Reborn 1980: Cannon fodder mother changes her life against fate

On the way to the work unit, Xiao Ya was always worried and worried, and sometimes said, "Your mother must think that I am ignorant because I live with you before we are married."

Sometimes he said: "What should I do? I will go to your place at night."

From Song Zhiyu's perspective, he couldn't quite understand his girlfriend's complicated and fearful emotions.

When she was with Shen Jiajia, Shen Jiajia had never been so nervous when facing his family. She was always generous and relaxed.

So he comforted his girlfriend: "Relax, my parents are very nice people and won't make things difficult for you. Don't scare yourself."

Xiao Ya glanced at him and muttered: "You don't understand, differences of family status have been common since ancient times, let alone your family..." The following words were interrupted by Song Zhiyu, who stopped the car and helped her unbuckle her seat belt.

Low and gentle, "As long as I'm here, you don't have to think so much. I'll pick you up at six o'clock. Now, go to work."

Watching his girlfriend's worried figure disappear from the door of their unit, Song Zhiyu pulled the gear with one hand, started the accelerator and turned around towards home.

Lu Chuyao was sleeping lightly on the sofa, covered with a thin blanket. When he heard the door open, he didn't even move his eyelids.

The living room was silent. Song Zhiyu turned to the kitchen to drink water. He leaned against the kitchen table and stared at the wild flowers Xiao Ya picked from somewhere on the roadside and fell into deep thought.

"Do you have anything to explain to me?" The person on the sofa couldn't sit still and glanced over with a faint look, which was invisibly overwhelming.

"What explanation do you want."

Song Zhiyu came to his mother and sat down next to her, with a smile on his face and a talkative look.

Apart from my girlfriend, there should be no one who can appear in this house in the morning.

The couple's shoes in the entrance, the various cooking spice jars on the island, and the toiletries in the bathroom all indicate that there is a woman in this house and she has been living with him for a long time.

After they left in the morning, Lu Chuyao walked around and the situation became clear. The problem was that her son had just broken up not long ago... and it was too fast to fall into a new relationship.

Song Zhiyu shrugged, "When the feeling comes, we'll be together."

"Fast food love" is the final word.

"No, we are very serious." He looked seriously into his mother's eyes and told her: "Xiao Ya is a good girl, kind and sensitive. I like her very much."

Lu Chuyao couldn't deny it, but she didn't know how to beat a mandarin duck. She followed her son's example and shrugged: "ok".

Anyway, my son is still young and in the stage of struggle, so he probably won’t talk about marriage so early.

After talking about Xiao Xiao, the topic turned to Lu Chuyao.

"You haven't told me why you suddenly came to Beijing."

Lu Chuyao was speechless and kept silent.Judging from his expression, he looks very awkward.

Song Zhiyu chuckled and said clearly: "My dad made you angry", using an affirmative sentence.

Lu Chuyao hummed, the face of a man who was almost 50 years old showed the unique coquettish expression of a young girl, natural but not artificial.

To be honest, the number of times my parents quarreled was zero when I was growing up, because my mother was always unilaterally angry with my father.

The general process is this: the mother gets into trouble and starts to get angry, the father realizes it later, and immediately coaxes her when he notices it, buys flowers, apologizes and kisses, and reconciles.

The two of them "quarreled" almost all night, occasionally until the next day, but never more than three days at most.

This time he actually came to Beijing without saying a word... Song Zhiyu touched his chin, looked at his mother with half-closed eyes, and said, "That's not right."

"Ok?"

The son is a devil and a devil, and nothing can be hidden from him at home.Lu Chuyao coughed covertly, stood up and said, "Where should I stay tonight?"

Changing the topic is too untechnical.

Song Zhiyu gave his old mother face and said with a smile: "Are you sure you want to stay here?" He usually stays at the hotel.

Lu Chuyao crossed his chest and nodded, turned around and raised his eyebrows, "Why, the mother who raised you came to Beijing to visit her son, and she didn't even want to take him in?"

As he spoke, he started acting again, "You have no conscience. I raised you all over the place, but you actually do this to me, woo woo."

"Tsk, I'm not Lao Song. Your fake crying is of no use to me. The guest bedroom is empty. If you don't mind, just stay in this one." When the door was opened, there was a bare bed.

The mother and son were chatting and making trouble, had lunch together, and went shopping with them in the mall. Song Zhiyu was bleeding heavily.

It was almost six o'clock when we came out of the cinema.

Lu Chuyao thought of the little girl and asked his son, "Is it time for you to pick someone up?"

"Yes, I will take you back to Shenghao first and then pick her up from get off work."

"Farewell, we're having dinner outside, I'll treat you." Lu Chuyao said neatly and immediately asked her son to pick her up with her.

No one knew how Xiao Ya felt immediately wanting to turn around and go back to the unit when she saw Song Zhiyu's mother through the open car window.

The mental construction I had just completed at my workstation was instantly lost.

Her brain was shut down and she could only call aunt dryly.

Lu Chuyao has always been patient with girls, especially his son's partner. She responded gently and asked her if she was tired from work.

Xiao Ya was flattered. She sat on the passenger side and turned around to answer, "I'm not tired."But she didn't know what to say next. Fortunately, Song Zhiyu understood her and answered: "Okay, I will have time for you to chat later during the meal. Sit down and sit down."

Lu Chuyao leaned back on his seat and laughed silently.My son drove very smoothly, and he bought an expensive car. There was no noise at all, and he fell asleep unknowingly.

Song Zhiyu saw his mother asleep through the rearview mirror, and silently searched for delicious restaurants in Beijing. When he reached the intersection, he turned left and arrived at a Japanese restaurant 10 minutes later.

This Japanese restaurant has been open for two years. The owner is a well-known gourmet in Beijing who returned from studying in Osaka and has top-level research on food.Therefore, the ingredients, taste, and details in his store are all exquisite.

Lu Chuyao tasted the signature dish recommended by the boss and praised it repeatedly: "It's good, it tastes great. I haven't eaten such authentic Japanese food in a long time."

He glanced at Xiao Ya opposite him and asked with concern: "Is Xiao Ya used to eating?"

Xiao Ya swallowed the food in her mouth tightly and replied: "Okay, I like their sushi and eel rice very much."

"As long as you like it, if it's enough, do you want to order another one?"

"That's enough, that's enough, I have a small appetite."

After the meal, Lu Chuyao and Xiao Ya had very little conversation, and Song Zhiyu was talking most of the time.

However, the atmosphere was surprisingly harmonious and not awkward at all.When leaving the Japanese food shop, Lu Chuyao asked her son to take her to the hotel.

Xiao Ya was surprised, why would she go to a hotel when there was a guest bedroom at home.She didn't ask, but looked very confused.

Song Zhiyu did as he was told, and after checking in his mother, he personally sent her upstairs to the suite. He said good night before taking Xiao Ya away.

Back in the car, Song Zhiyu glanced at his girlfriend's expression and kindly gave her an answer: "My mother is afraid of disturbing us, and she fully respects the couple's space. And... a five-star hotel is more comfortable than a guest bedroom, and she has always known how to enjoy it."

"Oh~" When Xiao Ya heard this statement for the first time, she felt it was amazing. "Your mother is so open-minded and different from ordinary people."

"Of course." A rare fart.