"Dad, look at what you’re saying. Things will definitely get better and better in the future!"
Yuan Yindi couldn’t stand seeing her father being so pessimistic.
Old Yuan glanced at his youngest son without responding.
How could this brat possibly understand what’s on his mind?
Yuan Bao, sitting nearby, somewhat understood her grandfather’s thoughts.
After the family split, each became their own household, and that was fine.
The key is that with the distance, the relationships gradually fade.
But Old Yuan couldn’t voice these thoughts, nor would it be proper to say them.
"Dad, since we’re moving after the New Year, shouldn’t we start preparing the New Year’s goods?"
Yuan Yindi wasn’t as sentimental as his father; right now, he was full of vigor.
Old Yuan didn’t seem particularly enthusiastic.
Seeing his father’s demeanor, Yuan Yindi scratched his head and said, "Dad, if you don’t want to go to the city, then we won’t go. It’s fine!"
Hearing her uncle’s words, Yuan Bao covered her eyes, unable to bear watching her uncle’s display of low emotional intelligence.
Old Yuan gave his youngest son a stern look and said, "If you can’t speak properly, then don’t speak."
Yuan Yindi felt wronged.
He was clearly being considerate of his father’s feelings, so why was he told he couldn’t speak properly?
"This old man is getting harder to please!"
Yuan Yindi muttered in his heart, but he knew never to say it aloud, or he’d be lectured by his father.
As night got deeper, it suddenly began to snow.
At first, it was just some frost-formed snowflakes, but soon, they turned into large, fluffy snow, falling silently.
The snow fell noiselessly, only the wind could be heard.
Yuan Bao lay on the warm kang, covered with a thick quilt, listening to the howling wind outside.
At this moment, she felt very peaceful.
Her eyelids grew heavier, as if she would fall asleep any moment. Updates are released by novel★fire.net
Unfortunately, things don’t always go as you wish.
Just as Yuan Bao was about to drift into slumber, their courtyard gate was pounded loudly.
The boisterous voices were even louder than the knocking, unmistakably from Yuan Wangdi and Yuan Laidi.
Old Yuan, who had already gone to bed, sat up immediately upon hearing the commotion.
Then Yuan Bao witnessed what it means to withstand the cold!
Her elderly grandfather rushed out wearing just his inner attire.
"At least put on some clothes!"
Mrs. Zeng saw her husband so eager and only realized to shout after he left the room.
But by the time Mrs. Zeng called out, Old Yuan had already opened the courtyard gate.
"Good, good, it’s good you’re back!"
Seeing his sons braving the wind and snow to return, Old Yuan couldn’t be happier.
His earlier melancholy was now replaced with great comfort.
It’s New Year; a time for the family to be together.
Though one grandson was still missing, under special circumstances, special considerations were made.
"Dad, why are you wearing so little? Hurry, let’s get inside!"
Yuan Laidi was the first to notice his father’s thin attire and quickly pulled him into the house.
Once Yuan Wangdi and Yuan Laidi returned inside with Old Yuan, the Song Family, Mrs. Peng, Yuan Pandi, and Yuan Zhaodi had all dressed and gathered in the main room.