Who wants to take the civil service exam after being reborn?

Chapter 565 The Second Side of Mid-Autumn Festival
This was Song Shiwei's first time visiting her boyfriend's home. She knew of this old neighborhood before, but hadn't paid much attention to it.

After following Aunt Mao into the house, the first thing you see is a shoe cabinet with some paint chips.

The shoes weren't arranged as neatly as they would be in one's own home, as if there was a faint sense of constraint even in one's soul.

Although Aunt Mao's shoes weren't exactly a mess, they were still rather casual, and no one bothered to fix them when they were misplaced.

The living room furniture is a bit old, and the two dented outlines on the sofa indicate that a couple often sits here, watching TV and chatting.

The sofas in the Pearl River Imperial View penthouse are more expensive, and the TV screens are larger, but apart from Chinese New Year, it seems that no one is willing to sit there.

A faint smell of cooking oil can be detected, like the smell of smoke and fumes left on the wall that can't be wiped off no matter how hard you try.

Song Shiwei liked this place.

"Hello, Xiao Song."

At this moment, Chen Peisong brought out a bowl of soup from the kitchen and said with a smile, "This is a freshly made Poria cocos soup for clearing heat and removing dampness. The weather has been hot lately, so drink some to cool down."

Old Chen is quite easygoing in appearance, with a chubby and round figure, and he doesn't have much of the so-called "official airs" about him.

This is related to his long time at the grassroots level; when dealing with disputes among ordinary people, he naturally had to integrate himself into the community.

"Good~"

Song Shiwei responded with a soft sound, which was her usual tone.

Later, she probably realized that she couldn't be as brief as usual, since this was in front of her boyfriend's parents.

So she put down the wine and lotus seed paste mooncakes in her hands, lowered her eyes, and said softly, "These are from home... um... Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, Uncle and Aunt..."

Song Shiwei is really not good at interpersonal relationships. She is not afraid of negotiation and competition in the business world, and she believes that being ruthless is just normal capital operation.

Just observe calmly and deal with it indifferently.

However, when facing elders, neighbors, or teachers, and talking about everyday family matters, she becomes a little "timid".

She's someone who likes to keep her feelings hidden deep inside, and those mundane family chatter always leave her at a loss. She might occasionally chime in, but she can never find the right words to express herself.

Mao Xiaoqin could roughly see the stumbles and bumps in this aloof girl's body, and felt a little sorry for her and a little amused.

She sighed and said, "You're already here, why bring any gifts? Let's have some soup first."

Song Shiwei obediently sat at the dining table and picked up the soup spoon to scoop up small sips.

It was indeed freshly cooked; it felt slightly warm to the touch.

Mr. and Mrs. Chen remained silent, and for a moment the only sound in the living room was the clinking of spoons against the wall.

After a while, Song Shiwei seemed a little flustered by being looked at. Mao Xiaoqin thought to herself that this girl didn't know anything and was still foolishly coming over to deliver mooncakes.

But the more I thought about it, the more guilty I felt.

Although Chen Zhe ultimately initiated the breakup, Mao Xiaoqin felt that she could at least offer some encouragement to prevent Mao from getting too deeply involved.

So, Dr. Mao forced a smile and asked kindly, "Is it alright?"

"Hmm~"

Song Shi nodded slightly.

The taste was indeed quite good. Her nanny is very good at making soup, and I didn't expect this bowl to be just as good.

“Your Uncle Chen’s cooking skills were honed through practice. Before, when I was busy at work, he would come home early to cook for me and Chen Zhe.”

Mao Xiaoqin started chatting, as if she were keeping Song Shiwei company.

In reality, she subtly hinted at it:

"But Chen Zhe is different; he's not as focused on his family as his father."

"When I was a kid, I liked to stay in my room. Look, it's the bedroom with the Jordan poster on it. I would only come out when it was time to eat."

“If neither his father nor I are home, he can only cook instant noodles; he doesn’t even know how to chop vegetables.”

Mao Xiaoqin meant to express that her son was ignorant about farming and physically inactive, and that his sense of family might not be very strong, so she was worried that he wouldn't be able to take good care of her in the future.

Chen Peisong understood, and although it seemed to break his promise to his son, he said nothing.

However, Song Shiwei didn't recognize it.

She is now visiting her boyfriend's parents as his "girlfriend," which is a happy and novel thing in itself.

The unspoken meanings hidden in everyday conversations, enhanced by the romantic relationship, all become the heart-pounding surprises in the sweet adventure of "meeting the parents."

“He rarely tells me about these embarrassing things from his childhood.”

Song Shiwei replied softly.

"Forehead……"

Mao Xiaoqin was taken aback, thinking to herself, "I wasn't talking about his embarrassing moments."

