Chapter Twelve Two Old Men Arrive Suddenly

  The next day, as soon as he arrived at the construction site, Wei's secretary said that Wei wanted to see him. After slowly smoking a cigarette, Yang Mu knocked on his office door.

  He handed over his plan book to Yangmu yesterday, and when Yangmu opened it and flipped through it, he found that there were red annotations everywhere.

  "I type slowly on the computer, so I wrote it by hand. If you don't recognize something, feel free to ask me."

  Manager Wei said slowly and clearly, which completely exceeded Yangmu's expectations. Looking at the annotations on the plan book, Yangmu suddenly felt that this Manager Wei was not what he thought.

  "Thank you for your trouble, I'll go back and study it carefully again, and I'll draft another version for you this afternoon."

  "No need, you can start implementing now, but still those few difficulties I annotated for you, you have to find a way to overcome."

  Back in the office, Yang Mu carefully looked at the comments given by Manager Wei, every word and sentence was very reasonable, compared to his own inexperienced self, it was much more mature.

  Just as he noted, Yang Mu also felt that the difficulties he mentioned were hard to overcome. Firstly, the headquarters only agreed to pilot this construction site, so the allocated funds were limited; secondly, it would involve many departments and required strong connections.

  Yangmu's idea is to find a third party between workers and construction sites to supervise the responsibilities that each should fulfill, and this third party is mainly the public security department.

  Yang Mu hesitated for a long time before picking up the phone to call Le Zi, inviting him to have dinner together tonight. Le Zi agreed readily.

  Yang Mu did not choose the small stall he often went to when he was in college, but instead chose a more upscale restaurant, which might make Lezi feel a bit awkward.

  When Lezi pushed open the door of the private room, it was already filled with smoke, and even the waiter had to retreat a few steps. But Lezi still saw Yangmu in the smoke and slowly sat down.

  "You're inviting me to such a high-end place just to let me smell the scent of Red Jiao?"

  Le Zi looked at the red petals scattered all over the ground and asked Yang Mu, who picked up the wine jug to pour Le Zi a drink, then said faintly:

  "There's something I need your help with today."

  "So you think I should eat this meal with a clear conscience or with guilt?"

  "Peace of mind, just as you said, you have your own life too."

  After finishing, the two of them downed a full cup of white wine in one gulp, refilled it, and waited for this quiet moment.

  "Last time I went to your company, I saw that you were carrying out some kind of police-enterprise family activities, I want to ask how it works in detail."

  Le Zi listened to Yang Mu's words and smiled faintly, saying that it was just a slogan, and no one knew the specific content. Although so, Yang Mu still expressed his own thoughts, hoping to cooperate with them to try out this slogan.

  Lèzi heard this and also furrowed his brow, then immediately relaxed and said that this matter is very important and must go back to consult with the leader before proceeding.

  After finishing dinner at the door and smoking with Lezi, just as they were about to leave, Lezi suddenly spoke up:

  "Great, tomorrow come to our office to pick up the business license, I've already gotten it for him, Jin Yang will be waiting for him at the office tomorrow."

  "Why don't you tell him yourself?"

  "You've already invited me to such a high-end place for dinner, can I still muster up the nerve to tell him in person?"

  "Maybe we were all wrong, wasn't that red dress in his hand when he went to pick up BaoBao that day yours?"

  On the way home, Yang Mu thought about it several times but still couldn't understand what Lezi meant by "is it". Was he admitting that they were both wrong or was he saying that Bao Bao had taken the clothes but hadn't put them on.

  With a heavy heart, I opened the door, but was stunned by the scene inside. Sitting on the sofa were not my father and older brother? When did they arrive?

  "Dad, Mom, when did you arrive?"

  "Xiao Mu, you're back. We just arrived, not long ago."

  At this time, Dong Yurou walked out of the kitchen, perhaps without hearing their conversation earlier, and saw Yang Mu standing foolishly at the door, saying:

  "How come you only told your uncle and aunt the address without telling them clearly where the key is? If I hadn't come back, they wouldn't have known how long they would have to stand outside."

  Yang Mu suddenly remembered that he had told them where he lived, but it was just a casual mention and he didn't think they would actually come.

  "You've arrived and didn't even give me a call, I could have gone to pick you up."

  Yang Mu said with a guilty conscience, thinking of Lao Da's leg pain still standing for so long, Yang Mu didn't feel right in his heart. At this time, Lao Da smiled and said:

  "I originally wanted to call you, but your dad was worried that it would disturb your work and didn't let me. Fortunately, Rourou just happened to come back."

