Chapter 94 Familiar style of painting
"I know, why bother?"
Ding Jiahui muttered, feeling that he was wronged. He was assisting Xu Qingzhou, but he thought they were walking too slowly.
After Song Yao and Ding Jiahui picked up their luggage, they all walked out of the airport. From a distance, they saw Song Shisong waiting at the door.
"Dad~"
"Uncle Song."
Xu Qingzhou greeted several people.
Song Shisong looked at Xu Qingzhou and helped his daughter push the suitcase. Hey, the clothes in his hands seemed to be of the same style.
In today's popular terms, what is a couple's costume?
His eyes were a little complicated. The cabbage he had worked so hard to raise was just taken away from him, "Xiao Xu, Song Yao, please take care of it during this time."
Guo Ziyang looked at Song Shisong who was very enthusiastic about Xu Qingzhou, and his heart felt sour again. He had already met his parents and even obtained the approval of the other party's parents. He had a long way to go.
"Uncle Song is too polite. Song Yao takes care of me most of the time." Xu Qingzhou shook his head.
Song Shisong smiled, liking Xu Qingzhou's steady and mature character, and then looked at Ding Jiahui and Guo Ziyang on the side: "Let's go, the car is outside, and I can't park it for too long."
Everyone stuffed their suitcases into the car, with Song Yao sitting in the passenger seat and Xu Qingzhou and the three of them sitting in the back seat.
40 minutes later, Xu Qingzhou got off the bus at the entrance of Wutong Community.
Watching Song Shisong's car disappear at the end of the street, Xu Qingzhou withdrew his gaze and strode towards the community.
"Hey, our top pick is back."
"Hey, it's National Day holiday. Uncle Zhang, are you on duty today?"
Xu Qingzhou greeted the old man at the door, walked through the quiet alley, and came to the familiar building. He suddenly felt a little emotional. He had been going to school for a month, but he still felt like he just left yesterday.
Click~
Just when Xu Qingzhou was lamenting how time flies, the sound of opening the door came from the corridor.
"This kid just sent a message saying he would be here soon," Ms. Wang muttered. When she went out, she saw her son standing outside the corridor and said angrily: "What are you doing there!"
"Mom~" Xu Qingzhou shouted and walked over.
Wang Xiaping took the computer bag from Xu Qingzhou and said, "Come in quickly, the food is almost cold."
In the living room, Xu Shouyun was watching a football match, and the dining table was full of dishes.
"Old Xu, stop looking and bring out the ribs that are stewed in the kitchen."
"Mom, there are so many, how can I eat them all by myself?"
"You can eat as much as you can."
The family of three soon gathered around the dining table. Of course, only Qingzhou was allowed to eat while the other two watched.
"In school, what I miss most is my mother's cooking."
"Here, another piece of ribs."
Wang Xiaping picks up food for her son. She used to find her son annoying and thought that she would be liberated after her son finishes college. But now she really can’t see her, and she’s not used to it.
For example, eating is really different between three people and two people.
"This is your first time living on campus. Are you getting used to it?" Xu Shouyun asked.
"Get used to it, and the rewards are not small."
Xu Qingzhou told Xu Shouyun and Xu Shouyun about school affairs, saying that he participated in a project of a professor from the Institute of Physics. "Can you participate in those projects?"
Wang Xiaping was stunned for a while when she heard that the project to improve MRI required various experiments. She began to worry. Although her son's genes had been split for some reason, he was still a freshman after all. What if he didn't get it right? , broke something
"Son, doesn't that thing contain radiation? You still have to take precautions."
"Mom, ours is different from the one in the hospital, not so exaggerated." Xu Qingzhou laughed dumbly.
There is a big generation gap in the logic of understanding and thinking about problems between one generation and another.
For example, things that Xu Qingzhou finds interesting or funny at his age may not be interesting to Wang Xiaping and others, and they may even pour cold water on them.
In the past, after Xu Qingzhou discovered this phenomenon, he basically didn't mention work when he went home.
I thought that even if I told them, they wouldn’t understand.
The old couple seemed to realize that he didn't want to talk about work, so they stopped asking. Later, they spoke a little cautiously, asking him if he had eaten.
Looking back now, he feels that he was very wrong. It doesn't matter whether he understands or not. They just want to infer from their work whether they are living well or not.
"That's right, you're just worrying about it. With such a big team, don't you know a lot about it?" Xu Shouyun was watching the game and added next to him, feeling reassured about his son.
Wang Xiaping became unhappy and glared at Xu Shouyun: "What do you mean I worry so blindly? I don't worry about any big or small things at home. Huh~ I don't know who it is. They went out to buy groceries and they called me to ask."
Xu Shouyun knew that he said the wrong thing, but he had already experienced it and decisively chose to remain silent.
Looking at the couple opposite, Xu Qingzhou felt inexplicably warm in his heart. It was still a familiar scene.
Seeing that Xu Shouyun stopped talking, Wang Xiaping snorted coldly, took a clean bowl and filled Xu Qingzhou with a bowl of pork rib soup.
Xu Qingzhou took it, took a sip, and said happily: "It's still comfortable at home."
"If you like it, eat more."
After saying that, Wang Xiaping narrowed her eyes at Xu Qingzhou and said in a deep voice: "How are you and Xiaoyao?"
"What is it like?" Xu Qingzhou pretended not to understand, and complained in his heart. His mother was really worried about his partner's affairs as before, just as a freshman.
Although he had indeed been a bachelor for more than thirty years in his previous life.
From the looks of it, my mother is really smart and sees that he needs to be a bachelor.
Wang Xiaping glared at Xu Qingzhou, "Don't talk nonsense, it's just about feelings."
"No." Xu Qingzhou picked up his rice and said, "The relationship between the two of us is that of pure friends."
"Really nothing?" Wang Xiaping asked with a frown.
"No." Xu Qingzhou held the soup bowl, "Mom, scoop me another bowl of soup."
"Scoop it yourself." Wang Xiaping felt that Xu Qingzhou was too disappointed. With such a good girl by his side, he was still just a friend?
Xu Qingzhou was a little helpless and complained that his mother's change of attitude was too fast. It hadn't even been a day and she had already begun to dislike her.
After dinner, Xu Qingzhou wanted to wash the dishes, but Wang Xiaping stopped him and told him that he had a flight to catch and asked him to have a good rest.
Everyone sat in the living room and watched TV again.
At 12:30 in the evening, Xu Qingzhou returned to the bedroom where he had been separated for a long time.
Compared with a month ago, the small bedroom has not changed much. The comic books that I once collected, the Changhong Sword that glows at night, and the books from the three years of high school are all there.
By the way, there are two extra bags of rice and a barrel of oil. Needless to say, everyone knows that they are issued by the work unit.
It's only been a month, and it's already starting to become a storage room.
Xu Qingzhou smiled and shook his head, and took out all the computers, materials, and manuscripts in his bag.
(End of chapter)