Dr. Mao glanced at her husband and continued, "So what do you usually talk about when you chat?"

Song Shiwei thought for a moment: "I'm planning to invest in a company recently, so we've been talking a lot about work."

"Oh."

Empress Dowager Mao thought to herself, "Chen is two-timing, and he must be very good at sweet-talking people besides his work. Why not give him a hint in that regard?"

“Weiwei, I think that you can’t judge a man by what he says, but by what he does.”

Mao Xiaoqin then told another story: "There was a young man in the hospital who had a girlfriend who kept saying 'I love you' all the time, but she didn't really mean it. In the end, she felt that he was just all talk and broke up with him."

Song Shiwei glanced at Dr. Mao.

Mao Xiaoqin thought the girl understood what she meant.

In fact, this is Song Shiwei's perspective on the issue:

"Aunt Mao is worried that we don't communicate enough, and that problems might arise in the end?"

"So you're reminding me to pay less attention to what Chen Zhe says and more to what he actually does?"

To dispel her elders' unfounded worries, Song Shiwei mustered her courage and said shyly, "I know what Auntie means. Chen has been very good to me in his actions. He transferred the shares of that game company in Shanghai directly to my name."

Mao Xiaoqin fell silent for a moment.

You probably don't understand what I mean.

But this girl has disrupted her entire rhythm, and she needs to reorganize.

Just then, my phone suddenly rang with the lyrics, "No matter how time flies, I only care about you..."

Mao Xiaoqin glanced at the phone in the window.

At this moment, she didn't want to pay any attention to her son, so she simply hung up and asked about something else: "Weiwei, I heard Chairman Song mention before that you plan to study abroad?"

Mao Xiaoqin inquired, "When are you planning to go out?"

Dr. Mao thought that if Song Shiwei went away, the two would be separated by thousands of miles, and their feelings might fade.

However, looking at her aunt's serious face, Song Shiwei seemed very worried that the relationship would end after she went abroad.

So Song Shiwei put down her spoon and explained, "That was a plan my mother made for me. I won't go abroad, and she won't ask me to do that anymore."

"……oh."

Chen Peisong and his wife exchanged a glance.

My perception has become skewed again. Why can't we just be on the same wavelength?

Mao Xiaoqin gestured for her husband to ask a question.

Old Chen didn't say anything. "You women can talk about this. I'll talk to Chen about it when he gets home."

"No matter how time flies by, I only care about you..."

The phone rang again.

Mao Xiaoqin found that it was still logged in, but she was a little irritated at the moment, so she turned it off again.

"Time flies..."

Ring again.

Press again.

Finally, Dr. Mao let out a long sigh of relief. Since "playing the drum on the sidelines" had not achieved the goal, it was time to "strike the hammer."

Of course, we can't break the drum too easily. Mao Xiaoqin also felt that it was best for the two people involved to make the decision to break up themselves. No one else should do it for them.

"We older generation don't want to interfere too much in your relationships, young people. Whether you're happy or unhappy, it's up to you..."

As Mao Xiaoqin spoke, she observed the little girl's expression.

In reality, if parents genuinely approve of the relationship, they will usually express more positive affirmation and blessings, at least reminding you to "behave less, avoid arguing, and communicate more" and so on.

Instead of simply emphasizing "we don't interfere," the subtext of this statement is "we don't approve, but we can't directly say we oppose it."

However, Song, the school beauty, had long been under the control of Professor Lu and the oppressive family environment. Even her mealtimes were restricted, let alone any romantic opportunities.

Even for a birthday celebration, I have to go through all the trouble of traveling to Shanghai.

Therefore, Song Shiwei felt tolerance, freedom, and respect from Aunt Mao's words.

"We will get along well."

Song Shiwei took the tissue Mao Xiaoqin handed her, wiped her mouth, and gave her elder a promise with a serious expression.

"Ah."

Mao Xiaoqin nodded expressionlessly.

She had no idea which parallel universe this girl had interpreted her words into.

It was as if all my reminders had become encouragement for their relationship.

It's quite frustrating. Maybe I should just quit being a doctor and become a mediator at a matchmaking agency.

Actually, during this time, Chen Peisong's phone, which was charging in the bedroom, was also buzzing, but he was drawn to the conversation in the living room.

"Jingle Bell!!!"

Then, the landline phone in the living room suddenly started ringing loudly.

All three of them were a little startled. Since the widespread use of PHS (Personal Handyphone System) mobile phones, the landline at home had become almost useless.

The last time the phone rang, it seemed to be because the police station had arranged to come to my door for a population census.

Chen Peisong walked over and answered the phone: "Hello, who is this... What? Oh, okay... Okay, okay, I'll get there as soon as possible..."

