Rebirth after the college entrance examination

After Chapter 25, the house will definitely be lively (seeking votes for the follow-up reading)

When Xia An went to the bathroom to wash his hands, Xia's mother Wei Xiaofang had already wiped the paint off the floor of the cabin and was sitting by the bed carefully examining the painting.

Seeing Xia An enter the room, she smiled and praised Xia An for his excellent drawings of the two new things he had added, saying that they were better than his previous drawings.

Xia's mother is just an ordinary logistics worker in the factory. Does she understand art?

got it.

In order to catch up with the artistic path of his neighbor, Little Youzi, Xia An begged his parents to send him to interest classes when he was five years old.

When Xiao Youzi was learning folk dance, he was learning calligraphy, but later gave it up.

When Xiao Youzi was making some progress in modern dance, he was learning Feng Shui painting, but later gave it up.

When Zuo You, who already understood the difference between beauty and ugliness at the age of fourteen, gave up learning ballet for fear that it would damage the beauty of his feet, he began to learn sketching and color and persisted in it.

Xia An was twelve years old at that time.

For many years, rain or shine, never a single day off.

After watching the situation together, Xia An's parents understood a little bit.

Even if others don't mention it, at least I can see that my son's level has improved.

In the original life, Xia An had not given up the habit of painting fruits after growing up.

Now he seems to have been inspired by a peerless master, and his painting skills have increased by more than ten years.

The painting is completed in one go with just a stroke of the brush and ink.

The lemon is painted in a freehand and natural way; the bowl is round, plump and crystal clear.

Wei Xiaofang asked him why he didn't sleep, and Xia An honestly said that he drank too much during the day and couldn't sleep.

She asked him if he wanted to drink milk, but Xia An said no and asked her not to make trouble.

Wei Xiaofang giggled and said that she was just being polite and that there was nothing at home to drink.

Looking at the scattered white hair on my mother's temples and the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes when she smiles.

Xia An laughed.

He deeply remembered that his mother was a carefree woman who loved to laugh.

This laughter often appeared in his dreams later, and the lingering sound lasted for years.

Oh yes, and there is also the snoring coming from the living room at this moment.

My parents are tired after just strolling for half a month, but this kind of tiredness does not help women sleep as much as it does men.

Mother Xia, who also couldn't sleep, chatted with her son in a low voice.

Talk about interesting things you have seen and heard abroad.

It was too hot in Singapore, so Lao Xia insisted on following the trend and drinking a can of Coke.

But it’s too expensive, ten dollars.

The two had a big argument on the street.

He said that when watching a ladyboy show in Thailand, Lao Xia looked very serious, spoke with contempt, and then stole glances.

It was said that a newly married couple in a tour group started fighting for some unknown reason.

He said he brought back a lot of good things for Xia An.

"Wait, I'll get it for you."

"it is good."

Wei Xiaofang went out with a rag, and Xia An waited with a smile.

A large bag of small souvenirs, colorful and dazzling.

To avoid bumps, I wrapped it with clothes.

Wei Xiaofang said that this was made of real shells, tropical shells, which were not available here, so she asked him to keep it as a still life for his painting.

Said that was a postcard, that was something.

He explained each one carefully, fearing that Xia An didn't know where they came from and wouldn't like them.

Xia An knew that these were actually things that could be bought at the wholesale market and were not rare items.

It’s just that my parents have never seen it, and they want to buy it for their son.

Nineteen-year-old Xia An would definitely be disgusted.

Thirty-six-year-old Xia An looked surprised.

After finishing the explanation halfway, Wei Xiaofang stopped and put it away.

Xia An was just wondering when she heard her mother say with a smile, "Two copies, and the rest is for my little Youzi."

Xia An laughed again.

Like Le Ning, Xia An likes Zuo You, and everyone in the family knows it.

Even when he was too young to remember, his parents kept telling him that when he grew up he had to marry Zuo You and no one else would recognize him.

There's a reason for this.

First, Zuoyou itself is impeccable, and second...

Wei Xiaofang, clutching the bag, suddenly asked him, "Tell me the truth. What are you really thinking? You're going to college soon. If you have other ideas, your parents will at most give you a beating, but they won't stop you."

"..."

Xia An was stunned and tapped the paper in silence.

"It's all painted, what else can I think about?"

Wei Xiaofang rolled her eyes, frowned, and asked mysteriously, "Then why haven't you contacted Xiao Youzi recently?"

Xia An was stunned again.

I understood it after thinking about it.

The parents of the two families had secretly arranged a marriage for the children and had been secretly in contact with each other.

Speaking of which, Zuo You was the only one who didn't know about this.

But does Zuoyou really not know?
At least during the year and a half that Xia An was with her, she told her everything.

