It's hard to tease a gold master

During the New Year's Eve, there was a rare heavy snowfall.Everywhere you look is covered in silver, with snow covering the vegetation belts on both sides of the asphalt road, and a layer of snow more than one meter high on the vehicles staying overnight on the roadside, leaving only the high windshield wiper blades. Standing upright, like two black antennae.

A few days ago, a Blizzard notice was issued, and many shops on the street were closed. The Yi family, who originally had a holiday until the 28th, rarely raised the annual leave.Because of this, Mr. Yi spends more time at home—unfortunately, only An An is at home, and the big baby is still filming outside.

Because of this matter, Mr. Yi had a bad face. Once when An Fang had a video with Yi Huai, Wang Zhao passed by and was glanced at by Mr. Yi. He was so worried that he couldn't eat for several days.But there is no way, even though An Fang is the leading role, he has to follow the progress of the crew. This is the artist's artistic virtue, it is impossible to say that he wants to go home, his wife and children are hot on the bed and go back directly.

Everyone in the crew wanted to go back, and everyone had to endure it.

Wang Zhao felt as if he had swallowed Coptis chinensis, and was afraid that Yi Huai would put him in small shoes.

"Big baby, be good at home, don't think about coming to visit the class, the conditions here are too bad." An Fang's lips were slightly raised, and his voice was lazy, with a hint of teasing.The peach blossom eyes are very bright, which proves that these words are not just ridicule.

Yi Huai lowered his head and glanced at his son who was leaning on his arm in his arms, sleeping soundly with his little butt pouted, and then took the coat and covered him, and then calmly asked the man in the video: "What are you going to do?" When will you be back?"

"Well, the 28th."

Yi Huai didn't say anything: "Put on more clothes, don't catch a cold."

An Fang smiled and said something, but unfortunately the signal is not good, the voice is rustling, and it is hard to hear.The assistant ran over and told him to go filming, An Nian stuffed his phone back into his pocket, brushed a layer of fine ice on his hair, and followed.

The filming location is in Baichuan Township.Just like its name, this place is an out-and-out poor village. After filming the morning scene, the dining car also came.The production team discussed with the village head and invited more than [-] cooks to cook for them. The cooks are good at their skills, but there is a shortage of supplies in this place, so there is really nothing good to eat.

The crew, large and small, were all eating boxed lunches sitting or standing. Wang Zhao accompanied him this time, and also brought a Xixi, and several people sat aside at will.

A few people were talking and laughing, and it was unknown who exhaled: "It's almost Chinese New Year."

The surrounding gradually quieted down.

The snow is white and the snow is clear. Baichuan Township is cold and frozen. Looking at the narrow path, everyone suddenly fell silent.

The director finished chewing the last bite of white radish, and threw the lunch box into the cardboard box used for garbage.

"The staff are all ready, let's shoot quickly, and go home to celebrate the New Year after filming."

An Fang turned his head and glanced at the dim sky again, tidied up, and devoted himself more attentively to the shooting.

——Longhua

I don't know why the phone call woke up the little man in his arms. As soon as the phone hung up, An An woke up leisurely. She didn't see her familiar father, so she burst into tears. The whole person was hugged in his arms and coaxed softly.

Mr. Yi is feared in the mall, but he is a child slave at home, and he never even has a strict voice.

An'an was still sobbing, yelling to let it go.

"Hey, Dad will be back in two days."

"Let go of Ding Dong with Fang Fang!" An An wrinkled her little nose, her nose shrinking and shrinking, as pitiful as she could be, clamoring to start the video with An Fang.

Yi Huai glanced at the phone that had just been hung up, pushed the phone away calmly, hugged him with another hand, and walked out of the study, "Dad is working now."

An An was relentless, crying loudly, Mr. Yi could handle everything with ease, but this child, he held it in his palm and was afraid of falling and melting in his mouth, so he really didn't know what to do.Moreover, An Fang went out for nearly a month this time, and he couldn't bear it, let alone a clingy child.

Amidst the murmurs and cries, the doorbell rang, and the father and son froze at the same time. The big and small faces that were somewhat similar turned their gazes to the closed door at the same time.

An An hiccupped and grabbed his father's collar expectantly: "Hic, let it go, put it back."

Yi Huai hugged her son a little higher, not letting him slide down, An An sensiblely touched her little face, wiping away all the pitiful tears.

Yi Huai went to the monitor and glanced at it, frowned, then turned to An An and said, "Auntie and grandma are here. Be good."

An An's expectant little face suddenly collapsed, as cute as it could be.

As soon as the door was opened, Yi Shan came up enthusiastically: "Brother! An'an!"

Yi Shan was full of joy, took out a big red envelope from her bag, and stuffed it into An An's arms: "Come, give my family An An's new year's bag."

Yi Huai let An An focus on the red envelope, covered An An's head with one hand, sat on the sofa, and looked at the visitor calmly.

"Brother, where's Brother Fang?"

"Still filming outside."

Mrs. Yi was behind Yi Shan and didn't say much.After Liang Penghui did those things, the relationship between Liang Miaozhi and Yi Huai became a little more awkward. Although Yi Huai didn't care about her, Liang Penghui was her younger brother anyway. Failed some.

"It's hard work, when will Brother Fang come back?"

"These two days."

Yi Shan nodded, and didn't know what to say. She looked back at her mother, coughed, and asked with a smile, "Brother, are you coming back for the Chinese New Year?"

