The landlord has multiple personalities and wants everyone to pay him.

In the blink of an eye, the calendar had turned to the day Ye Guoqiang came to Nancheng.

Ye Shu deliberately closed the shop today and gave Chen San San the day off.

These past few days, it's just the two of them working non-stop at the shop. Although Chen San San doesn't say it, Ye Shu can tell that she's genuinely exhausted.

She didn't get to eat much of the candy she'd been craving; she'd only been doing hard labor. It's time for her to rest; we shouldn't let the child get too tired.

This morning, before coming to the airport, while shaving in front of the mirror at home, Ye Shu looked at the person with dark circles under their eyes and wondered if she was being too soft-hearted.

Look at those big business owners who truly make a fortune in the market, which one of them doesn't treat women like men and men like forklifts? They wish they could split a person into eight pieces to use.

Then look at himself, he's always worried about overworking his employees.

Sigh, Ye Shu, it's no wonder you'll never make a fortune in this lifetime.

Although he was complaining to himself, that's just his personality, and he can't change it in this lifetime.

He arrived at the airport early but didn't dare go into the terminal to enjoy the air conditioning.

The hall was so crowded with people coming and going. What if my dad came out and didn't see me? I'd just miss him and then wander around aimlessly again.

He was squatting on that rather large granite pier in the square at the entrance, which was said to have been transported from Mount Tai, waiting there like a stone lion.

But the sun was really uncooperative today. It was cloudy the past two days, but today, when I went to work, the sunlight was incredibly strong.

Ye Shu held the plastic fan he had just picked up from the roadside, which was printed with the words "A men's health hospital helps you regain your masculinity," and held it above his head to block out the sunlight.

The person then asked, "Why don't you use a fan to cool yourself?"

It wasn't that Ye Shu didn't want to use the fan, but the workmanship was too shoddy. As soon as Ye Shu got it and used it once, the handle snapped and broke. It could only be used to block the sun.

And this is supposed to be a revival of its former glory...

Judging by the time, Dad's flight should be landing soon.

But as the time drew closer, Ye Shu's heart started pounding like a rabbit's.

The thought that my dad had come specifically for me to get my marriage certificate made me inexplicably nervous and a little shy.

Ye Shu, who has grown up so much, has never really felt embarrassed in front of his father.

The father and son rarely communicated, but they understood each other with just a glance or a single word.

After a while, it seemed that all her emotions were automatically blocked out in front of her father.

Heartbroken? I won't say.

Feeling wronged? Keep it to yourself.

Today, my face is a little flushed.

hot!

It's so hot!

Not only his old face was burned, but his buttocks were also burned.

Ye Shu stood up from the stone pier.

This big stone ball has been baking in the sun for half a day; you could probably fry an egg on it. If he sits on it any longer, he'll have to say goodbye to his delicate bottom.

This airport plaza is truly despicable; they don't even plant a single tree, so there's nowhere to find shade.

As far as the eye can see, all you see are these reflective stone surfaces.

Looking at the people around him baking in the sun, Ye Shu suddenly had a sense of déjà vu, like meat being grilled on a hot plate.

Of course, he himself was one of those slices of meat.

However, he is at least considered a tenderloin, since he is not fat.

But the guy next to him was a cut of pork belly, and it had to be the best of the best, with a perfect balance of fat and lean meat.

That guy has been standing here with him for ages, and judging by his posture, he looks like he's about to melt.

Sweat poured down his face, layer by layer, from his double chin, soaking the back of his blue T-shirt, which clung to his body.

Ye Shu didn't have a problem with fat people; she was simply stating the facts.

It's said that fat people are less resistant to heat than thin people because the sun exposes a larger area of ​​their body to the sun, but I don't know if that's true.

Just as Ye Shu was lost in thought, the guy next to her finally couldn't take it anymore and waved his hand at Ye Shu:

"Young man...please...give me your water, I...I'm about to die..."

Ye Shu quickly handed over her half-empty bottle of mineral water.

