Chapter 135: Getting drunk together at Shu Tower 1

"Oh! Mr. Yang has such a good memory!" Bu Ping nodded half-believingly.

"Buping, don't sip on Mr. Yang, that would seem too unfamiliar. I'm a few years older than you. If you don't mind, just call me Brother Yang, and I'll call you brother!" Yang Fan said to Buping.

"Well! Brother Yang, for some reason, I feel that you are very kind from the bottom of my heart, and there are many similarities with my brother." Buping couldn't help feeling sad when he thought of Bufan's disappearance.

Yang Fan patted Bu Ping on the shoulder and comforted him: "I know I feel very sad when I think of your brother, right? Although I know that I can't replace your brother's position in your heart, I will regard you as my brother's own brother. If you have anything, just call me and I will definitely help you."

Buping nodded and thanked: "Thank you, Brother Yang."

When something is really engraved in the heart, even after the years are ruthlessly destroyed, it will not be easily wiped out.

Five years later, Yang Fan stepped back into the building he once lived in, and he was still so familiar with it.

"This is my house." After Bu Ping finished speaking, he knocked on the door and shouted to the door: "Mom, open the door quickly! Brother Yang is here!"

When Yang Fan saw Bu Ping knocking on the door, his eyes couldn't help but feel a little wet. Once upon a time, didn't he knock on the door like this, waiting for his mother to open the door for him?

When you have a long drought, you will meet a rainy rain in a foreign land. When you have a wedding night, you will be named on the golden list. These are the four joys of life that the ancients often say.

However, when the door opened and Yang Fan saw his mother who had been away for five years again, how could the joy and excitement in his heart be compared to the wedding night? At this moment, even if he put on a yellow robe and asked Yang Fan to be the emperor, Yang Fan would disdain. At this moment, in Yang Fan's eyes, they were all bullshit. The only thing Yang Fan wanted to do in his heart was to look at his mother quietly and count how much white hair had added to his mother's temples.

Buping's mother An Lin also noticed the young man beside her youngest son at this moment. Perhaps the mother has an inseparable connection with her son. Since An Lin saw Yang Fan, her eyes have been fixed on Yang Fan's face that was different from five years ago. A strong voice in her heart told her: An Lin, he is Bufan, the son you have been looking for.

"Mom! This is Mr. Yang, Brother Yang." The youngest son Buping couldn't help but remind him softly when he saw his mother staring at Yang Fan.

An Lin did not hear Bu Ping's shouting, her eyes were still on Yang Fan's face; instead, Yang Fan heard Bu Ping's shouting, came back to his senses, smiled hard, trying to hide his excitement, and said, "Auntie, hello! I am Yang Fan."

"Mom, Brother Yang is calling you!" Buping pulled his mother's arm and said.

An Lin then came to her senses, patted her son, who was much taller than her, and cursed with a smile: "You child!"

Yang Fan couldn't help but become jealous of his younger brother as he looked at his mother treating Buping kindly.

"You are Mr. Yang, right? I didn't expect that you are so young and promising! Mr. Yang, come in quickly!" An Lin smiled, welcomed Yang Fan into the house, and then handed Yang Fan a pair of slippers.

"Thank you, aunt! Just call me Yang Fan. I don't know what you and uncle like. I bought something casually. I hope you can like it." Yang Fan politely handed the two packs of gifts to Bu Ping, changed into slippers handed by his mother, and the scene of the past came to his mind again.

When he was in school, Yang Fan always forgot to change slippers every time he went home, and he was often responsibilities of his father. When his mother was at home, she would definitely bring the slippers to Yang Fan from the shoe rack and ask him to change them.

"Dr. Yang is so flirting! We are already very happy that you can have a meal. Why are you embarrassed to let you spend money? Buping, take Mr. Yang to the living room first. It will be fine after a while!" An Lin's voice came from the kitchen, interrupting Yang Fan's thoughts.

"Brother Yang, please come here!" Bu Ping led Yang Fan toward the living room.

When Yang Fan walked into the living room, the decorations inside were still so familiar, and there was basically no change. The only thing that made Yang Fan feel unfamiliar was the photo frame on the entrance hall. The photo inside the photo frame was a family photo.

Looking at the family photo, Yang Fan remembered that the photo was taken from the Spring Festival six years ago. In the photo, his parents were still very young and had much less gray hair on his head than he is now. His younger brother was not as tall as he is now, and he could only reach the height of his shoulders; and his appearance at that time was very different from what he is now...

"Brother Yang..." Bu Ping's shouting pulled Yang Fan back from the photo.

"Bu Ping, the one standing behind your uncle and aunt must be your brother Bufan, right?" Yang Fan looked at the photo and asked Bu Ping.

Buping nodded and said to Yang Fan: "Well! That's my brother. If my brother is still here now, he should be about the same age as you, Brother Yang."

Yang Fan patted Bu Ping on the shoulder and comforted him: "Don't be sad. Your brother may still be alive. If he comes back one day, he also hopes to see you live happily."

Buping nodded silently.

"Buping, can I ask you a question about your brother?" Yang Fan said.

"Brother Yang, ask!" Buping said.

"After your brother disappeared, your family must have thought of many ways to find your brother, right?" Yang Fan wanted to know what happened at home after he disappeared.

