentence: A body that can raise the moon must have carried countless sunsets.

After a while, Sister Xiaoli patted the dog man's shoulder.

This made Yang Lingyue a little dazed, because he was usually the one who did this action.

"Why are you standing there, I just finished my exercise."

Then Sister Xiaoli regretted it. This dog man was narrow-minded and deliberately wanted to retaliate. Fortunately, she was flexible and paid attention to stretching, otherwise she would have been broken.

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"Let's go."

Sister Xiaoli was very virtuous: "There is breakfast in the kitchen, go and have some."

Yang Lingyue put on the last coat and said: "There is no time."

Sister Xiaoli sat up and frowned: "Take some and eat on the way. How can you not have breakfast?"

"Okay, you take a rest."

"Yeah."

At 10:30 in the morning, Yang Lingyue returned to Longcheng. She did not go home directly, but went to Shuangta Temple Cemetery. She took Yu Li's car. Of course, Yu Li did not come. The two sisters were at home.

Today is the Cold Food Festival, and tomorrow is Qingming Festival. The weather is a bit gloomy and the air is a bit humid. Pregnant women are obviously not suitable to go out.

Yang Wenchang was sweeping the tomb alone, which made Yang Lingyue feel a little ashamed of his behavior in the morning.

I don't know what the grandfather of the older generation of revolutionary fighters would think if he knew his grandson's absurd behavior.

It is said that the ashes of Yang Lingyue's grandfather can be placed here, not because he is a martyr, nor because he is a vice-provincial level or above.

Since the 1990s, ordinary cadres can be placed in places other than the first room.

"Dad, why didn't my mom come?"

"She went to your grandma and grandpa's place with your uncle, don't stand there."

"Oh."

Yang Lingyue responded quickly, and took out the brush, gold powder and other tools from the handbag brought by his father, and began to gild the tombstone of his grandparents.

Looking at the photos of his grandpa and grandma, Yang Lingyue didn't have any memories, because they both died of illness when he was more than two years old, and they were all injured.

It's just that every time I worship, I have a strange feeling, mainly because three generations of a family are a family no matter who looks at it.

My father began to talk about the things that grandpa and grandma did in the past, which were so ordinary that they couldn't be more ordinary. In summary: the couple were good people.

Then he said that they can live such a good life now, all because good people get good rewards.

Yang Lingyue said: "If you had fought harder and passed the college entrance examination, we could have lived a better life."

Yang Wenchang was not angry, and sighed: "It was good to join the army at that time."

Seeing that Comrade Lao Yang was somewhat self-blaming, Yang Lingyue hurriedly comforted him: "Dad, it's good. If you had taken a different path, you might not have known my mother, and then I would not have been here."

"That's right."

The father and son chatted indifferently and completed a set of procedures.

On the way to the parking lot, they met many acquaintances, of course, they were acquaintances of Yang Wenchang, and there were some who looked like they were eating royal food.

They were so enthusiastic that they always had to talk to Yang Wenchang for a few words, but the topic always turned to Yang Lingyue who was smiling at the side.

"Yes, yes, yes"

"Yes, yes, yes"

After getting in the car, Yang Wenchang glanced at his son and said proudly: "The first thirty years of watching the father respect the son, and the last thirty years of watching the son respect the father, you and I have it all."

Faced with such a father, what can Yang Lingyue do? Of course, he was envious.

"It would be great if my son could be as successful as your son."

Faced with his son's words, Comrade Old Yang opened his mouth but closed it again, not knowing how to respond.

He started the car and drove out of the cemetery before asking, "Are you sure it's your son?"

"I checked, it's all."

Yang Wenchang's hands trembled, and finally it was not a single transmission...

"Can you stay a little longer this time?"

"Yes, I plan to take them back to Beijing after a while, and you and my mother can continue to have fun."

Yang Wenchang didn't say anything, just waiting for his son's explanation.

Sure enough, Yang Lingyue saw that his father didn't talk, so he explained, "There won't be so many things in the future, and I came back this time to sort out their business."

"Oh, then I'll talk to your mother."

"Please."

As they were talking, the father and son returned home and saw the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law preparing lunch together in the kitchen.

Yang Lingyue wondered: "My uncle and his family didn't come?"

Then this question did not get an answer, but two rolls of eyes and a smile.

Liu Qingna still explained: "He went to your aunt's place."

Then Yang Lingyue put down her backpack and went to the bathroom to wash her hands, and was hugged around the waist.

"Lingyue."

Yang Lingyue turned around.

"Well..."

Then a "tsk tsk tsk" sounded in her ears.

"Now you don't hug, you kiss instead."

Yang Lingyue said with a smile: "Come on, daughter-in-law, hug me."

Zeng Li was disgusted: "It's annoying, go change your clothes, you smell like fire."

Yu Li pursed her lips: "Go, I'll go serve the dishes."

After returning to her bedroom, Zeng Li was disgusted and said that she didn't want to eat Teacher Yu's saliva.

Yang Lingyue was surprised: "It's not like I haven't eaten before."

Then he was pinched, and Zeng Li blocked his mouth to prevent him from saying anything more than 18+.

Of course, Yu Li didn't come over and "tsk tsk tsk" this time.

But Zeng Li took the initiative to interrupt the spell.

"Reach your hand again, your clothes are wrinkled and your parents will laugh at you."

Yang Lingyue touched Zeng Li's belly, which was already a little curved.

"It should be 10 centimeters now."

Zeng Li smiled: "Well, 9.6."

Seeing her husband rubbing all the time, Zeng Li said: "Okay, it's time to go out."