After hanging up the phone, even Old Chen, who was used to seeing all sorts of things, seemed to have a hint of panic in his eyes.

He sat on the sofa next to the landline phone, seemingly trying to calm himself down.

Mao Xiaoqin noticed her husband's unusual behavior and asked, "Whose call was that?"

"It's that guy..."

Chen Peisong's expression returned to normal, and he said with a smile, "Old Hou from the neighborhood is planning to come over."

"Is it Old Hou from the Industry and Commerce Bureau?"

Mao Xiaoqin was a little puzzled: "Didn't he transfer to another district? We don't usually keep in touch. What's he doing here now?"

At this moment, Song Shiwei had finished drinking a bowl of Poria cocos soup for clearing heat and removing dampness. Hearing that guests were coming, she stood up to leave.

"Are you leaving now?"

Mao Xiaoqin not only felt that she hadn't finished speaking, but also felt a little reluctant to part.

She still liked the little girl very much, even though when they talked, she would talk about her own things while I talked about mine.

"There will be other opportunities next time. Maybe they have something else to do."

Chen Peisong hurriedly brought out two boxes of tea and mooncakes from the storage room: "Xiao Song, please give our regards to Chairman Song and Professor Lu, and wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and a happy family reunion."

Watching her husband forcefully "drive" her away, Mao Xiaoqin asked in confusion after Song Shiwei left, "What happened?"

Chen Peisong wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Did you forget? Xiao Yu is coming over this afternoon too. I kept calling you but you didn't answer, so I called the landline. Judging by the time, Yu Xuan should be almost at the entrance of the community."

Mao Xiaoqin then realized that the landline call earlier wasn't made by Lao Hou. Because she wasn't answering the phone, Chen had no choice but to call the landline.

Mao Xiaoqin suddenly felt a bit scared. It was only because her husband remained calm in the face of danger that she realized what had happened. If the two girls had run into each other at home, it would have been impossible to explain.

Even so, they'll most likely bump into each other in the neighborhood.

"I was so engrossed in talking that I forgot to check the time."

Empress Dowager Mao said with self-reproach.

"Don't rush, let's see if there's anything that hasn't been tidied up yet."

Chen Peisong took the soup bowl that Song Shiwei had just drunk from back to the kitchen and pushed the chair further inside.

Mao Xiaoqin went to the balcony, but couldn't see the direction of the community gate. She could only silently pray that she wouldn't run into them...

Backfired.

The North Courtyard of East Lake is not large and has only one gate.

Song Shiwei was carrying tea and mooncakes when she was about 30 meters away from the door when she suddenly saw a girl with long, honey-brown hair and an oval face just coming in.

She was also carrying some things in her hands, not the usual gift boxes of cigarettes, alcohol, and tea, but more like food she had cooked herself.

The girl with the oval face looked up and saw Song Shiwei.

"is her?"

The two of them simultaneously raised this question.

The distance of 30 meters was getting closer and closer, but this time, there was no beautiful long hair blowing in the wind, nor the dreamy swaying of the skirt.

There was only astonishment at the "extreme coincidence," and a slight sense of panic.

How could it be such a coincidence?

If we bump into each other at the airport, that's fine.

You can even run into this obscure old neighborhood.

It seems that everyone had the same idea: "Her itinerary back to Guangzhou is the same as mine."

Song Shi hesitated for a moment, wondering whether she should say hello.

Yu Xian was more direct. She considered asking Song Shiwei why she came here, but felt it would be too abrupt.

Hesitating like this, the two brushed past each other.

This time, it was Sweet Sister who nodded first in a friendly manner, and the straightforward Cosplay Sister subconsciously responded with a smile, but both of them were clearly a little absent-minded.

In the end, the Sichuan girl couldn't hide her feelings.

After walking a few steps, she felt a strange sense of unease and restlessness, so she decided to ask for clarification.

But when he turned his head, he saw Song Shiwei get into a car and drive away slowly in the sunset.

Am I being a little paranoid?

Yu Xuan shook his head, dismissing the thought.

But the panic that suddenly surged up just now felt so real.

In the Volvo, Professor Lu drove while glancing at his daughter's expression out of the corner of his eye. He asked with concern, "What's wrong? Did you not have a good talk with Chen's parents?"

"pretty good."

Song Shiwei said.

"Then why do you look so unhappy?"

Professor Lu asked.

"No."

Song Shiwei shook her head, fastened her seatbelt with a "click," stared out the window for a moment, then took out her phone and sent a message to Chen Zhe.

Song Shiwei: I've already met your uncle and aunt.

Chen Zhe: Okay, thank you for visiting them on my behalf.

Song Shiwei: When I came out just now, I saw someone. Her name is Yu Xian, do you remember her?

This was Song Shiwei's hesitation when they first met at the airport, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

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