Chapter 47: The Wind Rolls Away the Remaining Clouds

  The driver's face turned green, took the money and drove away...

  Ye Yangjian slowly walked up to the third floor, the door was unlocked, as if it had been left ajar on purpose, waiting for someone.

  Pushing open the familiar door of his parents' home, he saw his father, Ye Zhong, sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper. When he saw Ye Yangjian enter the house, he nodded slightly and put down the paper, smiling as he stood up. He was a robust middle-aged man with a strong back and waist, even more so than Ye Yangjian who had just retired from the army...

  "Back again, seeing your handsome dad, don't you show some excitement?..." Ye Wen Zhong asked with a smile. Ye Wen Zhong's speech was always in this style.

  "Uh... what's up, Dad I'm back..." Yasuhiro was very depressed. He had been training his body hard in the army, just so that one day when he returned home, he could surpass his father, who had seemed as strong as a small mountain to him when he was young. But after three years, he found out that he still failed, and it seemed like his old man was still stronger than him... "How on earth did this old guy train? He's so strong!"

  "How's that? Your old man is still not bad, huh? Don't think you can fool me with your ideas. Keep practicing, just look at your small build. Want to surpass your old man? It's tough... Haha, I'm a handsome dad, am I an ordinary person?..." Ye Wen Zhong saw Ye Yang Jian's expression and knew what he was thinking. He clenched his massive fist, then burst out laughing...

  The kitchen was filled with the sound of stir-frying, and Old Mother Yang Ping seemed to still be busy. The table was already full of over ten dishes... all of which were Ye Yang Jian's favorite childhood foods.

  Ye Yang Jian looked towards the kitchen and habitually made a tactical gesture to ask. Ye Zhongyi was taken aback, then also responded with a tactical gesture, and Ye Yang Jian nodded. Suddenly, he chuckled. Even when communicating with his old man, they were using tactical gestures. It seemed that it would still take some time for him to get used to ordinary life.

  He put down his backpack, Ye Yang Jian took out a special supply box, opened it and handed one to Ye Wen Zhong. Ye Wen Zhong's eyes lit up as he accepted it with a smile, lit it up, and the two sat on the sofa, puffing away...

  "Your uncle has already told me about this." Ye Xun said slowly while savoring his cigarette.

  "Ah!... You already know." Yoru Akatsuki was stunned, being forced to retire from eating people wasn't a small matter, and his uncle had just told his father? Wasn't that like dropping a bombshell in his own home? Had his uncle gone crazy? Yoru Akatsuki couldn't help but feel a little resentful towards his uncle at this moment.

  "It's nothing, this kind of thing may be hard for ordinary people to accept, but it doesn't mean I can't accept it. During the natural disasters 60 years ago, your dad didn't see fewer such things. Besides, at that time the situation was urgent, I think you handled it very well..." Ye Wen Tian said while smoking, as if this matter was really nothing out of the ordinary to him.

  "...So...you...have you also eaten it?..." Yè Yáng Jiàn asked tentatively, his own old man had always given him the impression of being a man who would stop at nothing to get what he wanted.

  "Get out, you think you're as charming as your dad, don't you? Unscrupulous and shameless? Back then, the skills I used to sneak around with your aunt were something ordinary people couldn't learn. You wouldn't dare do that! Haha... little brat..." Ye Xun laughed and snatched the remaining half box of special supplies from the table into his own pocket. Ye Yang Jian was taken aback... damn it! Why does this move look so familiar?!

  Dinner...

  Wearing a set of home clothes, Yang Ping, the mother, tied an adorable Winnie-the-Pooh apron and sat beside Ye Yang Jian. Although she was already over 40 years old, she still looked very beautiful. At this moment, she was busy serving dishes to her son Ye Yang Jian...

  "Is it delicious? Is it delicious? Eat a bit more, mom's cooking is not bad, right......" Yang Ping had a smile all over her face, seeing her beloved son come home, she was naturally overjoyed.

