Chapter 2072

Arriving at the music festival venue, Andy and Lan stood among the crowd of spectators. Listening to the deafening chorus and cheers around them, they felt the blood in their veins begin to burn.

His eyes instantly turned red, and tears swirled in his eye sockets. He hugged Yang Quan tightly, clenched his fists hard, pounded on his back, and said through gritted teeth.

"Damn it, you bastard! If it weren't for your wife and children, I would definitely have broken your remaining leg!"

After speaking, Wang Wentian pushed Yang Quan and bent down to pick up the boy. Then he saw snot rushing out of his nose like two little trains, crossing his lips and flowing to his chin.

Immediately after, the little guy raised his little hand and wiped it casually with his sleeve, his cheeks instantly becoming a mess, and then the kid even stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this, Wang Wentian very naturally turned his direction slightly and hugged the little girl beside him into his arms.

Seeing this scene, Yang Quan couldn't help but laugh out loud, pointing at Wang Wentian and teasing: "Damn it, look at your pathetic look; you actually dare to dislike my son."

Wang Wentian hugged the little girl and came to Yang Quan's wife, his face full of guilt, and said to Feng Xiaojuan.

"Sister-in-law, it's us brothers who didn't do well, letting you suffer."

Wang Wentian clearly remembered that when he first met Feng Xiaojuan, she was still a 18-year-old girl, coming to the army alone to find Yang Quan.

At that time, they were all very young, and seeing such a scene, they teased them for a long time, making the little girl blush.

Then they emptied their pockets, scraped together eleven yuan, three mao, and eight fen, bought wine and meat, and invited this sister-in-law they were meeting for the first time to eat together.

At that time, Feng Xiaojuan was full of youth, loved to talk and laugh. However, now, not yet 30 years old, she looked exceptionally old.

Having not seen her for only a few years, her complexion had become dark and lusterless, and deep crow's feet had even appeared at the corners of her eyes.

Looking at her hands again, the skin was rough, the fingernails were filled with dirt, the palms were covered with thick calluses, and there were heartbreaking cracks, looking shocking.

Facing Wang Wentian's self-blame, Feng Xiaojuan smiled, her smile still as bright as it was back then: "Wentian, how can this be blamed on you? You called and wrote letters time after time; it wasn't just Old Yang, I didn't want to add trouble to you either."

Wang Wentian wanted to say something else, but it was stuck in his throat and couldn't come out, and in the end, he didn't say anything more.

Anyway, the people had already arrived, and the Chairman had already made arrangements; life would definitely be better in the future.

Wang Wentian looked at the old woman: "Auntie, hello, my name is Wang Wentian, I am Yang Quan's comrade-in-arms."

The old woman smiled and raised her hands; Wang Wentian leaned his face over and let the old woman touch it.

"I know you. Da Quan often told me about his time in the army and about you good brothers."

Wang Wentian said with a smile: "Auntie, from now on, I am your son. This time coming to Jingcheng, we won't leave anymore. If Yang Quan doesn't show you filial piety, I will. I'll support you in your old age; you just enjoy your life here."

"Good child, good child." The old woman smiled very happily: "You are all good children."

"Let's go!" Wang Wentian took the large luggage bag Feng Xiaojuan was carrying, hugged the little girl, and turned to walk toward the parking lot.

"Put the child down and let her walk by herself." Feng Xiaojuan supported the old woman and followed slowly.

"I'll hold her." Wang Wentian really liked the little girl; she was very well-behaved in his arms, not crying or making a fuss.

"Brother!"

The young man saw Wang Wentian picking up such a family of poor relatives and kept cursing 'idiot' in his heart, but the smile on his face was very sincere.

"If I didn't have to pick up my wife, I would definitely have given you a free ride back. I'm really sorry."

"Thanks, brother, we have our own car. See you again if fate allows."

Hearing Wang Wentian say he had his own car, the young man chuckled and waved his hand.

"See you again if fate allows."

When Wang Wentian walked far away, the young man laughed again: "A thin donkey dropping hard dung, and he even fucking has his own car. Why don't you say you can fly to the sky?"

After speaking, he shook his head slightly, and then when he looked up again, he saw a group of people wearing railway uniforms coming out of the exit, and the young man trotted over.

"Oh!" A middle-aged man saw the young man and teased: "Dagang, here to pick up your wife again?"

"That's right." The young man, Dagang, said: "Don't we have this convenience? If I don't come to pick her up myself and spend money to take a car, wouldn't I be a fool?"

"That's right." The middle-aged man waved his hand: "I'm leaving!"

Then, Dagang greeted others warmly and took the suitcase from a woman's hand.

"Wife, let's go quickly. Looking at this weather, who knows when it might rain."

The woman looked up at the sky, nodded, and quickened her pace.

"Wife!" Dagang said with a smile: "Just now, while waiting for the train to enter the station, I met a buddy; that guy was too funny."

The woman asked curiously: "What happened?"

Dagang told the story of meeting Wang Wentian: "I have to say, that kid really has guts. Looking at the relatives he picked up, the clothes on their bodies were all patches, and one was a cripple. He actually dared to pull such a family to his side."

"I know this family." The woman said: "They were in my carriage."

"Right!" Dagang laughed inexplicably: "When he picked up the people and came over, I said if I wasn't picking up my wife, I'd give them a free ride back. Guess what he said?"

The woman asked cooperatively: "What did he say?"

Dagang couldn't help but laugh out loud again: "He said he had his own car. You tell me if that's funny or not."

The woman rolled her eyes at Dagang: "How do you know what he said wasn't true?"

Dagang curled his lip: "Listening to his accent, he's from the Northeast. Although he was wearing a suit and looked like the real deal, how could an outsider have a car in Jingcheng?"

The woman hummed: "Couldn't he be a boss or a leader?"

"Wife, have you ever seen a boss or a leader without a driver or secretary, running to the train station alone to pick someone up?"

The woman was stunned and had to admit that her husband made a lot of sense.

As the two were talking, they had already walked to the parking lot. Just then, a Mercedes-Benz drove over from the opposite side, and the two hurriedly cleared the road and stood to the side. In this era, people who drove Mercedes-Benz were truly people they couldn't afford to offend.

The Mercedes-Benz drove over slowly and actually stopped beside them, which made them very confused. Immediately after, the car window opened, and when Dagang saw the person driving, his eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.