You're my wife, don't doubt it!

She went into the master bedroom and tidied up Xiao Yao's messy bed.

"You...you're eating breakfast?" Xiao Yao asked tentatively, looking at Yu Luying who was avoiding his gaze. "I bought you some."

"Just put it there," Yu Luying said coldly.

……

“Cinderella, breakfast is ready, don’t take it away,” Xiao Yao called again. “Look, I brought you 105 sesame cakes—plus 20 from your mother.”

Yu Luying continued to turn her back to him, as if she hadn't heard him: "..."

“What’s wrong? Don’t take it. We’re not living here permanently, why would we take it?” Xiao Yao said.

Yu Luying straightened up: "You really don't remember?"

"Remember what?" Xiao Yao asked, puzzled.

His acting was so realistic that even he himself almost believed it.

Playing dumb seemed to have worked well, because the girl turned around and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Xiao Yao took out a sesame seed cake, blew on it in his palm, walked over, squatted down in front of Yu Luying, and offered it to her with both hands.

The girl subconsciously turned her head to the side, and Xiao Yao's sesame seed cake followed, so Yu Luying took a small bite.

Then, I took a bigger bite.

“I can do it myself,” Yu Luying reached out to take the pancake from Xiao Yao’s hand: “The sesame seeds are all over the place, and there’s oil too.”

Xiao Yao let her take the pancake away, then took another fried pancake and a plastic bowl of savory tofu pudding. He walked to the edge of the bed next to Yu Luying, sat down, and placed the tofu pudding on the bed between the two of them.

"Do you eat fried dough?" Xiao Yao asked.

"?"

"Besides the sesame seed cake, I also bought you two fried dough cakes, which you can't get in Shanghai. Try them."

“Okay~” Yu Luying said.

So, Xiao Yao ate pancakes with Yu Luying while feeding her tofu pudding with a small plastic spoon.

However, this time Yu Luying refused: "I'll do it myself."

……

"It's delicious," Yu Luying said.

"What's delicious?" Xiao Yao asked.

"The sesame seed cakes are delicious, the fried dough sticks are delicious, and the tofu pudding is delicious too," Yu Luying said.

Seeing that Yu Luying took the initiative to talk to him, Xiao Yao felt relieved.

It's not a big problem, it's not a big problem.

It's nothing serious, why are you so scared?

Just as Xiao Yao was about to ask her where she had run off to, Yu Luying suddenly spoke up again.

"Take a look at your things, see if there's anything you want to take back to Shanghai?"

"What is it?" Xiao Yao asked.

“I’ve compiled everything for you, take a look yourself,” Yu Luying said.

Xiao Yao munched on a sesame seed cake and followed Yu Luying into the second bedroom—in the corner, there was a stack of "files" that Yu Luying had neatly folded for him.

"Oh dear," Xiao Yao said, squatting down, "this is good."

The 1994-2000 edition of "Emperor of Science Fiction" is a collection of books, each one so thick, with exquisite hard covers, stacked very high.

Xiao Yao can still remember the joy he felt when he first received them.

"Good, good, good, good," Xiao Yao clapped his hands and said, "Take them back to Shanghai."

Next were two hardcover diaries. Xiao Yao opened them and saw that they were indeed his diaries from his junior high school days.

The boy suddenly turned around and looked at the girl.

“I didn’t look at it,” Yu Luying said slowly. “I just flipped through it briefly to see what it was, and when I found it was a diary, I didn’t look at it anymore.”

"Actually, it's fine if you see it," Xiao Yao said casually.

It would be strange if nothing happened.

What if she saw how I fantasized about Tang Xuewei in my diary?

I didn't mean anything by it, it's just so embarrassing.

Next, Xiao Yao saw a neatly folded, square piece of letter paper.

Xiao Yao carefully unfolded it, and what he saw was a piece of letter paper bearing the marks of time and exuding an antique feel. The letter paper was square in shape, of moderate size, about 8 inches wide and 11 inches high, conforming to the standard of traditional letters.

The letter paper has turned yellowish, showing the marks of time. Touching it, you can feel that the paper is slightly rough and has an old-fashioned feel.

“It seems to have been written to you by your grandfather,” Yu Luying explained. “Sorry, I read it secretly.”

Xiao Yao shook the letter, sat down next to Yu Luying, and began to read it.

