In the living room of the Ye family, Song Yaping stood at the door, watching her baby son go upstairs in a huff. sighed, children are debts.

The person who is the most fair and reasonable outside is not ambiguous at all in front of her, and her feelings are exposed, and she will play when she says it. is thirty years old, and he doesn't have the consciousness of being filial and caring at all when his parents are old.

Who will believe it! Her son is excellent in the eyes of outsiders. Having said that, she won't say it, as a mother, what she likes to hear most is that others praise her child for being promising, whether it's true or not.

Song Yaping accepted her fate, hung up her bag, and went to wash her hands and cook a few good dishes. This is going to be changed to her husband Ye Zhiqing wants to steam pork ribs, and she follows a bunch of words, I have to work too, I am a little tired, another day. But this is her eldest son who wants to eat, and it is rare to go home, don't look at the steering wheel with her eyes just now, she still has to get off the operating table and go into the kitchen with a kitchen knife to busy. Who made her a mother!

Ye Zhiqing didn't go home for dinner. Ye Boxuan's abacus failed. He originally planned to finalize the wedding date with his parents at the dinner table, and he wanted to go back and make a marriage report. But before making a report, do you have to let the parents of both sides meet? People aren't in Kyoto, you're busy, there's no way. But the Xia family is in Kyoto, do you have to meet and communicate? He wanted to hear what day he would receive his parents next summer? What does it mean not to mention it?

Ye Boxuan's current state is the psychology of a silly boy sitting on the door, crying and shouting for a daughter-in-law. He's desperate......

Song Yaping pushed the steamed pork ribs to Ye Boxuan: "Eat it." Eat more. I made some sausages. You take it back and eat it as much as you can. The weather is hot, and it is easy to break down after a long time. ”

"Mom. When will my dad meet Xia and meet Xia's family? ”

"You don't eat or sleep, you forgot what your grandfather taught you?"

Song Yaping took the bowl and chopsticks, and began to eat without making a sound. Ye Boxuan pursed his lips and glanced at his mother a few times, but he didn't say anything to disturb the atmosphere at the dinner table.

As soon as Song Yaping's rice bowl was put down, Ye Boxuan asked, "Mom, have you discussed with my father when to meet the Xia family?" ”

Song Yaping sighed. It's endless, isn't it?

"Army Day is coming, you are busy, your father is busier than you. Don't you understand? ”

"But after a while, they will have to go back to the village. It's hard to see each other again. It's best to be sure this time. Confirm the time and let me know. ”

"You've got to let your dad meet Summer first, right? I don't have to say you, Bo Xuan......"

Before Song Yaping finished speaking, Ye Boxuan cut off: "Mom." I listen to Summer. You were nice to her the last time you saw her. The stupid girl was choked with joy. I'm stupid. She wants to know how sad you are to persuade these words.

Besides, it's funny that we always repeat the same old tune? Mom, you can calm down and observe the Xia family carefully. That family is very real.

I repeat at the end, I don't regret it. You, if you have that heart to worry about me and regret it in the future, it is better to care about my princess sister who can be a demon, it is said that not long after learning to work, I have to apply for a long vacation, because Qu Lei's annual leave has been approved. ”

"What?"

Ye Boxuan looked at the time, it was time to return to the station, it was dark and the road conditions were not good, and it was not easy to drive.

"Come on, you can slowly tangle your troubles yourself. By the way, Mom, if you talk about the wedding date when you meet, remember to move the date forward, don't delay it for a few months. I'll go first, you rest early. ”

Song Yaping was panicked by Ye Boxuan's angry heart: "You are not ashamed!" Move forward. Well? The sausage hasn't been taken yet! ”

……

When Ye Zhiqing arrived home late at night, as soon as he entered the door, he saw Song Yaping sitting on the sofa in a daze with only the lamp on.

"It's all like this, why haven't you rested yet? No surgery tomorrow? ”

"I'm so angry with your son and daughter."

"Heh, you man. The son and daughter are praised by others for their excellence, and that is like you. I'm angry with you, just like me. Come on, let's go back to bed early. Children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren, you, you just think too much. ”

Song Yaping looked up at the clock time, sighed and went upstairs. Being a mother is like this, and she doesn't feel at ease about her children.

When I was a child, I hoped that they would grow up quickly, so that they could be more relaxed, and they didn't have to hold hands everywhere. When the children are raised and look forward to growing up, the children have thoughts and their own lives, but the mother wants to hold the children's hands and sue them, what the mother said is right, you have to be obedient. But I can't control it anymore.

The old couple of the Ye family didn't say anything deeply, and each fell asleep. But there was a man in the hospital who stood by the window of the hallway, and he didn't feel sleepy.

Xia Aiguo looked up at the crescent moon hanging in the sky, and the crescent moon was also looking back at him, illuminating his deeply locked brow.

In the dormitory of the military newspaper, the draft was revised in the night battle in the summer. The dim light of the small flashlight made Zhao Ziling, who was in the same room with her, keep turning over. In the summer, try to turn the page carefully, and put the pen gently, for fear of affecting others.

She had to finish the manuscript and turn it in quickly, and do as much as she could as she could as she could. I was so busy that the sky was bright, and I sorted out four promotional manuscripts in different styles in the summer. In order to be foolproof, she was afraid that she would finally disappoint the soldiers of the mountaintop company, and she couldn't figure out the way of the directors, so she could only prepare fully.

Yawned and climbed back into bed. Before going to sleep, I still thought to myself: first, ask for leave when I deliver the manuscript; 2. Take your quilt to the hospital and put it on your brother; 3. Inquire about where there are chickens to sell and stew chicken soup for grandma; Fourth, thank you Aunt Song.

I want to thank Aunt Song...... There are other ...... It seems to be gone...... Uh, no, I have to pay back Pei Bing...... Fell asleep.

In the summer, I woke up early the next day and went to the office to wait. expects Pei Bing to be a model pacesetter to appear early, and if he can say a few words secretly, he will say two words...... Paying back the money dryly, Summer felt too ruthless and unjust.

"Pei Bing, hey, you can show up. Now, pay back your money, thank you. ”

"So fast, no need?"

"Hey, hey. Use again and speak again. Ye Boxuan is back, of course I will be able to pay you back. ”

The corners of Pei Bing's mouth pulled up a smile, his heart was a little bitter, and he said sullenly: "No wonder." Then if you have a problem in the future, you will open your mouth. ”

In summer, he looked left and right, and his little head turned over and over several times: "You have been paying attention to whether you have been followed when you have been traveling recently." The voice was as small as a mosquito humming, and he thought he was very obscure and mysterious, but in fact his expression was slightly awkward.

"Huh?"

"It's okay, it's okay. I've got to take a leave of absence. Delivery, hehe, ask for leave after handing in. See you later. "In the summer, I saw colleagues coming from afar, and I hurried away.

"Huh? Who in your family is sick? Which ward? I'll take a look. ”

Xia didn't answer, he stretched out his hand and waved it back, and he didn't know what the gesture meant, he was still saying goodbye to Pei Bing. (To be continued......)