Chapter 94 Familiar Painting Style "I know, why are you rushing me?" Ding Jiahui grumbled, feeling that she was wronged. She was helping Xu Qingzhou, but he complained that they were walking too slowly. After Song Yao and Ding Jiahui picked up their luggage, they walked out of the airport. From a distance, they saw Song Shisong waiting at the door. "Dad~" "Uncle Song." Xu Qingzhou greeted a few people. Song Shisong looked at Xu Qingzhou as he helped his daughter push the suitcase. Oh, the clothes in their hands seemed to be of similar styles. To use the popular term nowadays, it is called couple outfits. His eyes were somewhat complicated. The cabbage he had worked so hard to grow was taken away just like that. "Xiao Xu, please take care of Song Yao during this period."
Guo Ziyang looked at Song Shisong who was very enthusiastic about Xu Qingzhou, and felt a pang of jealousy in his heart. The other person had already met his parents and even obtained their approval, but he had a long way to go. "Uncle Song, you're too polite. Most of the time, it's Song Yao who takes care of me." Xu Qingzhou shook his head. Song Shisong smiled. He really liked Xu Qingzhou's steady and mature personality. He looked at Ding Jiahui and Guo Ziyang beside him and said, "Let's go. The car is outside and I can't stay for too long." Everyone stuffed the suitcases into the car, Song Yao sat in the passenger seat, and Xu Qingzhou and the other three sat in the back seat. 40 minutes later, Xu Qingzhou got off the bus at the gate of Wutong Community. Looking at Song Shisong's car disappearing at the end of the street, Xu Qingzhou withdrew his gaze and strode towards the community. "Hey, our top scholar is back." "Hey, it's National Day holiday, Uncle Zhang, are you on duty today?" Xu Qingzhou greeted the old man at the door, walked through the quiet path, and came to the front of a familiar building. He suddenly felt a little emotional. He had been going to school for a month, but it felt like he had just left yesterday. Click~ Just as Xu Qingzhou was lamenting the passing of time, the sound of a door opening was heard in the corridor. "This kid just sent a message saying he would be here soon," Ms. Wang muttered. When she went out, she saw her son standing outside the corridor. She said unhappily, "What are you doing standing there?" "Mom~" Xu Qingzhou shouted and walked over. Wang Xiaping took the computer bag from Xu Qingzhou and said, "Come in quickly, the food is getting cold." In the living room, Xu Shouyun was watching a football game, and the table was full of dishes. "Lao Xu, stop looking and bring out the ribs stewing in the kitchen." "Mom, there are so many, how can I finish them all by myself?" “Eat as much as you can.” The family of three quickly gathered around the dining table. Of course, only Xu Qingzhou ate while the other two watched. "At school, what I miss most is the food my mom cooked."
"Here, another piece of pork chop." Wang Xiaping picked up food for her son. She used to find her son annoying and thought he would be free after he finished college. But now she can't see him anymore and she feels uncomfortable. For example, eating with three people and eating with two people are really different. "This is your first time living on campus. Are you used to staying in school?" Xu Shouyun asked. “It’s a habit, and it’s very rewarding.” Xu Qingzhou told Xu Shouyun about school events and said that he participated in a project taught by the Physics Department. "You can participate in those projects?" Wang Xiaping was stunned. What kind of project was it to improve MRI? It required various experiments. She began to worry. Although she didn't know how her son's genes had split, he was still a freshman after all. What if he didn't do it right and broke something? "Son, that thing has radiation, you still have to take precautions." "Mom, ours is different from the one in the hospital. It's not that exaggerated." Xu Qingzhou laughed. There is a huge generation gap between different generations in the way they understand and think about problems. For example, things that Xu Qingzhou finds very interesting or funny at his age may not be interesting to Wang Xiaping and others, and may even dampen their enthusiasm. In the past, after Xu Qingzhou discovered this phenomenon, he basically never mentioned work when he got home. I thought they wouldn't understand even if I told them. The old couple seemed to realize that he didn't want to talk about work, so they stopped asking. Later, they spoke more cautiously and just asked him if he had eaten or something like that. Looking back now, he felt that he was extremely wrong. It didn't matter whether he understood or not. They wanted to infer whether he was living a good life based on his work. "That's right, don't worry about it for nothing. They have such a big team, don't they know more than you do?" Xu Shouyun, who was watching the game, added that he was very relieved about his son. Wang Xiaping was unhappy and glared at Xu Shouyun: "What do you mean I worry about nothing? I worry about everything at home. Humph~ I don't know who it is, he went out to buy vegetables and called me to ask me." Xu Shouyun knew that he had said the wrong thing, but he had experience with this and decided to remain silent. Looking at the couple opposite him, Xu Qingzhou felt inexplicably warm in his heart. It was still a familiar scene. Seeing that Xu Shouyun stopped talking, Wang Xiaping snorted coldly, took a clean bowl, and served Xu Qingzhou a bowl of pork rib soup. Xu Qingzhou took it, drank a sip, and said happily: "It's still more comfortable at home." "If you like it, eat more." After that, Wang Xiaping narrowed her eyes and looked at Xu Qingzhou, and said in a deep voice: "How are you and Xiaoyao?" "What do you mean?" Xu Qingzhou pretended not to understand and complained in his heart, what a joke his mom was, she was still the same as before, worrying about his partner when he was only a freshman in college. Although he was indeed a bachelor for more than 30 years in his previous life. It seems that my mother has a keen eye and can see that he will remain single. Wang Xiaping glared at Xu Qingzhou and said, "Stop talking nonsense. It's just about feelings." "No." Xu Qingzhou said while eating, "We are just pure friends." "Is there really nothing?" Wang Xiaping asked with a frown.
"No." Xu Qingzhou held the soup bowl, "Mom, give me another bowl of soup." "Scoop it yourself." Wang Xiaping felt that Xu Qingzhou was too disappointing. He had such a good girl by his side, but they were just friends? Xu Qingzhou felt a little helpless, thinking that his mother changed her attitude too quickly. It wasn't even a day yet, but she already started to dislike him. After dinner, Xu Qingzhou wanted to wash the dishes, but Wang Xiaping stopped him, saying that he had just caught a flight and asked him to have a good rest. Everyone sat in the living room watching TV again. At 12:30 in the evening, Xu Qingzhou returned to the bedroom he had not seen for a long time. Compared with a month ago, the small bedroom has not changed much. The comic books I once collected, the Changhong sword that glows at night, and the books I read during my three years of high school are all there. By the way, there are two more bags of rice and a barrel of oil. Needless to say, you know they are distributed by the unit. It's only been a month, and it's already beginning to look like a storage room. Xu Qingzhou smiled and shook his head, then took out the computer, documents, and manuscripts from his bag. (End of this chapter)
