The Zhuo family is among the third echelons in the family ranks, and it is also a famous family in Qingzhou, which is quite prestigious.

Zhuo's family was originally a village in a remote mountain village in Qingzhou, and later Zhuo Bufan's grandfather's generation came out to break through, laid some foundations, and then encountered the impact of the economic trend of reform and opening up, and finally gained a firm foothold in Qingzhou, and developed for about 60 years.

On a rural concrete road connecting to a highway in Lychee Township, a white Audi sped towards a single, two-story building.

After her mother returned to Zhuo's house, she did not live in the high-ranking valve of Zhuo's family, but chose to move out and live alone in the countryside, raising some chickens and ducks, planting a little melons and fruits, and living a quiet life.

The car was parked outside, Ye Ziqin turned to the back of the car and opened the tail box, and took out a few large bags of gift boxes, clothes, shoes, cosmetics, and supplements.

"Help me carry a few packs." Ye Ziqin took a few bags of things and handed them to Zhuo Bufan, Zhuo Bufan said, "I didn't expect you to prepare so many gifts?" ”

"You think we women are as thick as you men." Ye Ziqin smiled lightly, and walked into the courtyard with gifts in both hands.

Zhuo Bufan followed behind her, his heart beat suddenly, there was a grape trellis in the yard, a fish tank was placed underneath, there were two swimming goldfish in it, and there was a flower garden next to it, planted with a trace of flowers and plants, and blooming with gorgeous small flowers.

"Mom, I'm back." Zhuo Bufan opened his throat, but his voice suddenly choked.

Ye Ziqin glanced at Zhuo Bufan in surprise, frowned, he hadn't seen him for three months, and he didn't go home after three years, why was he so excited, only Zhuo Bufan knew in his heart that this meeting was the first time in three hundred years.

"Xiaofan is back." A familiar voice, with a soft voice, came out of the living room a middle-aged woman, thin and small, hair coiled on the top of the head, some wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, and a particularly bright smile, looking like an ordinary woman.

Zhuo Bufan's eyes were red, and he forcibly endured the tear ducts that were about to burst, trying to calm down his mood.

Zhou Biyu was naturally happy when she saw her son, but she hurriedly walked up to Ye Ziqin and complained: "Xiaofan, you don't know how to help Ye Zi mention a little more, you are a man now, and you don't know how to take care of your wife." ”

"Auntie." Ye Ziqin's face was smeared with a faint crimson, and he looked at Zhou Biyu and shouted.

"It's still called Auntie." Zhou Biyu showed a slightly unhappy look, the flush on Ye Ziqinqiao's face deepened, and a weak voice came out: "Mom." ”

"Oh, that's right, go in and sit down with Mom." Zhou Biyu took Ye Ziqin's wrist and walked directly towards the living room.

Zhuo Bufan was extremely depressed, he hadn't seen his mother for three hundred years, why did he put his own son aside, shook his head with a wry smile, and walked into the living room together.

Zhou Biyu put the gifts bought by Ye Ziqin on the cabinet, and complained while smiling: "Come back, come back, and buy so many things, and don't go to relatives' houses." ”

"This is a little bit of Xiaofan and my heart, Auntie, how about you try this skirt, as well as the Chanel cosmetics I bought for you and some sea cucumbers and angelica, you have time to get them yourself to eat and replenish your body." Ye Ziqin sat beside Zhou Biyu and said with a smile.

Zhou Biyu looked at the tag labels of those clothes and cosmetics, frowned and said: "A set of skirts actually costs 10,000 yuan, it's too expensive, I can't ask for ......."

Zhuo Bufan felt a little sad in his heart, his mother had been used to a hard life all her life, and some clothes were given to her by her aunt before, and she was reluctant to wear them.

"Mom, the clothes that Ye Zi bought for you are also her heart, you don't want to, let her return them, it's very troublesome." Zhuo Bufan opened his mouth to help.

Zhou Biyu finally accepted the new skirt and said, "Don't buy such an expensive thing next time." ”

Ye Ziqin stood up and said, "Auntie...... Mother...... I'll go to the kitchen to help you make some food, and you can chat with Xiaofan. ”

The two must have a lot to say after not seeing each other for three months, Ye Ziqin didn't bother the two of them, and took the initiative to go to the kitchen.

Zhuo Bufan looked at his mother, who already had crow's feet on her sideburns and eyes, and said with a solemn look on her face: "Mom, I will definitely not disappoint you when I come back this time." ”

Zhou Biyu, who was gesturing with a new skirt on her body, heard her son's words, looked at his strange appearance, frowned, and said in a stern tone: "Did you fail the college entrance examination, I'm afraid that I will scold you." ”

"Mom, where do you want to go, I played very well in this college entrance examination, no problem." Zhuo Bufan said helplessly.

"You, you." Zhou Biyu looked at his son, and tapped his finger on his forehead, although there was some blame, but his eyes were full of love, and he knew his son's achievements.

Since the matter between him and Chen Qingai in junior high school was known to the whole school, Zhuo Bufan, who had always been among the best in his academic performance, became depressed, and his grades in high school fell sharply, ranking at the bottom of the school, but Zhou Biyu didn't blame him, Zhuo Bufan now said that his college entrance examination results were good, and Zhou Biyu only thought he was comforting himself.

Zhou Biyu put down the skirt in her hand, looked at Zhuo Bufan with some guilt and said: "Xiaofan, if it weren't for my mother's lack of ability, and the incident that caused you and Xiao Ai to get into trouble with the school, your grades would not have dropped so quickly......

"Mom, don't talk about it, I've let go of the past, let's live a good life in the future." Zhuo Bufan had a sunny smile on his face.

When she came back this time, Zhou Biyu looked at the familiar son in front of her, and felt that Zhuo Bufan had something else, and she didn't know what it was.

"Since you let it go, you can live a good life with Ye Zi in the future, and when you go to college, you can put the matter of having children on the agenda, so that the mother will already hold her grandson." Zhou Biyu's brain circuit took a big turn.

Zhuo Bufan smiled bitterly: "Mom, I ......"

At this moment, three men with arm tattoos and big gold chains suddenly came from outside the small courtyard of his house, scolding and scolding:

"Stinky Sanba, hurry up and give us the rent, otherwise Lao Tzu will burn down your house." A man with dyed yellow hair shouted swearing.

Zhou Biyu's face suddenly became a little more flustered, and she still said with a smile on her face: "Xiaofan, you go to the kitchen to help Ye Zi, mother goes out to take a look, it's okay." ”

Zhuo Bufan looked at the three men standing in the courtyard, all of them were in their early thirties, their eyes exuded endless chills, and they clenched their fists hard, in this life, who dares to humiliate their mother, there is only one result, no mercy!

(End of chapter)