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

Chapter 567 Mid-Autumn Festival: Family Reunion

"A classmate."

Yu Xian had no idea that Song Shiwei had been sitting in this living room drinking soup just half an hour earlier.

She further explained, "You and Uncle Chen have also met Song Shiwei, the school beauty of our high school."

"Oh……"

At this moment, Mao Xiaoqin finally understood her son's nervousness.

Normally, she should have first tried to recall "Song Shiwei," but Dr. Mao was too nervous and asked directly, "Did you say anything?"

Fortunately, Xianmei didn't care about these details.

She shook her head and said, "No, but I wanted to call out to her and ask what she was doing in this neighborhood, but she just got in her car and left."

That short sentence gave Empress Dowager Mao a rollercoaster-like thrill.

However, judging from Xianmei'er's tone, she seemed to regret "letting Song Shiwei go".

This made Mao Xiaoqin even more apprehensive, always feeling that she might be exposed at any moment.

From a parent's perspective, it's normal for children to date and break up as they grow up; these are all acceptable.

What's most unacceptable is that while he wasn't dating anyone, he was also maintaining a relationship with someone else.

The current situation even makes Dr. Mao think that Chen should simply stop being with Yu Xian, so that this silly girl won't get hurt the most in the end.

"Xianmei'er".

Mao Xiaoqin composed herself and suddenly called out.

"What's the matter, Auntie?"

Yu Xian turned his head to look over.

"Has Chen ever made you angry, to the point where you really wanted to break up?"

Mao Xiaoqin probed the question by taking eighteen detours.

"Hmm... I do get very angry sometimes, but I don't want to break up."

The Sichuan girl pouted and said, "Although Chen is smart, he can be very stubborn at times. You can't reason with him, so I get so angry that I don't want to talk to him."

"How long does it usually last?"

Mao Xiaoqin asked with a smile. Chatting with Yu Xuan was much more relaxed because this girl was straightforward and said whatever came to mind.

No wonder her son used to call her "stupid beauty".

"It takes about three or four hours... Usually, he takes the initiative to contact me, and I take the opportunity to make up with him."

When talking about their daily interactions, Yu Xuan couldn't help but laugh, her laughter as clear as a wind chime swaying under the eaves.

"It's only this short."

Mao Xiaoqin pouted and said, "When I argue with his dad, we have to give each other the silent treatment for a whole day."

Old Chen patted his belly, wondering why he was talking about these things in front of the younger generation.

"Wu Yu always says it's too short, humph!"

Xianmei gave a cute "humph": "She always laughs at me for falling in love too quickly and too deeply."

Dr. Mao couldn't help but chuckle: "So, do you think it's fast?"

"do not think so!"

The Sichuan girl said without hesitation, "I've never been in a relationship before. Suddenly I met a boy who touched me. I like him, and he likes me too. We're each other's first love. Isn't this the best kind of fate?"

"Therefore, I believe that being fearless and reckless is the right attitude towards dating."

Fish opened her bright, sparkling eyes, like tiny starlight in the sky, and said expectantly, "Marriage is a natural outcome."

Mao Xiaoqin choked, then hurriedly drank two mouthfuls of soup: "I knew you wouldn't break up with Chen Zhe."

"We broke up, so I'm going to become a nun."

The fish said pitifully.

"Cough cough cough..."

Empress Dowager Mao nearly spat out her soup. Choking on it, she scolded, half-laughing and half-crying, "What nonsense are you spouting, you little brat?"

“That’s right.”

Xianmei said matter-of-factly, "Anyway, this is what I think: if you've been in a serious relationship and then broke up, it's hard to like someone else afterward." "Is that so?"

Mao Xiaoqin seemed lost in thought. She and her husband were each other's first love, so it was hard for them to understand their son's current behavior.

