"I didn't expect the planes in the Arctic Circle to be delayed, it's really outrageous."

A middle-aged man in a gray coat lit a cigar and stood in front of St. Petersburg, which was still cold, holding a dozen shriveled flowers in his hand.

A huge roar came from the sky in the distance.

Then the helicopter decorated with ice sea slowly landed on the tarmac of St. Petersburg. Then, in the lights that were lit nearby, An Minghui saw the familiar figure.

He twisted the cigar against the wall, extinguished the fire, and threw it into the trash can.

Then he walked up and handed the flower to He Qiuya, who was wearing a white down jacket.

An’s mother, He Qiuya, took the flower like she was not smiling:

"It's that simple to pick up the gifts at the airport. Don't you give me some flowers?"

"Just the temperature of St. Petersburg, there are no flowers left. I bought them from a flower shop and they endured soon."

"Stop this set, I won't eat it."

He Qiuya stuffed the flowers into her bag, and there was a hint of smile on the corner of her mouth.

As soon as she turned around, she saw An Minghui unconsciously pulling out his pocket, looking for a cigarette and a lighter, and ordered him to say:

"No smoking is allowed, it's for your health."

"I just dig it out. Isn't it normal for me to tidy up my pocket?"

An Minghui, who had already entered the ranks of uncles, rarely made two rounds of arguments. At this moment, he felt as if he had returned to the dormitory building on the banks of Weiyang Lake twenty years ago.

At that time, he stood downstairs in the girls' dormitory.

He held a collection of essays full of Tagore's poems in his hand.

Facing the emerald green Weiyang Lake water, standing downstairs reciting love poems.

"Love is the everlasting lighthouse. It calmly looks at the storm but remains unmoved. Love is a fulfilling life, just like a wine glass full of wine."

"The best things never come alone, you come with everything."

He Qiuya continued the next sentence.

Then he choked him a few words: "I am so grown-up, but I can only read these two modern poems. Is it embarrassing to lose it? Let your son teach you well when he goes back."

When Lao An heard this, he shook the snow on the collar of the black coat indifferently: "Our son studies every day, and I am worried about becoming a nerd."

"Better than you."

"Where's the strength?"

"I heard that this New Year, I brought back more than one girlfriend. I was talking to me on the phone a few days ago."

"Hey, I've turned against him. What I didn't dare to do, so he can get ahead."

"So, are you thinking about Xiaoqian from that capital, or Christina from the United States?"

There was a sense of danger in He Qiuya's words.

An Minghui hurriedly changed the topic: "How is it possible? They are all vulgar rouge powder, how can they be compared with Miss He who is beautiful in China?"

"Oh, Lao An, you have grown up. I'll tell you a few more words and I'll tell if you're sincere."

"I'm exhausted, let's talk about it when I go back and get the scriptures from Boy An."

The love that belongs to Andaoyuan's parents may be more warm than what he saw.

Also simpler.

An Minghui picked up He Qiuya and got off the plane, and went to the hotel he booked nearby, the presidential suite.

But for night watchmen, eating and drinking twice occasionally is not harmful.

At this moment, St. Petersburg, which is still not far from winter, is the scenery that is sprinkled in the cold moonlight, and the night is frozen outside the hotel glass door.

Just as the Russian poet Pushkin described it in his poem:

【In front of my window,

There is a birch tree,

It's like applying silver cream,

She was covered in snowflakes.

Furry branches,

The lace of snow embroidered is chic,

The flowers bloom together,

The white tassels are picturesque.

In the hazy silence,

This birch tree stands jade,

In the brilliant golden sun

Glittering of crystal snowflakes.

Birch wanders around

The long-awaiting morning glow,

It goes to the snowy branches

Another layer of silver light.]

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On the second day, An’s parents transferred from St. Petersburg to Jiangnan.

This day is already the 29th day of the New Year.

The sparse rainy season ushered in a rare clear sky, and Shiyin Shintani took advantage of this time to put the changed clothes on the clothes drying rack.

Andaoyuan had already worshipped the Kitchen God a few days ago, but Oda Kyoka did not feel the fluctuations of divine power. I don’t know if the Kitchen God really woke up and brought the incense of thousands of families to peace.

"Civil Congratulations·Sacrificial Books·Kaoshi God": "The Zhou Li says: Zhuanxu's son said to be Li, who was Zhurong, and worshipped as the Kitchen God. The Kitchen Lord should worship him. He boiled hundreds of herbs and only wanted to refine immortal elixirs.

However, the lights of these thousands of houses are not fake.

Now is the New Year and the time for reunion.

The snow turned into a kitten and lay on the edge of the yard with sunbathing. She was not afraid of the cold. Now this temperature is not only not cold, but also very warm for her.

Andaoyuan's father is back, and there is a lady next to him.

I think it's Andaoyuan's mother.

The kitten can easily see the unique energy form of each living body. After all, the father and son of Mid-Autumn Festival had met before, so she remembered it.

But she was very lazy and just lay on the wall and didn't want to move.

However, after all, they are Andaoyuan's parents, so it's better to be a little more serious.

With this mentality.

She turned into a silver-haired girl and floated down lightly, and then said politely in the two surprised eyes:

"Hello uncle and aunt, I am Andaoyuan's friend, my name is Xue."

Although the kitten occasionally plays with little temperament, it is shameless to claim to be his girlfriend before meeting him. If it were Sanxiao or Miss Yanyanluo, he would probably do such a thing.

But the people in Hyacinth are still relatively simple.

"Are you a monster?"

An Minghui was a little surprised and became more cautious in his professionalism.

He Qiuya beside him hit him, and then said seriously: "Miss is so polite, do you say this when you meet? Gangbangbangbangbangbang, stay wherever you enter the house."

Then she changed her expression and asked the kitten with a smile: "Xiaoxue, don't worry about him, he is an occupational disease criminal. There is no pure blood theory of human beings in our family. Where have you and Andaoyuan gone?"

"You ask this when you meet? Is this appropriate?"

An Minghui whispered, and then, under An's stern eyes, he entered the house in shame and prepared to chat with his son.

The girls in the room are all top extraordinary people, either life-bound swearing, gods and aliens, so their reactions will naturally not be much slower than those of the silver-haired girl.

Oda Kyoka hesitated for two seconds, adjusted her sitting position slightly, and then played the game.

Beiluo Twenty-san stood curiously on the tree to observe, analyzing the significance of Andaoyuan and his parents' behavior, and whether there is any reference value.

Only Miss Shiyin hurriedly hung her apron in the kitchen, then casually sorted out her hairstyle and walked out.

When I saw An's father, he also said hello seriously: "Hello, uncle, I am Shintani Shintani from Tokyo, Japan."

"Hello, have you seen Xiao An?"

"Andao is in the study room upstairs."

Shiyin replied, and then saw the unkempt uncle walking up the stairs, and said in a slander:

"What have I posted about my son recently? I know so many beautiful girls, and the night watchman has a level of confidentiality for me. It's interesting. Go back and see which old guy is doing it."

Next, let’s see Andaoyuan’s performance.
Chapter completed!