My Taoist nun girlfriend is from the Republic of China era, 1942.

Chapter 134 Lu Yuan Graduates
It was nearly dusk when I left the hospital.

Lu Yuan hadn't finished his business yet, so he only took a quick look over before leaving again in a hurry. Before leaving, he told Chen Xiaomiao to go home first.

In the evening, the doorbell rang.

Chen Xiaomiao thought it was Lu Yuan returning, so she slipped on her slippers and ran to open the door, only to find Zheng Zhifeng standing outside.

He changed into clean clothes and combed his hair neatly, but his exhaustion was impossible to hide.

Upon seeing Chen Xiaomiao, a grateful smile immediately spread across his face, and he handed her a thick red envelope with both hands.

"Sister-in-law, thank you so much for today. You must accept this small token of my appreciation."

Chen Xiaomiao waved her hands repeatedly and took two steps back.

"Brother Zheng, what are you doing? Take it back quickly. We're neighbors, how can we not lend a hand when we run into each other?"

She refused to accept it, and Zheng Zhifeng couldn't force it on her, so he awkwardly withdrew his hand and solemnly thanked her again.

Chen Xiaomiao found the mushy talk nauseating and simply changed the subject: "Is the child doing well?"

"It's alright, mother and daughter are safe."

Zheng Zhifeng rubbed his face, the joy of becoming a father for the first time mixed with the weariness of a long day.

"The doctor said it was fortunate that they were brought in in time, otherwise..."

As he spoke, he felt another wave of fear.

Chen Xiaomiao didn't press the matter further, but Zheng Zhifeng seemed to have found someone to confide in, and he opened up completely.

He kept rambling on, saying that Gao Rong was still upset about not being able to stay in a top-notch postpartum care center, and that he had spent half the night flipping through dictionaries to decide on his daughter's name, Zheng Qingtong.

It draws inspiration from the saying, "The phoenix cries out on that high hill; the parasol tree grows in the morning sun."

When he spoke of these things, his eyebrows danced with excitement, and his eyes shone with light, but beneath that light lay an undeniable heaviness.

Unlike Zhao Qiang's pure, wide-mouthed joy, Zheng Zhifeng's happiness was mixed with too much of the weariness and pressure of reality.

After seeing Zheng Zhifeng off, Chen Xiaomiao glanced at the wall clock; the hands had already quietly slid into the late night.

She waited and waited at home until almost midnight, when finally she heard some movement outside the door.

As soon as I opened the door, a strong smell of alcohol hit me.

Lu Xin, supporting the completely drunk Lu Yuan, said with a helpless expression, "The boss has run into a tough opponent today, Miss Chen, please bear with him."

"Thank you for your trouble, Uncle Lü."

Chen Xiaomiao took the limp Lu Yuan from Lü Xin and, with great effort, dragged him onto the sofa.

I helped him take off his shoes, socks, and coat, which reeked of alcohol, and then wrung out a hot towel to gently wipe his cheeks and palms.

The man's cheeks were flushed an unnatural red, and his breath reeked of hot alcohol.

"Why did you drink so much?"

Chen Xiaomiao muttered softly, feeling a pang of heartache.

Lu Yuan squinted, seemingly still somewhat conscious, and mumbled, "There's nothing I can do. The important person I met today... has this kind of taste."

"How important is he/she?"

Chen Xiaomiao asked curiously.

Lu Yuan forced a bitter smile and said nothing more.

After settling Lu Yuan on the sofa, Chen Xiaomiao sat down herself, gently lifted the man's head, and let him rest his head on her lap. She pressed her warm fingertips against his temples, kneading them lightly.

The familiar fragrance and the soft touch of his thighs gradually relaxed Lu Yuan's tense nerves.

He hummed comfortably, his breath becoming much milder.

"Do you think Zhao Qiang's daughter looks more like him or Qi Lili..." Lu Yuan closed his eyes and smiled wryly, "She's so small, like a little kitten."

"Yes, it's soft and fluffy."

Chen Xiaomiao's lips unconsciously curved into a smile as she thought of that tiny baby.

Lu Yuan suddenly asked, "What should we give Jasmine for her one-month celebration?"

Chen Xiaomiao continued working, replying softly, "You're the boss, so you get to decide."

Lu Yuan thought seriously: "Why not just be vulgar and give them money?"

Chen Xiaomiao nodded, deeply agreeing: "Money, in the end, is still the most useful thing."

But as soon as he finished speaking, Lu Yuan rejected the idea.

“No…” he muttered, “That’s not good either. Qiangzi values ​​his reputation more than anything. If we give him money directly, he’ll be furious with me later.”

"How about we give you some gold locks and gold bracelets?"

"Isn't this just giving away money?"

"That……"

The two discussed it for a long time, but couldn't come up with a solution.

