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

Chapter 693 As long as you're still here tomorrow, that's enough.
Even though there was an extra woman with trembling breasts during dinner, it wasn't awkward.

The reactions of everyone were quite interesting, reflecting their attitudes toward the "Chest Fluttering Sister" and their "personal cultivation."

My maternal grandparents would just sit there eating, holding their bowls. They ate very little and didn't really pay attention to the conversations of the younger generation at the table.

The eldest uncle and his wife, the second uncle and his wife, are a bit of a "show-off".

They all seemed to like Huang Cancan very much. Perhaps it was because she embodied a vibrant and abundant life force, foreshadowing "many children and many blessings" and "a prosperous family."

Therefore, my two maternal uncles often told jokes that they thought were very funny.

Actually, these jokes are all old. It's not like Sister Chest Trembling is a newbie to computers. How could she not have heard these well-worn jokes?

But she still gave me face, and each time she would laugh along as if she were hearing it for the first time.

Chen's toes were so embarrassed that they almost dug out a three-bedroom apartment.

These middle-aged men's desire to show off is hopeless.

The eldest and second aunts kept serving Huang Cancan food, showing their enthusiasm and directness, and expressing their liking for Sister Chest Trembling without any reservations.

Chen Peisong and Mao Xiaoqin, the biological parents, maintained a polite yet somewhat distant relationship.

They occasionally inquired about Huang Cancan's work, but didn't delve into her family background.

"I've met Xue Ying once before, among the leaders and hosts of your station."

Chen Peisong mentioned a mutual acquaintance: "She once attended a gala at the municipal party committee, and her hosting style was quite composed."

"Sister Ying is the star of our TV station. She was once awarded one of the top ten TV program hosts in the country."

Huang Cancan said with self-deprecation, "I feel like I'll never catch up to her professional level in this lifetime."

Chen Peisong smiled and said gently, "Everyone has their own path; just play to your strengths."

"Xiao Huang, what are your career plans for the future?"

Mao Xiaoqin also chimed in casually.

"Um……"

Huang Cancan thought for a moment, she could actually boast a bit more, or describe it in a more ambitious way.

However, after a moment's thought, he honestly replied, "For now, I just want to focus on doing a good job with the shows I have on."

Mao Xiaoqin used serving chopsticks to pick up a piece of fish and said calmly, "It's good that you can stay calm. Many young people nowadays are too impetuous. The fact that you can calm down and do the thing in front of you well is the most valuable composure."

Sister Chest Trembling put the fish into her mouth and chewed it gently.

Uncle Chen and Aunt Mao are both very good at talking, so I don't know their true attitude.

But ever since she entered Chen Zhe's house, whether she was chatting with her grandparents in the living room or talking with her uncle and aunt at the table, Huang Cancan always answered honestly whenever they asked.

Graduated from an ordinary university, with mediocre job skills, terrible housework abilities, and a "laissez-faire" attitude towards life...

I know this isn't endearing, but I just don't want to lie to them.

Because lying to them is like lying to "Dad".

But won't they look down on me because of this?

"Aunt Mao."

Huang Cancan hesitated for a moment, then asked somewhat nervously, "Is it not good for me to live like this?"

The dining table fell silent for a moment, then my uncles and their family immediately started shouting:

"What's wrong with that! Isn't this the most comfortable way?"

“Can Can, as long as a person doesn’t have to worry about food and clothing, doesn’t owe debts or cause trouble, and doesn’t cause trouble for the government, that’s already quite impressive.”

"A peaceful and uneventful life is a blessing. Knowing your own limitations makes you sleep soundly at night!"

……

These words of comfort brought some peace to Sister Chest Tremors.

Chen Peisong said, half-jokingly and half-seriously, "There's no template for living!"

"Ok!"

Huang Cancan nodded emphatically, and even the fish that had just lost its flavor suddenly tasted sweet in her mouth.

"After you finish eating, you can go downstairs with Mao Rui and the others to play for a while."

Mao Xiaoqin gestured towards the corner of the wall with her lip: "It's Chinese New Year, so I bought some fireworks for Mao Rui."

Mao Rui was still a student after all, and he immediately became happy, but when he turned around, he found that there were only a bunch of "fairy wands", no "Gatling gun" or "rocket launcher", not even a small firecracker.

"Those are for girls."

Mao Rui muttered to himself.

"You think this is Dongyuan?"

Mao Xiaoqin scolded her nephew: "In Guangzhou's residential area, you can only wave a fairy wand. If you don't like it, you can do your winter vacation homework on it."

“I didn’t say I was unwilling.”

Mao Rui quickly said.

Although waving sparklers is not very manly, compared to doing homework, I'd rather not be manly at all.

After the meal, my eldest and second aunts volunteered to wash the dishes. Although they weren't particularly diligent, the "laziness" of rural women was quite "efficient" compared to city dwellers who would often slump down to rest.

Before they went into the kitchen, they each took out a red envelope and handed it to Huang Cancan: "Little Huang, I wish you become more and more beautiful in the new year."

The woman with trembling breasts was stunned for a moment. She never expected to receive a red envelope and quickly declined, saying, "No, no, I'm already at work."

"As long as you're not married, you're a child!"

With a heavy heart, Auntie placed the huge 600 yuan red envelope into Huang Cancan's palm, sighed and said, "Next time you have time to visit Heyuan, I'll catch the freshest yellow croaker for you and fry it. Chen loved eating this when she was little."

Chen Peisong and Mao Xiaoqin exchanged a glance. Old Chen went back to his bedroom, took a stroll, and came back with a red envelope in his hand.