The letter is written in traditional Chinese characters in a vertical format, and needs to be read from right to left. If you look closely, you'll see that it's written in small characters with a brush, and the font is quite beautiful.

"My grandson Xiao Yao:

Show Xin'an.

Grandpa fears his days are numbered, and you are the pillar of the family. I haven't been able to speak with you much these past few years, so please don't find me long-winded.

You've been a spoiled brat since childhood, and you're naturally vindictive. I'm very worried about you.

Your second and second uncles are not capable of much in this life. Your grandfather knows that they owe your father a lot, but they are blood relatives and your father is also helpless. I hope that after I am gone, you will try to mediate between your parents.

When you have a son and a daughter, name your son Yujing and your daughter Changsheng. On every festive day when you reunite with your family, there is no need for worship. You only need to bring wine and offer sacrifices in the east of your home.

I know you are like your father, quiet and meticulous, but remember, youth must not be like middle age; you must have vigor.

Xiao Yao sniffed, wiped the corner of his eye with the pad of his right index finger, and turned the letter over.

"Over the years, I have always felt ashamed for not taking care of you when you were young. Whenever I see you being taciturn and having a violent temper, I feel an unbearable pain in my heart."

When you marry, hang three large firecrackers on the ancestral grave to announce it to our ancestors. Then I will have the face to face your great-grandfather in the afterlife. Grandson, remember not to cry or grieve. I have taught you since childhood not to lose your composure in front of strangers, and this time is no different. Maintain your dignity and learn to remain hidden. You have a mole on your hand, indicating a smooth life, but remember to avoid arrogance and impetuosity. When seeking a suitable partner, remember to do your best and be tolerant. A man should not be too spoiled.

Xiao Wenjin

1997.5.27 "

A drop of water fell on the letter, instantly soaking it. Xiao Yao quickly stretched the letter forward. Yu Luying reached out and took the letter, then neatly folded it for him again.

Seeing that Xiao Yao was a little agitated, the girl handed him another tissue.

Somewhat hesitantly, with a hint of timidity, she reached out a hand, went around Xiao Yao's back, and gently stroked the boy's left upper arm.

Taking advantage of the situation, Xiao Yao plunged headfirst into the girl's arms.

"..." Yu Luying paused for a moment, then gently patted Xiao Yao's back and said, "Okay, okay."

"Hey, Xiao Yao, what's wrong with Dongru here—" Just then, Yu Lihua suddenly pushed open the door to the second bedroom without warning.

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Chapter 224 The Little Scumbag's Confession

2023-06-05

"Hey, Xiao Yao, what's wrong with Dongru here—" Just then, Yu Lihua suddenly pushed open the door to the second bedroom without warning.

……

Then, without saying a word, he went out and closed the door behind him.

Xiao Yao stepped out of Yu Luying's embrace, and the two exchanged a glance before leaving the room simultaneously.

"What's wrong, Mom?" Yu Luying walked into the dining room, leaned against the door leading to the living room, and started fiddling with her nails.

"It's nothing. I was just about to ask Xiao Yao if there's a church around Dongru." Yu Lihua looked a little embarrassed.

"What's wrong? It's still early Sunday!"

“Yes,” Yu Lihua said, “I was thinking, since we’re already here, we might as well pay our respects to the saints…”

The four famous laws of the Chinese are "Since we're already here", "Everyone's dead", "It's the New Year", and "The children are still young". It seems that even the Chinese who believe in foreign religions are not immune to this custom - of course, there's also the custom of pilgrimage to mountains and worship Buddha, Xiao Yao thought.

The boy scratched his head: "I grew up here and have never heard of any church here."

I called Xu Ruiyi and Tang Jiaxin to ask, but they both said they didn't know.

Yu Luying sent a message to Tang Xuewei, who said that she did know there was a church in Dongru, but it seemed to be just a scenic spot and not a real church.

"Why don't you try searching online?" Tang Xuewei suggested.

"Search online? Why search online? I'll just call your uncle and ask him." Yu Lihua had a sudden inspiration.

"...Hey, Apo...it's me..."

After breakfast, Yu Luying helped Xiao Yao pack a burlap sack full of old belongings. Besides the science fiction emperor and diary, there were also some CDs, tapes, old books and trinkets that Xiao Yao listened to in junior high school.

Xiao Yao was a little conflicted. Although there really wasn't much fun to do in Dongru, he still wanted to spend a few more days "vacationing" with Yu Luying.