Lu Yuan's breathing gradually became even and long, his consciousness was completely swallowed by alcohol and drowsiness, and he closed his eyes in a daze.

Chen Xiaomiao pulled over a thin blanket and carefully covered him with it. She sat quietly for a while, gazing at the sleeping man's face.

She gently moved his head onto the pillow until her legs were numb, then got up and went back to her room to take a shower.

Warm water cascaded down from the showerhead, washing away all the fatigue.

Chen Xiaomiao touched her flat stomach, her mind a jumble of thoughts. Today, she had witnessed the birth of two new lives.

Zheng Qingtong, Zhao Moli.

You could tell from the look in Lu Yuan's eyes when he held Zhao Moli that he genuinely liked children.

Let's calculate it another day.

Chen Xiaomiao sighed and turned off the shower.

The next day, the sky brightened.

Chen Xiaomiao slowly woke up, and groggily turned over, but her arm bumped into a warm and solid obstacle.

She jolted awake and suddenly opened her eyes.

Lu Yuan's face was close to mine; he was fast asleep, his brows slightly furrowed, and his face still showed signs of fatigue from a hangover.

The man had somehow gotten onto the bed, and most of his body was squeezed in. His breath still carried the lingering smell of alcohol.

Chen Xiaomiao wrinkled her nose in disgust, stuck out a finger, and poked Lu Yuan's arm hard.

"Why did you get on the bed?"

Lu Yuan groaned twice as she poked him, lazily opening his eyelids a crack. Seeing that it was Chen Xiaomiao, he closed them again with relief, stretched out his arm, and pulled her into his arms.

"Sleeping on the sofa is uncomfortable..."

He rubbed his face against Chen Xiaomiao's neck like a spoiled big cat.

The warm breath tickled Chen Xiaomiao's neck. She dodged while pushing against Lu Yuan's firm chest: "You smell of alcohol. Get off me and go wash up!"

"Sleep a little longer..."

"No way! The smell is too strong, go quickly!"

Under Chen Xiaomiao's persistent urging, Lu Yuan finally struggled to sit up in bed.

He rubbed his messy hair, yawned widely, and went into the bathroom.

The sound of rushing water soon began.

Not long after, Lu Yuan came out with his hair still wet, looking much more refreshed.

As he dried his hair with a towel, he casually remarked, "Oh, right, I have to go back to school today to take graduation photos."

"Graduation photo? What's that?"

Chen Xiaomiao was folding the quilt when she heard this and turned around curiously.

"It's just that after we finish university, we all get together to take a photo as a memento," Lu Yuan explained simply. "After that, we'll all go our separate ways, and it will be difficult to get everyone together again."

Chen Xiaomiao nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

"Jiaxin and her daughter won't be back until tomorrow. You're just sitting at home doing nothing anyway, why don't you come with me?"

Lu Yuan extended an invitation.

"middle!"

Chen Xiaomiao has always maintained an infinite curiosity about university.

In late June, the campus of Jiangcheng University was filled with an atmosphere of farewell.

Students dressed in black graduation gowns and caps can be seen everywhere, taking photos in groups of three or five at the school gate, in front of the library, and on the tree-lined paths.

Lu Yuan studied civil engineering, which was a well-known Buddhist temple.

When he changed into his graduation gown and arrived at the meeting point, he saw a huge crowd of men.

Of the only two girls in the class, only one showed up today, making her seem like a rare national treasure among a group of rough men.

"Come on, everyone, stand up straight! Taller people, line up at the back!"

"Hey, Lu Yuan, you're tall, stand in the middle!"

The photographer yelled to direct the formation, and the flash went off incessantly.

After the class group photo was taken, it was time for individual activities in smaller groups.

Lu Yuan took a few pictures with his close roommates, then exchanged a few pleasantries with the counselor before quickly leaving and walking to Chen Xiaomiao, who was waiting for him under the shade of a tree.

As Chen Xiaomiao was curiously observing the students dressed in strange black robes, a square object suddenly landed on her head.

She reached out to adjust it; the hat was a bit too big, and the brim drooped down, covering half of her face.

"How does it feel?"

"It's quite novel."

Chen Xiaomiao straightened her graduation cap, brushed aside the tassels hanging in front of her eyes, and looked up at Lu Yuan, asking, "Do you all have to wear this to school?"

"I'll only wear this once, for graduation."

Lu Yuan took out his phone and snapped a picture of Chen Xiaomiao.

In the photo, the girl is wearing a simple white T-shirt and jeans, with a huge graduation cap on her head.

Her delicate face held a hint of bewilderment, while her bright, foxy eyes blinked, creating an inexplicable and endearing contrast.

"Hehe... My wife is so beautiful."

Lu Yuan clicked to set a screensaver, then put his phone away, satisfied.

(End of this chapter)