Seeing her son stunned, Wei Xiaofang sighed that men change their hearts as they grow up and become bored after a while, and it turned out to be true.

When I was little, I cried and said I didn’t want White Snake, I wanted Little Pomelo, and I wanted to marry Sister Pomelo as my wife...

Look at this dead man now. But he said, "Mom is just joking with you.

"Son, you've grown up. Your father and I are not feudal patriarchs. You can make the decision on this matter yourself.

"But you know, our family owes your Uncle Zuo a favor. If you don't plan on dating Xiao Youzi, don't flirt with her when you get to college."

When it comes to the word "owe", Xia An feels helpless.

Zuo You's father and Xia Kangning were comrades-in-arms. After they were demobilized, they went to work in the factory together.

After Yuzi's mother became pregnant, she introduced a colleague from the logistics department to Xia Kangning.

The following year, summer eucalyptus appeared.

When Zuo You was one year old, an accident occurred in the machinery factory.

The old comrade pushed away Xia Kangning, who was supposed to be crushed by the machine tool.

The indestructible friendship between comrades was proved by one leg.

After receiving the compensation, Zuo You's father was laid off and opened a restaurant.

Little Youzi, who just learned to speak, always babbles and asks her father why he imitates her to walk?
When she grew up, in order to make her father happy, Zuo You performed the dance she learned in kindergarten for him.

She carried out the filial piety of entertaining parents with colorful clothes to the end.

Until the explosion after the Olympics.

In Xia An's memory, Zuo You, who was peaceful, gentle, kind and filial, never lived for herself in her life.

This "debt" was reversed directly after 08.

Feeling guilty towards Xia An, Zuo You gave up her job, her studies, and Xia An, and hid from him for sixteen years.

The most precious sixteen years of life.

As far as I can remember, my mother never asked him "whether or not you want to give up Zuoyou", so why did she suddenly bring this up?

As if she could see her son's confusion, Wei Xiaofang clicked her tongue twice, pointed at the drawing paper and said that she knew what the lemon meant.

"That little girl named Le Ning has always liked you. Your homeroom teacher knows about it, right?"

"..."

Ah this...

No matter how old Ren Xia'an was, he couldn't help but feel hot on his face.

My mom is quite knowledgeable. Is this the wisdom of the working people?

He didn't bother explaining that it was just an ordinary fruit. Instead, he grinned and said, "I'll take care of it."

Wei Xiaofang sneered, raised her hand to hit him, and then sighed.

"Go to sleep now, all men are the same. Think about it carefully. If you don't believe me, I'll just wait and see."

"Don't worry, I promise that our home will be lively in the future."

Wei Xiaofang walked to the door, then hissed, turned around and pinched Xia An's face.

"You're so thick-skinned."

Put on a smile and touch his head again.

The young Xia An would impatiently avoid it, while the middle-aged Xia An would lean forward.

"My eldest son is so handsome. Go to sleep quickly. Mom will make you something delicious tomorrow morning."

……

……

not at all.

Wei Xiaofang got up late and hurried out to work.

Xia An, who got up early, and her father, who had an extra day off, were both hungry.

When Xia An yawned and scratched his head as he walked out of the room, Xia Kangning was sitting upright on the sofa, watching TV, holding a newspaper and chewing a large steamed bun made of leavened dough.

Burped and drank some tea.

He lowered his head slightly and looked at his son from behind his glasses.

"Are you hungry?"

"good."

Xia Kangning hummed, pinching the steamed bun and tapping the coffee table.

"If you're not hungry, then... burp, that's all. Here are two more. Eat some to fill your stomach... burp, fill your stomach, fill your stomach."

Dun Dun Dun, take a big gulp of bitter tea.

"Your mother will bring lunch back from the cafeteria at noon. You can eat then."

Xia An almost laughed out loud.

Pretending to be pedantic and old-fashioned, he's still like that.

"Forget it. If the two of us choke to death again, I'll make two bowls of noodles."

"also."

During the meal a few chapters ago, Xia An at least did not completely deceive Tang Xiaowan.

Although the meal was cooked by Lin Jiajia, Wei Xiaofang's cooking skills were indeed not good.

This is because the family next door is not here, otherwise...

Can you believe it? The Xia family eats out every day.

"Eggs?"

"Two, no cilantro."

"There's no cilantro at home."

With his son cooking, Xia Kangning felt embarrassed to just sit there and do nothing, so he went back into the house.

"Call me when you're done. The market's open. I'll study the trends for a while."

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration that had been lingering on the edge of my thoughts for a long time was suddenly caught.

Xia An shouted, "Can you teach me how to read stocks later?"

(End of this chapter)