Who wants to take the civil service exam after being reborn?

Chapter 113 Are you there? (I’m back to write)
After returning home, Chen Peisong and Mao Xiaoqin did not ask about the gift-giving process in detail. They just looked at the branches of osmanthus in Chen's hand in surprise.

"It was a bit windy last night, and a bunch of osmanthus flowers fell off the ground in the school. Today is a holiday, so no one is cleaning it up."

Chen said with a smile: "I picked a few flower buds when I passed by. They smell so good when I put them at home."

"Then put it on the shoe cabinet."

Mao Xiaoqin said: "You and your father have the stinkiest shoes in the family. No matter how hard you scrub, they just won't get clean."

Chen Zhuo placed a few osmanthus flowers that were about to bloom on the shoe cabinet and prepared to wash his hands and eat.

At the dinner table, Mao Xiaoqin seemed to be stimulated by the balance in the securities account and asked a lot of questions about stocks.

Chen was quite worried about her stock trading, so he joked, "Mom, if you play stocks privately, remember to buy the same one as me."

“Why would I play this?”

Mao Xiaoqin shook her head like a rattle: "I'm afraid you'll lose money. When I return to the hospital after the holidays, I'll ask my colleagues when it's the right time to sell. You should try to keep the same pace as everyone else."

Empress Dowager Mao had never traded stocks, so she sounded like an amateur when she spoke. The capital market does not emphasize making money together.

This time, Chen Zhe must run faster than everyone else, after all, others are greedy and I am fearful!
After finishing his meal, Chen played some 4399 games on his computer, and then chatted on QQ.

It seems that my friends are all very busy today, and each of them has something to complain about.

College students are all like this. When they encounter nagging elders, noisy children, cheating uncles, and divorced aunts in life, they all like to share them with their friends.

Therefore, whether it is the "cos" group or the "sweet" group, the messages are refreshed very quickly.

Yu Xian had some relatives coming to her house today. She cooked two of her signature dishes. She felt bad about spending money on her phone so she didn’t send any MMS messages, so she took some photos and planned to show them off in front of Chen Zhe tomorrow.

Huang Baihan attended his cousin's wedding today, but he typed a little slowly. In the "cos" group, he was no match for Wang Changhua and Wu Yu. No one listened to him.

That’s how group chats work. If you type slowly, you don’t deserve to chat.

Therefore, he could only complain to Mou Jiawen and Yuanyuan in the "sweet" group about those relatives he hadn't seen for a long time, such as a plate of soy sauce chicken that disappeared as soon as he picked up his chopsticks, a child peed on him, and the bridesmaid was not good-looking... these trivial things.

Mou Jiawen made an appointment with her junior high school classmates to go to the zoo today. Yuanyuan went shopping with her mother after dinner. Everyone had something to do, as if everyone's life was colorful.

Song Shiwei looked at the messages in the group chat, refreshing one by one in front of his eyes.

She did not go out today and stayed in her 300-square-meter home. To be more precise, she spent most of her time in her bedroom.

The bedroom is over 40 square meters and has a bathroom, and the decoration style is very classy.

However, Song Shiwei wanted to go back to the dormitory in college, which looked a bit cramped but was actually very free.

"Boom boom boom!"

There was another knock on the door outside the bedroom, and mother Lu Man's voice sounded again, mixed with some irritability, and she might have frowned again.

"Who was the boy you were walking with that night?"

Lu Man asked: "You still don't plan to say it?"

Song Shiwei didn't want to respond, and just watched everyone chatting in the group, even though they were all complaining.

However... for someone like me who can't go out even during the holidays, I'm still quite envious.

"Don't think that if you don't say anything, I won't be able to do anything."

Lu Man said through the door: "It's not like I don't have acquaintances in your school. If I want to check, I can definitely find out."

Lu Man is a professor at South China Agricultural University, a famous university in Guangzhou. As she said, she has friends at South China Agricultural University.

After hearing this, Song Shiwei suddenly frowned.

In fact, Lu Man also frowned unconsciously at the beginning, and later it gradually became a habit.

She seemed to be passing this habit on to her daughter unconsciously.

Song Shiwei walked over, opened the door, and stared at her mother calmly: "He is just an ordinary friend, please don't disturb him."

"I've been asking you for so long since I got home yesterday, but you won't tell me."

Lu Man asked coldly: "Now that you heard that I was going to the school to find him, you opened the door out of worry?"

Song Shiwei's eyes flickered, and she seemed to be unable to understand her mother's logic. She sighed deeply in her heart: "I just think that there is no need to cause trouble to others."

"How is this causing trouble?"

Lu Man asked back: "Since we are just ordinary friends, then what's wrong with me meeting him? I just want to know what kind of person he is and what his purpose is in approaching you."

Song Shiwei looked at her mother's stubborn expression and knew that she couldn't convince her no matter what, so she closed the door silently again.

Outside the door, Lu Man was still talking: "Don't think that mom is too controlling, I am doing this for your own good..."

Song Shiwei didn't want to respond, so she gently opened the bedroom window.

The moonlight seemed to be blocked outside, as if it couldn't come in, and it fell all over the floor with a "crash".

Outside the window, the evening breeze is as gentle as ever, and the leisurely floating clouds seem to be selling freedom. The photo of mother and daughter on the desk still looks as smiling as flowers, but if you think of what the mother said just now, it feels a bit ironic.

Song Shiwei suddenly wanted to go downstairs for a walk. For the first time in so many years, she felt that if she continued to stay at home, her chest would be so suffocated that she would not be able to breathe.

So she changed her clothes and walked straight to the entrance.

Lu Man, who was sitting in the large and deserted living room, frowned subconsciously: "Where are you going?"