Buping sighed and said, "After my brother disappeared, we contacted the teacher in the school. The principal of the school was very concerned about my brother and always enthusiastically helped us find my brother. He searched for him for a night but couldn't find him. The next morning he went to call the police. Then he posted my brother's missing person notice in newspapers, TV, and the Internet. However, there is still no news about my brother."

When Yang Fan heard Bu Ping's words, he thought to himself: "I was taken to the suburbs and they were looking for it in the city, how could they find themselves!"

"What about it later?" Yang Fan continued to ask.

"But there is still no news about my brother. All of us have no hope of finding my brother. My mother fell ill at this time. If it weren't for Sister Qingya, I think my mother would not have been able to come out of my brother's shadow yet." Bu Ping said, feeling grateful to Liu Qingya.

"Sister Qingya?"

"It's my brother's girlfriend Liu Qingya. In fact, our family didn't know that my brother actually had such a beautiful girlfriend at school. We didn't know until after my brother disappeared and she came to my house to find my brother. I'm so lucky that my brother can have such a good girlfriend as Qingya." Buping's eyes were full of envy.

"She loves herself so much, but I am still with other girls..." Every time Yang Fan thinks of Liu Qingya, he feels deeply guilty.

"I'm back!" A middle-aged man walked in. Needless to say, this person was Bu Guoqiang, Bufan and Buping's father.

"Guoqiang, Mr. Yang is here to our house. Go and entertain me quickly, my meal will be ready soon." An Lin said to Bu Guoqiang.

"Dr. Yang? Old Mr. Yang Xuan?" Bu Guoqiang asked An Lin while changing his shoes.

"No, it's Mr. Yang's grandson, Yang Fan, and Yang Dong." An Lin said.

"Oh!" Bu Guoqiang changed into slippers and walked towards the living room.

"Uncle Bu, hello! My name is Yang Fan." Yang Fan looked at his father who was walking in. His temples were already gray, and he couldn't help feeling heartache.

Bu Guoqiang was also stunned when he saw Yang Fan, feeling that there seemed to be a familiar smell on his body.

"Dad, Brother Yang called you. Why are you stunned?" Buping reminded.

Bu Guoqiang came to his senses after being reminded by Buping, stretched out his hand and shook Yang Fan, and said with a smile: "Hello, Mr. Yang! I didn't expect that Mr. Yang would have achieved such great success at such a young age. If my son had half of Yang Fan's achievements, I would be satisfied."

"Uncle Bu is polite. I can become the chairman now because of my grandfather's love. Buping's younger brother is not only smart, but also hardworking and studious. I believe that his future achievements will definitely be better than mine." Yang Fan said with a smile, and he really hoped that his younger brother's future achievements will exceed his own.

"Dr. Yang is too humble. In the future, Mr. Yang has the opportunity, and hopes to help me, his son." Bu Guoqiang said, looking at Bu Ping hopefully.

Yang Fan saw Bu Guoqiang's expectation of his son to become a dragon in his eyes, and nodded with a smile, saying, "Uncle Bu, just call me Yang Fan. If I need my help in the future, I will do my best to help Buping's younger brother."

"Then I'll thank you in advance. Mr. Yang, please sit down!" Bu Guoqiang asked Yang Fan to sit down.

"Thank you!" Yang Fan sat down and said.

"Dr. Yang, is Mr. Yang in good health?" Bu Guoqiang asked.

"Grandpa's health is OK. It's just that because he is getting older, his body is no longer as flexible as before." Yang Fan replied.

"Oh! Then be more careful! Mr. Yang has been helping us since my son disappeared. If it weren't for Mr. Yang's generous help from our family, our family would not be as good as it is now. I have always been grateful to Mr. Yang." Bu Guoqiang's words were full of gratitude to Yang Xuan.

"Well! I will definitely convey Uncle Bu's gratitude to my grandfather." Yang Fan said, and Yang Xuan was filled with gratitude and vowed to protect Yang Wanru and Yang Group for Yang Xuan.

Afterwards, Yang Fan and Bu Guoqiang chatted for a while about the economy and stock market topics, and then they heard An Lin calling them to have a meal.

"Mr. Yang, let's go over!" Bu Guoqiang and Bu Ping led Yang Fan into the dining room.

"It's a common thing, it's not good. Mr. Yang, please don't be polite!" An Lin said to Yang Fan.

What meal is the most delicious?

Some people may say it is a delicacy, while others think it is a delicious dish. However, for prodigal sons who leave home, delicacies and delicious dishes are by no means the most delicious food in their hearts. Only home-cooked dishes, especially the home-cooked dishes made by their mothers, are the most delicious food in their hearts.

"Auntie, I think these dishes are really good. Auntie's skills are really good!" Yang Fan looked at the table full of home-cooked dishes. Although they did not have a gorgeous appearance, they contained a kind of warmth of home, which made Yang Fan feel like he found home again.

"Since you like it, eat more! Mr. Yang, let's have a drink with me?" Bu Guoqiang said, and found a bottle of white wine from somewhere.

"I'll be happy today, so I'll have a drink with my uncle!" Yang Fan nodded and said.

Just as everyone was about to have a meal, the doorbell rang.
Chapter completed!