Going home for the Chinese New Year with a year-end bonus of 100 million

After comforting the elders in the house, Yang Fan turned and walked out of the main room.

He spotted the figure in the courtyard at a glance.

Yang Hao didn't go home; instead, he squatted under the old locust tree in the corner of the yard.

He just squatted there, like a silent stone statue.

The cigarette butt in his hand flickered in the darkness; a tiny, scarlet light was his only outlet for his emotions at that moment.

It was late at night, so cold you could see your breath coming out in white vapor, and he was only wearing a thin jacket.

Yang Fan walked over and squatted down beside him.

"Give me one."

Yang Hao paused for a moment, then took out a cigarette from his pocket, shook it out, and handed it to him.

Yang Fan took the cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag.

The acrid smoke choked his lungs; he wasn't used to it, but at that moment, it seemed to be the fastest way to bring the two of them closer.

"Haozi, is there something you're not telling me?"

Yang Fan exhaled a smoke ring, his voice steady.

"If you have any problems, just tell me, and I'll help you solve them."

"Brother, I'm really fine." Yang Hao's voice was a little hoarse, and he lowered his head even further. "It's just my own problem."

"I've already told you about this marriage; I don't want to get married."

He raised his head, his eyes showing a hint of vigilance and wariness.

"Brother, you're not here to pressure me too, are you?"

Yang Fan shook his head and smiled.

You're overthinking it.

"How many years have we played together since we were kids? When you got into fights as children, wasn't I always the one who stood in front of you to protect you?"

"Put your hands on your heart and think about it. When have I ever forced you?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Hao's guard relaxed slightly.

He did not refute it.

Because what Yang Fan said was the truth.

As a child, he was introverted and was often bullied by older children in the village.

It's always this second brother, even though he's not much older than him, who always protects him like a little adult.

As for Yang Lei, the cousin from my uncle's family, he has never treated them as family since they were young.

Therefore, his relationship with his second brother, Yang Fan, was the strongest.

"Haozi." Yang Fan took another drag of his cigarette, looking at the dark fields in the distance.

"If there's anything you need, just tell me."

"I won't force you like your third uncle and the others did."

"Whether it's a matter of money or people, I'll definitely help you solve it if I can."

Even if it can't be resolved, wouldn't it make you feel better if you talked about it?

Yang Hao fell silent.

He took a deep drag on his cigarette until the butt burned his fingers, then threw it to the ground.

In the darkness, he looked up, his eyes slightly red.

"Brother, do you have any wine?"

"I'd like to have a drink."

Yang Fan thought for a moment, and realized that he did have some good wine at home.

But if I drink it at home, my third uncle and aunt, as well as my parents, will definitely come over.

In that situation, I couldn't say a word.

"Let's go." Yang Fan stood up and patted the dirt off his clothes.

"I have some alcohol in my car. Let's go to town, find a barbecue restaurant, get a small private room, and have a good drink together, buddy."

Yang Hao nodded and stood up as well.

"Wait a minute." Yang Fan opened the car door, then remembered something. "Haozi, get in and sit down first."

"Let's call Xiaoya along."

"As you know, your sister Xiaoya and you are close. She keeps her mouth shut and won't say much."

"Besides, if we both drink too much later, who will drive back? Shouldn't we let her drive?"

Yang Hao paused for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, I'll do as you say, brother."

Yang Fan told him to get in the car first, then turned around and went back into the house.

As soon as he entered the door, all the elders turned their gazes toward him.

Third Uncle Yang Jianmin was the most anxious and immediately stood up.

"How's it going, Xiaofan? What did Haozi say?"

Yang Fan waved his hand, signaling him to calm down.

"Third Uncle, Dad, Mom, don't worry about this for now."

"I'll handle Haozi's matter."

He turned his gaze to his younger sister: "Xiaoya, come out with me for a bit."

Xiaoya was curled up on the sofa playing on her phone when she heard this. She was taken aback. Although she didn't know what was going on, she still nodded obediently.

"Okay, brother, wait for me a moment, I'll change my clothes."

"Let's go." Xiaoya quickly put on her coat and followed Yang Fan to get ready to go out.

Before leaving, Yang Fan turned back to the elders and said:

"Dad, Mom, Third Uncle, Third Aunt, please get some rest if you have nothing else to do."

"Leave Haozi's matter to me. Don't worry, I'll definitely give you an answer tomorrow."

When the elders heard Yang Fan say this, although they were still uneasy, they could only nod in agreement.

"Well... alright then." Uncle San sighed. "Fan, be careful when you go out, and call home if anything happens."

"understood."

Yang Fan responded and led Xiao Ya out of the courtyard.

The three people got into the car, and the black Mercedes drove smoothly out of the village, heading straight for the town.

The barbecue restaurants in town are all small, and besides barbecue, they also offer some fried snacks.

Because it was winter, business wasn't very good, and the shop was rather deserted.

Yang Fan and his group found a relatively quiet private room to sit down.

There was an electric heater in the private room, emitting a faint red light and warmth.

Yang Hao was about to ask the waiter for beer when Yang Fan stopped him.

"Wait, what beer?"

"I'll go to the car and get two bottles of good wine."

After saying that, Yang Fan got up and left.

A short while later, he returned with two unwrapped white porcelain bottles and slammed them onto the table.

Yang Hao and Yang Ya leaned over to take a look, and the red ribbons and the three classic characters on the bottle made their eyes widen.

"Brother!" Yang Hao's voice trembled. "This...this is Moutai?"

"We...we can't drink this good wine! This bottle costs over a thousand!"

"I'm used to drinking Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) every day on construction sites, giving me this is a complete waste!"

As Yang Fan unscrewed the bottle cap, he said nonchalantly:

"What are you saying?"

"It's like family; I wouldn't give any other person a drink if they wanted one."

"I'll drink this today, even if it's a waste, I'll still be happy."

The rich aroma of soy sauce instantly filled the entire private room.

Xiaoya, watching from the side, couldn't help but swallow hard and asked in a low voice:

"Brother, can I have a drink?"

Yang Fan turned and glared at her.

"What are you drinking? What kind of alcohol is a girl drinking?"

"You've been drinking, who's going to drive later?"

Xiaoya was taken aback: "Huh? Brother, you mean... I can drive?"

"Otherwise what?" Yang Fan said matter-of-factly, "You got your driver's license just for show? What's wrong with letting you drive?"

"But..." Xiaoya hesitated, "Brother, I haven't driven much since I got my driver's license. My skills aren't great. What if I bump or scratch something later?"

"Our car... costs several hundred thousand."

Yang Fan smiled.

"It's okay, drive as much as you want."

"If it gets scratched or bumped, it's on me. We'll just get another car. Drive with confidence."

When Xiaoya heard her brother say that, a warm feeling welled up in her heart, and she became bolder.

"Okay! Brothers, then you can drink without worry! I promise I'll get you home safely later!"

"That's more like it." Yang Fan nodded in satisfaction.