At this moment, Huang Cancan is trying her best to refuse her grandmother's red envelope.

She felt that her grandmother was too old to accept the gift.

"OK OK."

Mao Xiaoqin took the red envelopes from her mother and husband and stuffed them into Sister Chuanchan's small bag: "Happy New Year! Let's go shopping together sometime. You know about cosmetics, so teach Auntie about them too." And so, Huang Cancan, carrying four red envelopes, followed Mao Chuan and Mao Rui downstairs to set off fireworks.

Mao Xintong wasn't interested in fireworks; instead, she sat in front of the TV, enjoying a plate of fried yellow croaker.

The neighborhood was both lively and somewhat quiet.

The "lively" aspect is visual; the skyscrapers of the provincial capital stretch out in the distance, forming a giant screen of light, like a galaxy of prosperity cascading down upon the earth.

The "quiet" is auditory; with the Chinese New Year approaching, some neighbors have already returned to their hometowns, and the once-unchanging square dancing groups have all fallen silent.

Mao Chuan and Mao Rui lit a few sparklers, which crackled and burned a few times, but they quickly lost interest.

At Mao Chuan's urging, Mao Rui followed him to the more bustling neon-lit area.

After living in a small city for a long time, your body instinctively develops a longing for noise and bustle.

After turning the corner and leaving the residential area, Mao Rui suddenly said mysteriously, "Brother Chuan, when I went downstairs just now, I looked back and saw Sister Can Can in the dark stairwell. She took my hand."

"That's nothing special."

Mao Chuan didn't take it seriously: "In my hometown, this kind of visit to someone's home means they're getting married."

"Then why did she let go of his hand when they were almost under the lights on the first floor?"

Mao Rui's voice betrayed a hint of confusion.

"Forehead……"

Mao Chuan scratched his head and thought for a moment: "I don't know either, maybe it's different in big cities! Whatever, shall we go play video games or not?"

"Then you can't choose Yagami, you can't tell my mom, and you have to say we went to Xinhua Bookstore."

Mao Rui hurriedly made three requests.

……

Unlike his two cousins ​​who didn't understand women, Chen was very patient and lit a few sparklers with them.

With a hiss, the flames burst forth, shimmering like a handful of white starlight before the two of them.

Perhaps women are naturally more easily dazzled by such beautiful things. A charming smile spread across Sister Chest's lips as she bent over and tilted her head back, her ample breasts trembling, making one want to grab them and squeeze and knead them vigorously.

If Chen wants to, of course he can.

He could even make her lift her sweater, exposing her bare chest to the cold wind, letting him ravage her as he pleased.

But there's no need for that. It's rare to see someone like Sister Boobs so genuinely happy without any ulterior motives.

"Can you take a picture for me?"

Huang Cancan suddenly said.

"no problem."

Chen readily agreed.

The Youmi phone uses Sony cameras, and its night shooting effect is not bad, but its photography technology is terrible.

Huang Cancan looked at the finished product, her voice tinged with a hint of playfulness: "Didn't Yu Xiansong and Shi Wei usually discipline you?"

"They know I don't like taking pictures."

Chen shrugged: "I'm too lazy to bother."

"Then I'll teach you: boys who can take photos are more attractive."

Huang Cancan walked over and pointed to the photo, saying:

"Look, don't place the characters in the very center. They can be placed slightly to the left or right. Leave some space for a sense of story."

"When the sparkler is burning at its brightest, the flame is the brightest, which acts like lighting, resulting in clearer photos."

"Then it's about focusing... The face can be slightly darker to make the colors of the fireworks more saturated, so that there is contrast."

……

Taking photos isn't difficult at all; you just need to master a few tricks.

As Sister Chest Trembles looked at her photo, two tiny sparks danced in her pupils. A fairy wand enveloped her entire body in a warm glow, coating her with a soft, warm hue.

Like the heroine in a story who ultimately finds happiness.

Or rather, life is full of fragmented moments, even chaotic ones, but in everyone's selfie, "I" am the protagonist.

"I had such a wonderful night, I love you, Dad!"

Suddenly, Huang Cancan quickly kissed Chen on the cheek.

Chen glanced around without making a sound, and finding the neighborhood still deserted, he wiped the lipstick mark off his face.

"I am going home."

Huang Cancan smiled and said, "I'll accept these red envelopes. I'll just shamelessly consider them as a sign of my grandparents', uncles', and aunts' affection for me."

"There's no need to be shameless."

Chen shook his head and said, "They never disliked you... Where's your Porsche?"

It turned out that Huang Cancan had arrived on an electric scooter.

“I was afraid that the car would be too flashy and my uncle and aunt wouldn’t like me.”

Huang Cancan smiled, her eyes reflecting a gentle look: "So I borrowed my colleague's electric scooter to come over."

Chen was somewhat moved. He had originally intended for Sister Chest Trembling to come over and "take the fall," but he hadn't expected her to take it so seriously.

"I'm sorry."

Chen felt quite apologetic.

"Why say such things?"

The woman with trembling breasts rolled her eyes reproachfully: "Don't apologize anymore. I'll listen to whatever you say."

After a moment of silence, Huang Cancan gazed at the dazzling lights in the distance, her eyes seemingly looking into the future: "I had already thought it all out. If you could stay with me for a very, very long time, it wouldn't matter even if we parted ways in the end. But actually, 'a very, very long time' is too far away..."

She tilted her head and smiled, like the dazzling fireworks just now: "As long as you're still here tomorrow, that's enough."

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(One more chapter, please vote with monthly tickets. I want to flesh out Can Can's character a bit more, so I'll use this plot to establish her.)
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