  "Hmm... well, son, your mom's culinary skills have really improved. She can even make roasted duck now..." Ye Xiangzhong took a sip of wine and teased with a smile.

  "Go away, didn't I just buy this dish of cooked food?" Yang Ping glared at Ye Zhong with a hint of annoyance.

  "Ah, I can see it now, mom's braised beef is getting better and better. Hmm... why does the plastic bag have the words 'Liu Wei Ju' on it?..." Night Yang Jian was sincerely praising...

  "Son! You've become spoiled, how can you be like your dad? Your words are always sarcastic... Alright, alright. I bought all these dishes..." Yang Ping put down her chopsticks in frustration and took a sip of her drink. She had been busy all day, but this father-son duo didn't appreciate it at all. It was really disheartening.

  "Hey, this green vegetable is not bad. Although the leaves are a bit yellow, oh~ this tomato scrambled eggs is not bad either, although it's a bit like tomato egg soup, but the rice is still very fragrant, oh~ this braised roasted fish is not bad, mom your cooking skills are getting better and better, one fish can be made in two ways, and they complement each other...” Yèyáng Jiàn was eating while commenting, although his words weren't exactly flattering, but the enthusiasm he had for eating still comforted Yang Ping.

  "Look! Look! After all, it's still my son who gives me face, knows the goods and supports the scene. All the dishes I made were eaten clean..." Yang Ping said happily while watching Ye Yang Jianfeng sweep away the remaining clouds of the battlefield.

  After dinner, Yang Ping made two cups of tea and placed them on the table, letting her grandfather chat with her, while she herself went to clean up the bowls and chopsticks. As a career woman, Yang Ping was actually very virtuous...

  Ye Wen Zhong poked Ye Yang Jian's chin, Ye Yang Jian turned his head away, pretending not to see. Ye Wen Zhong snapped his fingers again, Ye Yang Jian lowered his head and blew on the tea leaves, feigning deafness...

  "Cough!... Son, a cigarette after dinner, happy as a god. How? No expression for your handsome dad?..." Ye Wen Zhong was quite depressed about Ye Yang Jian's disregard, rolled his eyes and pretended to cough before finally speaking up.

  "You don't have any cigarettes?" Ye Yang Jian said with a smirk... His relationship with Ye Wen Zhong was more like friends than father and son. Firstly, because he grew up with his grandparents since young. Secondly, Ye Wen Zhong's way of educating him all along...

  "That's not it, that's not it, this thing is hard to deal with. Give another one to handsome dad, and old dad will exchange something!" Ye Wen Zhong smiled and wrote a blank check.

  "What are you going to exchange it for? You know the nature of this thing, I've been working hard for several years and only managed to save up three boxes. We're not like Big Brother who has a certain quota every year..." Night Yang Jian said to Night Wen Zhong.

  "Look who's talking! Am I the kind of person you think I am? Take it and mix it up!" Ye Wen Zhong didn't mince words, and with a swift motion, he pulled out two Great Wall cigarettes from the bookcase drawer in the living room. "Slap!" He slapped them onto the table.

  Ye Yang Jian didn't say anything else, knowing that haggling with his old man was pointless. He understood Ye Wen Zhong's personality all too well. Ye Yang Jian could only pitifully open his backpack again, pull out a special supply box, take out a cigarette and hand it to Ye Wen Zhong, quickly closing the box as he tried to put it away hastily. But it seemed like Ye Wen Zhong's hands were even faster, as he grasped Ye Yang Jian's wrist, pinning it to the table.

  Ye Yang Jian was unwilling to give up so easily, and the two of them immediately started wrestling on the living room table, twisting each other's wrists...

  "Give up! You little brat, you're still too tender in front of your handsome dad..." Ye Wen Zhong splashed water on his face, revealing a mischievous grin, and at this moment he had the demeanor of a university professor.