"Take a walk in the neighborhood."

Song Shiwei said after changing his shoes.

"Wait a minute, it's so late..."

Lu Man stood up quickly.

He had only taken two steps when he heard the door slam open and Song Shiwei had already gone out.

Lu Man's expression froze for a moment. Although she didn't slam the door and leave, it seemed that this was the first time her daughter left home in this way.

"Professor Lu."

At this time, the nanny who was in charge of cooking at home came over with a bowl of bird's nest. Lu Man waved her hand and said, "Weiwei went downstairs for a walk. I'll give it to her when she comes back."

The nanny took the bird's nest back to the kitchen to continue simmering it. Suddenly, she heard Lu Man ask from behind: "Aunt Rong, am I too strict with the child?"

The nanny didn't dare to say anything more. She could only adopt a way not to offend anyone and said with a smile: "You are also concerned about her. Weiwei may not understand it now, but she will understand it when she grows up..."

Lu Man said nothing. He walked to the balcony with a frown on his face, feeling a little regretful.

In fact, every time she lost her temper with her daughter or forced her daughter to do something she didn't like, she would regret it afterwards.

But the next time, it seemed difficult to control it again.

I checked the time and found it was already 10 o'clock. I wanted to remind him that it was too late and unsafe, but the message I sent turned into:
You are not allowed to leave the community. You must be home before 10:20, otherwise I will go downstairs to find you.

……

Song Shiwei was sitting on a stone bench. She hadn't noticed at home just now that the sky tonight was so deep and blue. Facing the dark night, she suddenly seemed so insignificant.

Next to it is the artificial pond in the community. Fireflies are flashing faint lights, and the sound of frogs can be heard from the short grass. Seeing all this makes me feel much better.

However, after seeing the text message sent by her mother, Song Shiwei suddenly felt that everything around her had lost its color again.

Song Shiwei knew her mother very well. She always did what she said when it came to controlling herself.

The impenetrable shackles of maternal love are like a collapsing black hole, which seem to take away all the happiness in college.

"I don't know if Dad can persuade Mom."

Song Shiwei thought to himself.

She is not a wooden person. When she comes into contact with Chen, she feels an unprecedented sense of freshness.

There were rumors on the high school campus, he helped Zhao Yuanyuan secure her place in the dormitory when she entered university, he was asked to treat a guest for the first time, he cooked in the small kitchen for the first time... Beneath his cold appearance, he was hiding a contented joy in his heart.

It was like the sunshine shining on me, drying my wet cotton jacket bit by bit.

But when he took out his cell phone and clicked on the "Dad" contact, Song Shiwei hesitated again, and then gave up.

If Dad could really persuade Mom, their relationship wouldn't have reached this point.

"Where's Jiawen?"

Song Shiwei also thought of her few friends, but what could she do?

At this moment, Song Shiwei suddenly felt like a hollow gauze window, unable to filter out any freedom and happiness, and could only leave behind a ball of cotton-like pressure.

Finally, Song Shiwei still planned to say hello to Chen Zhe in advance, so that if his mother found him one day, Chen Zhe would be mentally prepared.

Or in other words, say goodbye to this boy who makes you feel "interesting", and spend your college life in darkness and tranquility just like high school.

Song Shiwei opened her "sweet" group, her pale cheeks reflected on the phone screen, and her finger pointed at Chen Zhuo's avatar.

But when she opened the dialog box, she suddenly didn't know how to bring up this matter.

It was the first time for her to take the initiative to find a boy.

After hesitating for a long time, Song Shiwei typed two words:
Are you there?

……

Chen Zhuo was playing Tank Wars on his broken computer at home, while Chen Peisong was acting as a staff officer beside him, occasionally directing the tanks in which direction to charge.

After washing clothes for her son, Mao Xiaoqin sat on the sofa, cracking melon seeds and watching "Golden Wedding" starring Zhang Guoli and Jiang Wenli.

The moment he saw the message on QQ, Chen himself was a little surprised.

As far as I can remember, this is the first time that School Beauty Song has taken the initiative to look for me.

"Dad, I leave it to you."

Chen Zhuo gave up the main seat of the game to Lao Chen, picked up the phone and replied: "Yes."

Shi Wei: Let me tell you something.

Calm: Okay, you go ahead.

However, Chen waited for a long time, but there was no movement from Song Shiwei.

Chen thought for a while and asked: Is it because the cause and effect are complicated to explain, so you don’t know how to start?
This time, she quickly replied: Yes.

"That's it..."

Chen scratched his head, thinking that since the matter was very complicated and he didn't know how to start, he replied: Let's talk in person, you find a place.

In fact, when Song Shiwei saw the three words "say it in person", his heart skipped a beat.

She had never thought of meeting a boy so late, especially since her mother sent her a message ordering her not to leave the community gate and to be home before 10:20.

However, looking at the gate of the community with cars coming and going, it seemed as if a suppressed rebellion was at work, and a strong urge to betray his current life burst out from his heart. With the power to burn all shackles, Song Shiwei suddenly wanted to go out.

Why can’t we leave the community?

Why do you have to go home before 10:20?
Can't I have a little freedom?

Song Shiwei picked up the phone, and his originally pale face seemed to turn rosy because of the impending rebellious behavior.

She typed on her phone: "Do you know Zhujiang Dijing? It's right next to the river, you can take a walk there."

"Pearl River Royal View?"

Chen thought to himself that everyone in Guangzhou knew about that extremely expensive neighborhood, where one bedroom was as big as our house.

"I know. Wait for me."

Chen replied, then said hello to his parents and looked at the osmanthus flowers on the shoe cabinet before leaving.

For some unknown reason, I took one and put it in my pocket.

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(End of this chapter)