Reborn veteran, lying flat since high school

"You little rascal, where have you been gallivanting off to? Coming back so late!"

Yang Jinjuan started scolding as soon as she opened her mouth, while her hands were busy brewing Lapsang Souchong.

"I strolled around the square with Fatty for a while. It's a holiday, and I didn't know you had something to wait for me."

"It wasn't me waiting for you, it was your sister Junying who had been waiting for you since the afternoon, and she just left less than ten minutes ago..."

Song Zhiming came out of the house and met Tang Yisheng's eyes.

"Uncle Song".

"Hmm, you're back?"

"I'm back."

The exchanges between Tang Yisheng and Song Zhiming were basically like this.

Normally, once the communication between the two is considered successful, they can each go about their own business.

But this time, Song Zhiming has changed.

"It's rare for the kids to have a weekend off, so don't be too strict. It's good to let them relax a bit."

Tang Yisheng was stunned for a moment.

Yang Jinjuan was slightly taken aback, but then she was delighted and relieved.

The groundwork laid by himself, catering to Song Zhiming's preferences, did have an effect.

That's what makes a mature man so charming—he knows how to reciprocate kindness and won't let his efforts go to waste.

For a woman, emotional value is quite important in the details of life.

Song Zhiming did this very well, better than any man Yang Jinjuan had ever met before.

"Old Song, the tea is ready. Come sit down and sober up a bit. I'll go get you some food."

Yang Jinjuan invited Song Zhiming to sit on the sofa and have some tea.

Tang Yisheng took the opportunity to return to his own room.

Upon entering the room, he frowned slightly, his nostrils twitched twice. His sense of smell wasn't particularly keen, but he could still immediately detect the smell of alcohol.

Song Zhiming went into his room.

What is he going to do?

Searching or looking through things?

Or perhaps you're doubting yourself and investigating yourself?

Was it entrusted by his mother, or did he want it himself?

Tang Yisheng's gaze fell on the writing desk, which was completely empty.

He just bumped into Song Junying at the entrance of the family compound.

Song Junying didn't say anything, but simply told Tang Yisheng to go home and read the letter.

Where is the letter?

Song Zhiming took it... right?

Tang Yisheng did not have the dream warning of Song Zhiming, but he had the profound imprint of "once you've seen the ocean, you can't be satisfied with a river".

Could it be that I was so ignorant back then that Song Junying had already taken a liking to me at that time?

I secretly wrote myself a letter; I wonder if the content contained any ambiguous emotions.

Tang Yisheng guessed that there must be some content or plot that readers shouldn't be able to see, otherwise why would Song Zhiming secretly hide it?

Tang Yisheng's curiosity lasted less than three seconds.

I'm curious about what Song Junying wrote to himself.

But only within three seconds.

After all, Song Junying is a living, breathing person standing right there; what's there to be conflicted about?

The arts and physical education class is located in the experimental building, which is not in the same teaching building as Tang Yisheng's class, but they are still within the same teaching area.

It takes less than five minutes to go back and forth.

At most, I'll go over and ask her what she wrote for me after class starts on Monday.

I also subtly reminded her that her father had taken what she had written before, so she should quickly prepare herself and find an excuse to cover it up.

With that thought, Tang Yisheng put the question of the contents of Song Junying's letter out of his mind.

Next comes the battle over his future living environment and his rights regarding personal privacy.

"Mom, are you and Uncle Song available now? I'd like to talk to you."

"What has caught your eye this time, kid? Tell me. If it's related to your studies, Mom will definitely buy it for you. If it's not, you might as well not ask."

"This summer vacation, I want to do something to train myself."

"Oh, son, it's rare to see you think this way. But right now, your priority is studying. Once you get into university, you can train however you want, Mom definitely won't stop you..."

"Studying requires a balance between work and rest, and I'm already eighteen years old, so there's nothing wrong with using the summer vacation to exercise."

"Son, what's wrong with you? Did I leave you outside at lunchtime and throw a tantrum?"

"No. The previous tenant was planning to terminate the lease on the east wing of the courtyard, and he came to discuss it with me this afternoon."

"Cancel the lease? Didn't we agree to rent the whole place? If I had known they were renting out smaller units, the rent definitely wouldn't have been so cheap."

Yang Jinjuan said she gave the discount because of her classmate's parents.

What they really valued was that the other party rented out the entire north-facing house and east-facing wing at once, so that it would be easier for them to collect rent in the future, and also to avoid too many households living in the courtyard causing trouble.

After all, as the owner of the courtyard, Yang Jinjuan is also responsible for cooperating with the processing of temporary residence permits and lease registration.

It's troublesome.

"Yisheng, do you have something on your mind? Tell me about it."

Song Zhiming suddenly interrupted and asked.

In the past, when Yang Jinjuan disciplined her son, Song Zhiming would either avoid the topic or listen silently. Even when Yang Jinjuan asked him questions, he rarely offered any opinions.

"Uncle Song, Mom, I actually want to move out."

"What?"

"Move out?"

Yang Jinjuan and Song Zhiming were both taken aback by Tang Yisheng's abrupt remarks.

I really didn't expect this kind of request.

I thought the so-called training meant going to my mom's clothing counter, or having Song Zhiming help me find a holiday part-time job.

"Since the east wing room can be returned to its original owner, I'd like to take it back, tidy it up myself, and move in during the summer vacation..."

Before Yang Jinjuan could refute, Tang Yisheng continued to explain:

"Mom, I've never lived in a dorm before. Many of my classmates have been independent since their freshman year. I think this is really good. It not only helps me develop independence but also shapes my character, so you won't always call me a child..."

"Besides, it's our own little courtyard. I've lived here for several years before, so it's definitely safe. And if I don't feel comfortable after the summer vacation, I can just move back. It's not like you and Uncle Song don't want me anymore, right..."

No.

If you can avoid it, then definitely don't.

Song Zhiming inwardly complained, but outwardly he pretended to be deep in thought.

He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and nodded as if deep in thought.

"I think it's good that Yisheng wants to develop his own ideas. Boys need to learn to be independent early on. Only by being able to take risks can they achieve something."

"But……"

Yang Jinjuan hesitated.

No matter what, he's still his own son, a piece of his own flesh and blood.

They were perfectly fine living at home, but they insisted on making a mess of things.

What's so great about living in a small bungalow?

It's cold in winter and hot in summer; you have to go outside to use the outhouse.

"Mom, Uncle Song, this isn't a sudden idea of ​​mine. Actually, I've been thinking about it since around the New Year. The courtyard isn't far from here, and the two families living there know each other well. Besides, I'm all grown up now, so it's really time for me to get some exercise."

"Junying said she was coming to stay here during the summer vacation. You guys aren't home during the day, and I'm worried it will be awkward to be alone with Junying. Moving out will solve the problem..."

Tang Yisheng spoke tactfully, secretly observing Song Zhiming's micro-expressions when he heard about his daughter.

Song Zhiming's eyes changed instantly, and his eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly.

Tang Yisheng felt much more at ease.

That's it.

really.

Something's fishy.