The fat man didn't care about cleanliness anymore. He tilted his head back and gulped down the half-full bottle of mineral water that Ye Shu had in one go, leaving a little bit to pour over his head.

He wiped his face and sighed at Ye Shu:

"This awful weather, it's so hot! I'm here to pick up my daughter, and she told me her flight is at this time, why isn't it out yet? If it doesn't come out soon, I'm going to die here. Young man, who are you here to pick up?"

Ye Shu looked at this older brother and found him quite interesting, so she chatted with him casually:

"I've come to pick up my dad."

The older brother looked at Ye Shu, took out his phone, and said:

"Here, I'll pay you for the water."

"No need, it's not worth that little bit of water."

Ye Shu refused. Firstly, he genuinely felt that someone who was only half-baked was unlikely to be so knowledgeable. Secondly, who knew if this was some kind of new type of scam?

However, that guy was a straightforward person. Seeing that Ye Shu said it wasn't necessary, he put his phone back in his pocket, glanced at Ye Shu from head to toe, and said:

"You need to pay more attention to your physique. Young people these days look thin, but they're actually quite weak. Look at my physique, so sturdy."

Ye Shu looked at the older brother shaking his flesh and thought to himself, "Brother, you almost passed out just now, who's weaker between us?"

However, he didn't say anything, after all, why waste so much breath talking to a stranger?

The two were chatting when people started coming out of the airport exit.

Ye Shu took two steps forward, squinting as he searched inside for his father.

He soon saw Ye Guoqiang walking out with big strides, still carrying that rather large travel bag.

Compared to his last visit to Nancheng, Ye Guoqiang's trip this time went very smoothly.

After getting off the plane, he walked out without even looking at the signs.

Ye Guoqiang is the kind of person who can remember routes. He can remember any route he has walked once, whether it is a main road or a field.

Once outside, he glanced around and saw Ye Shu holding a fan and looking in his direction.

Ye Guoqiang didn't say anything, and started walking in that direction.

Ye Shu was initially quite nervous, but once he actually saw his father, he stopped being nervous and instead calmed down.

He casually tossed the tattered fan, which had been used to revive his masculinity, into the nearby trash can and strode over to meet him.

"dad."

Ye Shu called out and took Ye Guoqiang's heavy-looking travel bag.

Ye Guoqiang didn't stand on ceremony and took the bag without hesitation, tugging at his collar and complaining somewhat:

"It's so hot here. I'm so glad I didn't listen to your grandma. She insisted I wear a leather jacket."

"Is it still that cold where we are?"

Ye Shu led his father along the road, asking questions as they went.

"You bet! It hailed a couple of days ago and destroyed someone's greenhouse. I don't know what's wrong with the weather these days; it gets weirder every year."

The two walked to the roadside, and Ye Shu took out his phone to hail a taxi.

Getting a taxi near the airport is quick; the car arrived in just a few minutes.

After stuffing the large backpack into the trunk, Ye Guoqiang and Ye Shu, father and son, climbed into the back seat.

As soon as he got into the car, Ye Shu almost cried out in pleasure.

The air conditioning is on too strong; it's getting a bit cold.

Although everyone says that the fluctuating temperatures can easily lead to colds, and who knows what will happen when it's windy or rainy, Ye Shu doesn't care about catching a cold right now. What matters most is having fun.

As the car started moving, Ye Guoqiang looked out at the tall buildings and said:

"It hasn't changed since the last time I came."

"Um."

Ye Shu looked at his father, who seemed even older than the last time he saw him, and said:

"When can we bring my grandma over for a visit? She's never been to the South before, has she?"

"Your grandma won't bring it."

Ye Guoqiang didn't even turn his head; he directly rejected the idea.

"Your grandma is too old to walk that far anymore, she can't handle the exertion."

"Now it's so fast to fly, it's only a few minutes. Get her a first-class cabin, spacious, and she can even lie down."

Ye Guoqiang didn't respond to that question. After a few seconds of silence, Ye Guoqiang turned to Ye Shu and asked:

"Are we going straight to your father-in-law's house?"