  "Old fellow! I'm no longer the Wu Xiaoming of his youth!" Night Yang Jian panted, saying to Night Sky with a gritted teeth.

  "You're already red in the face, why don't you just admit defeat? Losing to handsome dad won't make you lose face, anyway, how many of you and your little brothers can beat me?" Ye Xun shouted loudly, adding more force to his hand. What he said was indeed true, arm-wrestling, let alone Ye Yangjian and those little brothers who grew up with him, even in the army back then, he had never had an opponent... Back then in the military, because of his thick arms and great strength, people gave him the nickname "Big Arm"... Before Ye Yangjian joined the army, Ye Xun would bully them and their little brothers, arm-wrestling only using two fingers...

  "I don't believe it!... " Ye Yang Jian took a deep breath, and the strength in his hand increased by several degrees. The veins on his forearm suddenly bulged out.

  "What a big tail wolf! You're no good, and that's it!" The green veins on Ye Xiong's forehead also jumped with increased force.

  "Today I'd rather die than let you be arrogant again..."

  "Alright! Your eyes are almost popping out..."

  "You're no different..."

  "I was born with big eyes, otherwise you think your eyes are so beautiful just because of me..."

  "My good image has been ruined by the golden fish eyes inherited from you... In the future, if I can't find a wife, it's all because of your bad genes..."

  "Bang" - Yang Jian's wrist was finally twisted and turned over onto the dinner table by Ye Wen Zhong.

  "Look at you, saying you can't do it but still insisting, haha, I guess this special supply is mine now. Hoo...hoo..." Ye Wen Zhong panted heavily, laughing as he took the special supply cigarettes and put them in his own pocket.

  "You were able to hold out against your handsome dad for so long, you're also quite impressive. If I hadn't used my eight successful moves, I really wouldn't have been able to take you down. Before I'm 60 years old, it's still very possible that you'll surpass me...". As he lit a cigarette, Ye Wen Zheng burst out laughing, actually he had almost reached his limit earlier... Fortunately, he was still able to maintain his glorious image in front of his son...

  "Ah! Is this how you set an example for others? How can the students in your class tolerate you?" Night Yang Jian sighed and struck back at his father. Although he couldn't bear losing to Ye Wen Zhong, he could even less bear his arrogant tone...

  "How could it be? The university students in our class don't know how to worship me. Your dad is famous for his iron-fisted management of the whole institute. My students, which one isn't as obedient as a wolf cub?" Ye Wen Zhong said proudly. His method of teaching students has always been based on the military system. Apparently, there are no disobedient ones who dare to disobey him.

  "You won't always hit people, will you?" Night Yang Jian's forehead was sweating...

  "I've never hit students, they can ignore me, not take me seriously as the department head, on one condition: they have to be able to beat me in arm wrestling. That's my rule. Education comes first, violence is secondary..." Ye Xiang said with a smile.

  "You're clearly bullying the weak with your strength! And you're supposed to be a role model?!... As for physical strength, Ye Yang Jian can confidently say that among those students, not many can last three seconds under Ye Wen Zhong's hands."

  "Hahaha......" Ye WenZhong laughed. His son's words made him happy...

  "Let's get down to business, what's your current situation like? Do you have any plans?" Ye Xiang asked with a serious tone after smiling for a moment.

  The expression began to ask about the true situation of her son.

  Author's words:

  Coca and my little editor have been paying close attention to the situation in Ya'an, Lushan, Sichuan. Seeing those reports, Weibo posts, etc., I feel very downhearted and worried. Moreover, I don't understand the mentality of those scoundrels who are slandering Sichuan and the disaster zone online. Don't you feel anything? A elderly mother lost her son in the Wenchuan earthquake, and this time, she also lost her beloved daughter. How can you bear to slander?! Bastards!!! Today, Coca asked my little editor to update two more chapters to vent our depressed mood. Then we will continue to pay attention to the situation in the disaster zone.

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