Yi Huai lowered his head, and An An in his arms was playing with his fingers, and sat on his lap with his calves split. After playing for a while, he seemed a bit bored, crawling around with his little butt pouted. Although the sofa was big, the child was messy. Soon, Yi Huai had to divide his mind to protect him.It seems that she didn't hear Yi Shan's words.

Yi Shan was a little embarrassed when she didn't hear the answer. Ever since Yi Huai and the Yi family broke up because of An Fang's coma, the relationship between Yi's father and son has completely fallen into the abyss. Although Mrs. Yi intends to mediate, this conflict is not just a day or two As for the matter, if Yi Wei doesn't admit to An Fang, Yi Huai won't take An Fang back for a day.

Mrs. Yi bowed her head deeply, sweeping the warm house, she finally felt less sad, shook her head, and said with a kind smile: "If you want to go back, please let me know first."

He took out three more red envelopes from the bag and put them on the table. He moved a little cautiously, retracted his hands and put them by his side: "Happy New Year, your new year's envelopes."

"Thank you, auntie, you are happy too." Yi Huai picked An An up from the sofa. In front of outsiders, An An was sensible and never lost her temper. Yi Huai poked An An's little cheek, "Tell grandma, aunt Thanks."

"Thank you grandma, thank you aunt. Grandma, aunt, Happy New Year." An An's milky voice and dark eyes melted the hearts of the two women who were full of motherly love, and the two nervous and stiff people also Finally relaxed.

In the early morning, the long street was dark and deserted.

White snowflakes piled up on the ground. Because of the crazy landing in one night, there was already a layer of snow on the ground that was neither thick nor thin. The man was wearing a short black down jacket, wearing a mask, and a fur-collared hat covered most of his face. The howling cold wind could still blow on his pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, making it difficult to open them.

It's freezing cold, there is snow on the road here, and because it's a slope, it's hard to get up by car, so we can only walk.

There was already a layer of snow on the black Martin boots, and the toes were sore from the cold, but the pace did not slow down.

Finally, the outline of Longhua Community gradually appeared in front of my eyes.

He stepped into the elevator, heaved a sigh of relief, leaned on the elevator, his eyes were exposed, and there was a layer of bruises under his eyes, which proved that he hadn't rested well.

It takes eight hours to walk from Baichuan Township to City B. After filming the filming, I rushed towards this direction non-stop. The road was difficult and I didn't close my eyes all night.

But when he gently opened the door and saw a small light in the room, all fatigue was gone. On his beautiful face, the corners of his mouth slightly raised a happy arc.

Yi Huai usually closes the door when he sleeps, twists the doorknob and walks in. The big bed is arched, the man's eyes are closed, his handsome face is not less colorful in the dark.

Those peach blossom eyes suddenly softened.

He just took a step, and the person on the bed opened his eyes vigilantly, sat up from the bed, and immediately paused, Yi Huai's dark eyes changed from vigilant to dazed, frowned, and murmured in a low voice: "Are you dreaming?"

The childish behavior made An Fang burst out laughing, his pupils reflected the man's face.He threw the gloves on the ground, his fingers were cold, he took two quick steps, put his hands on Yi Huai's warm face without any mercy, wrapped his face around his neck, hugged his head and kissed his lips.

The most direct contact with the body made Yi Huai understand that all this was not a dream, An Fang kissed domineeringly, and Yi Huai held his waist with one hand.

"I'm back, baby."

The corners of Yi Huai's mouth lightly lifted, and An Fang leaned his head on his shoulder wearily: "I'm so tired."

"Why did you come back so late?"

"Because I miss you."

In the darkness, Yi Huai laughed lowly, the ice on the tips of his hair had already turned into water, and dripped down Yi Huai's pajamas onto his neck, making it uncomfortable, but he didn't even dodge.

"Miss you." An Fang hugged his neck and kissed him gently.

"What about An An?"

Yi Huai pushed him, An An rubbed her small eyes, her eyes were dark and dark, she stared blankly at her father, her eyes were a little confused: "Fang Fang, why do you want to eat big daddy's mouth?"

Rao was always shameless, and An was a little embarrassed when his son asked these words.

Seeing that he was rarely speechless, Yi Huai gently patted An Fang's head: "I want to rest now, should I take a bath first?" "Sleepy." An Fang acted like a baby.

Yi Huai didn't say anything. An Fang threw off his clothes and rolled onto the bed. His hands and feet were frozen, and he didn't dare to touch An An directly. He crouched like a small shrimp. In the middle of the night, let his cold feet stick to his warm calf, and hold his palm with his palm, while An An rolled into An Fang's arms, pulled the shirt on his chest and closed his eyes.

Yi Huai kissed the back of An Fang's neck: "Sleep."

In the dark, An Fang closed his eyes with a smile on his face. He felt cold at first, but now, both his chest and his back were warm. He had never been so warm before.

He turned his face away, Yi Huai closed his eyes, and he gently kissed Yi Huai's tall nose. "Happy New Year, my big baby."

Went to kiss An An who was sleeping in seconds again: "You are happy too, baby."

Yi Huai didn't respond, his lips were slightly raised, but the arms around An Fang's waist were tightened a bit.The father and son formed three overlapping semicircles, and regular breathing sounded in the room, light and shallow, and the spacious room was as warm as spring at this moment.

It seemed that something beautiful appeared in the dream, and the three people in their sleep had faint smiles on their faces, full of satisfaction.

Happy New Year, safe and sound all year round.