So, Yu Xian started telling his "mother-in-law" a lot of wisdom: "It's like an essay that's almost finished, but the teacher says the handwriting is messy and you have to tear it up and rewrite it. Even though I can still remember the beginning and the content, I'm too lazy to write it again because I spent all my energy and enthusiasm on the first essay. It was only missing the ending, but I have to start all over again."

"So you're going to become a nun?"

Dr. Mao reached out and pinched Yu Xuan's cheek, saying affectionately, "Don't worry, Auntie won't let you become a nun."

Despite saying that, Mao Xiaoqin thought of Song Shiwei again.

Although this girl is quiet and reserved, she is very devoted to her son. We can't very well let her become a nun.

Despite it being a joyous Mid-Autumn Festival, Empress Dowager Mao couldn't feel happy at all.

After finishing her soup, Yu Xian sat for a while longer before deciding to go home.

Because there are more people over at Zhusigang, including not only Grandma, Lao Yu, and Professor Guan.

Also present were Tong Lan, the principal of the art academy, who had been summoned, and Tang Xiangyue and her daughter, who shamelessly joined in the fun.

With the "core figure" Xianmei'er absent, everyone feels a little uneasy.

"Are you leaving already? Old Chen, grab a bag and pack the lotus root slices."

Mao Xiaoqin felt a little regretful. Song Shiwei had left in such a hurry that she hadn't had time to take anything with her. This time, she was determined not to leave anything behind for Xianmei.

Yu Xian rested her chin on her hand, watching with delight as golden lotus root slices were placed into a bag, while inviting Mr. and Mrs. Chen to join them for some hairy crabs.

This wasn't the first time they'd been invited, but Mr. and Mrs. Chen had declined each time.

Even if this young couple were married, there's no reason for them to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival at someone else's house.

However, after this lively and sweet "daughter-in-law" left, the house suddenly became unusually quiet.

It was as if the bustling city had dispersed, and the voices that had been crowding together just moments before had now turned into a lonely, cool breeze that was whistling through my heart.

Seeing his wife's sudden dejected expression, Old Chen sat down beside her and carefully tidied her loose hair: "What's wrong? Let's just have something to eat tonight and then watch the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala."

"Old Chen."

Dr. Mao leaned gently on her husband's shoulder: "Right now, I feel like two big chunks have been ripped out of my heart, leaving an empty void that I don't know how to fill."

"Uh-huh?"

Chen Peisong nodded at first, then paused, "Why are there two pieces? You can't change your stance, otherwise how can you manage Chen? Monogamy is the basic marriage system in our country."

"Ugh! I know."

Mao Xiaoqin playfully hit her husband's shoulder and said with a hint of grievance, "I just think that Xianmei is really nice, and Weiwei is quite pitiful..."

As she spoke, Dr. Mao wiped away her tears twice: "They didn't even take the lotus root slices with them."

Chen Peisong's mouth moved slightly. Given Xiao Song's family circumstances, could she be considered "pitiful"?

Lotus root sandwiches aren't exactly expensive.

You're just feeling sorry for her.

Old Chen wanted to remind his wife not to let her compassion exceed the bounds of reason, but looking at his wife's gentle and weak appearance, he was the first to feel compassion.

Forget it.

What else can I do?
Soon, the moon, like a silver platter, slowly rose.

Unfortunately, the city lights were too dazzling, obscuring its gentle glow. A few fireworks suddenly burst from some corner, becoming the lively notes in this Mid-Autumn Festival.

Chen Peisong and Mao Xiaoqin snuggled together on the sofa as usual, watching the gala.

Xianmei from Zhusigang is cutting mooncakes for everyone one by one.

Despite his busy work schedule, Song Zuomin finally managed to rush home and have a warm dinner with his wife and daughter.

Chen was clearly drunk at the Hong Kong Garrison. As he was being helped back, he loudly sang, "The little yellow flower of the story, has been drifting since the year I was born..."

The moon is bright, the moon is round.

Mid-Autumn Festival is a time for family reunions.

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