  "You old wife, how did it become that I'm not allowed to hit you? Clearly it was you who said our son is working and shouldn't be disturbed by phone calls."

  Watching Lao Da and Lao Ba talking endlessly for his own consideration, Yang Mu felt a stinging sensation in the corner of his eyes, so he turned around and walked towards the kitchen while saying:

  "Dad, Mom, you sit down first, I'll cook for you right away."

  Yang Mu knew they would definitely not be willing to eat out, and it seemed that Dong Yu had just returned for a short time, so the two old men were still hungry.

  As he walked into the kitchen, Yang Mu waved the spatula in his hand and said to Dong Yu Rou who was washing vegetables:

  "Thank you."

  "It doesn't matter, but your parents are pretty good to you."

  Dong Yunrou said that, and Yang Mu felt suffocated for a long time. Tears could no longer be controlled and flowed down from the corners of his eyes. Coincidentally, Dong Yunrou, who was putting ginger in the pot, saw it. She looked at the pot without chili peppers and said:

  "Is the peppercorn flavor too strong? Let me do it instead."

  Yang Mu smiled and nodded, quickly wiping away his tears as he gazed at the considerate and virtuous leader in front of him. He thought that if Dan Ya hadn't left, perhaps the two old men wouldn't have come here tonight.

  Yangmu kept forgetting to tell Er Lao about his relationship with Dong Yurou, which led to them always looking at Dong Yurou with the eyes of a future daughter-in-law during meals.

  Ask Dong Yun Ruo what she does, ask Dong Yun Ruo where she went to college, and how she knows Yang Mu, the implication is that Dong Yun Ruo is a good girl and should help Yang Mu in the future.

  Every time Dong Yurou finished speaking, she would exchange a glance with Yang Mu, hoping he could help her out of the situation. However, Yang Mu knew that the two elders had come this time to see what kind of person Yang Mu was talking about, and now Dong Yurou happened to fit the bill perfectly.

  "Mom, let's eat first and get some rest early. You two are also tired today. Whatever it is, we can talk about it tomorrow."

  "Yes, auntie, I can see that you're all very tired. Why don't you have a good rest tonight and tomorrow Yangmu and I will take you out to have some fun."

  Yang Mu's head suddenly made a 180-degree turn, looking at Dong Yu Ruo, wanting to figure out what she was thinking, how did she think of taking the two elders out to play tomorrow?

  "Never mind, your aunt is just a talkative person, she treats everyone like her student and wants to say a few words to them."

  Dad said so, and Eldest also smiled. After all, there was still the temporary presence of an outsider, Dong Yurou.

  Put away bowls and chopsticks, in order not to disturb the elderly's rest, took a lighter and cigarettes to the rooftop, gazing at the bright sky in the distance.

  "Why don't you stay and chat with your uncle and aunt for a while?"

  Dong Yunrou stood beside Yang Mu, looking at Yang Mu's dark face and asked, Yang Mu took a puff of smoke, the firelight casting his decadent face in a faintly visible manner.

  "I can't talk about it anymore, if they knew I was deceiving them and didn't even know how hurtful it would be to themselves."

  "Why don't you just tell them directly? After all, you're not that old and they don't have to be in such a hurry."

  "You don't understand families like mine. My parents worked hard their whole lives to raise me, and when I graduated from university, they hoped I would return home, find a stable job, get married, and have children. To pursue my own so-called ambitions, I flatly rejected their suggestions and stubbornly stayed here. Of course, this couldn't stop them from hoping that I would settle down soon, so they always hope that I will get married soon, so they can feel like they haven't regretted anything in their lives."

  Yang Mu slowly said these words, only when he really entered this society did he realize that it was so difficult to make a name for himself in a place where nothing existed.

  It's almost two years now, and there have been no gains, of course, nor has there been any romance. When people reach their twenties, they should find a goal to strive for in their lifetime, but so far, Yang Mu still hasn't found this goal.

  "I'm also a filial child, I'll help you act it out till the end, but tomorrow you can't reveal your true self."

  Yang Mu looked at Dong Yu Rong with gratitude and said:

  "Thank you, it's late, go to bed early."

  "You go to bed early too, I've already put the quilt and pillow on the sofa, just spread it out."

  Looking at Dong Yurou's not-so-clear back, Yang Mu thought that having a wife like her would be enough. Insisting on waiting for Dan Ya to come back and give himself an explanation was how ridiculous.