Ever since father fell ill, Ye Ling felt as though the ti she spent with him was becoming increasingly scarce. So, she no longer avoided coming ho rely because she didn’t want to see mother. "Dad, I think it would be better to get an apartnt. Ye Qian and I can’t both rush ho on the sa day, so we can each stay in our own room. Even if we happen to co back at the sa ti, it wouldn’t be a problem. You can set up two beds in the apartnt. Although the one-story house is spacious, we have to warm it ourselves during the winter. An apartnt is more convenient to live in, and you wouldn’t need to get up early to light the fire."
Relying on mother to get up and light the stove? Ye Ling didn’t believe it at all. At that ti, the chores would inevitably fall on father, and with his health condition, it was better for him to do fewer tasks.
Ye Ling continued, "Dad, I know you were thinking about , but you know how little ti I can spend at ho once I start working at the company. Your health is more important; the one-story house isn’t warm enough. Just get an apartnt, don’t always worry about . I used to be a kid who didn’t know any better and only thought about myself. Over the past few years, I’ve realized I was too willful. Also, when we were in the big courtyard, didn’t I get bullied at ho?"
Ye He Ping saw his daughter persuading him and couldn’t help but smile. He sighed and said, "You’ve grown up, now you think about your dad. Okay, I’ll listen to you. We’ll get an apartnt."
Ye Ling finally smiled, "That’s better. Now nothing else matters; your health is the most important."
By the ti the father and daughter arrived ho, it was already noon. However, during winter in the north, families typically have two als, so when they entered the house, it was quite deserted. He Ping directly took his daughter to the West Room, where the bed was still warm. There were clean quilts neatly folded at the end of the bed. Although the room was simple, the bed was right next to the window, giving the room a bright feel.
"Your mom is in the East Room, I’ll go call her to make lunch." He Ping settled his daughter and was about to head to the East Room.
Ye Ling noticed her father didn’t look well, "Dad, just sit here; I’ll cook. I’m on holiday, so it doesn’t matter who cooks. When you’re not ho, even if you ask to cook, I won’t do it."
After speaking, she winked at her father.
He Ping’s bad mood lightened up, "Your mother just gets more confused as she grows older. I took ti off specially to pick you up today and told her to prepare so good food early, but look, the pot at ho is cold. She doesn’t care about what I say, nor does she think about you as her daughter. It doesn’t bother you, but it makes feel bad."
"Dad, hasn’t it always been this way over the years? I don’t care; don’t let it upset you. No matter how much she looks down on , haven’t I been doing just fine?" Ye Ling rummaged through her bag and said, "Dad, this is the sweater I knitted for you, made during weekends when I had ti off."
He Ping happily tried it on directly, "The size is just right."
Ye Ling glanced at it and felt the sweater seed a bit loose. She had asured it according to the size of her father’s old clothes, but now she realized he had lost weight.
He Ping didn’t take it off, "I’ll wear it. Tomorrow I’ll show the people at work; her handiwork is impressive."
Speaking, he pulled so money out from his jacket pocket and handed two hundred to his daughter, "This is dad’s money; take it."
"Dad, how do you have so much money?" Ye Ling swept a glance at her father’s hand — there was still at least over a hundred there.
Her father’s salary was only thirty or forty yuan a month. These three hundred yuan didn’t even include pocket money, no way to earn that in six months.
"It’s from my salary. I’m a senior manager now, and I earn forty-five yuan a month, plus a fifteen yuan allowance. It totals fifty yuan. I eat lunch at work, so there aren’t many expenses." He Ping smiled, "I also know that back when I was hospitalized, you accepted one hundred and fifty yuan from Zhao Guodong. You gave him back a hundred and kept fifty for yourself."
"Dad, better keep this money for yourself. In case you feel unwell and need dicine, I will repay Zhao Guodong myself. I haven’t spent this half year’s allowance; it’s all saved." Ye Ling pushed the money back, refusing to take it. (To be continued. If you like this work, please vote for it on Qidian [qidian] with recomndation votes, monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian to read.)
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