Why?This is obviously a surrogate abuse article [Transmigration Book]

For half a month after the Huaxia Grand Prix ended, Ruan Xiao had been recuperating at Zhou's house.

In the first few days, the club's coaches and teammates, as well as those friends who have been in touch, all took turns to visit the door, and the fruit basket and supplements were almost full.

Later, many reporters wanted to come to interview, but Xiao Kaiyang flatly refused, mainly because he didn't want to reveal Ruan Xiao's current address.

During that time, the club once received two large bags of postcards from the China National Skating Federation, both for Ruan Xiao.

When Ruan Xiao was recuperating in bed, he loved to flip through those postcards, and he was very happy to read them.

Only then did he realize that he not only had domestic fans, but also many foreign fans.

"Xiaoxiao is amazing..."

Ruan Xiao looked at the poorly understood English on the postcard, and while talking to himself, nodded slowly to express his approval.

"..."

Hearing the voice, Zhou Muye raised his head from his professional book, glanced at Ruan Xiao, then continued to read with his head down, but his hands were always massaging Ruan Xiao's injured ankle.

Originally, he wanted to hire a nurse to help Ruan Xiao recover, but Zhou Muye refused.

In the hospital, after Zhou Muye asked the director of the orthopedics department to teach him the massage techniques, he would take care of Ruan Xiao every day after his injury.

On this day, Ruan Manling came to Zhou's house with a slow-cooked local chicken soup.

Zhou Muye hadn't finished class yet, so he wasn't at home.

Qin Shuangqi's college exam season was approaching, so she simply brought all the review materials to Zhou's house during the day, and when Zhou Muye was away, she just happened to accompany Ruan Xiao, so that Ruan Xiao would not be bored alone.

Qin Shuangqi said she was here to accompany the patient, but she often occupied half of Ruan Xiao's bed, spread all kinds of books on the bedside, took out her mobile phone, opened the makeup box, and began to apply nail polish while chasing variety shows.

So when Ruan Manling opened the door of the guest room and came in, she happened to see Qin Shuangqi lying on the bed with her legs crossed, grabbing one of Ruan Xiao's paws to paint his nails.

Ruan Xiao shrank her hands and kept shouting, "No, no, no! What nail polish do boys wear!"

Qin Shuangqi □□: "Come on baby, blingbling after applying it, it's so beautiful."

Ruan Manling stood at the door: "..."

The two people in the room noticed the person who came in.

Ruan Xiao called: "Mom!"

Qin Shuangqi burst out two words of exclamation in a low voice, quickly got up from the bed, quickly arranged her clothes and hairstyle, and saved her ladylike image.

"Hello, Aunt Ling."

Ruan Manling responded, carried the chicken soup into the room, and put the bag aside by the way.

It was a limited edition donkey bag.

In this year, Ruan Manling has opened three hot pot restaurants in Shencheng from a little-known hot pot restaurant on the food street.

Ruan Manling is a catering business with a conscience, and she doesn't engage in the business of charging franchise fees. She does it herself in every branch, and she just relies on word of mouth to make it.

However, there is also Ruan Xiao's image of the national milk dumpling at work. Whenever Ruan Xiao participates in any competition, the turnover of that month will inevitably skyrocket.

When Ruan Xiao's fans came to eat hot pot at the store, Ruan Manling's attitude was more rigorous than that of regular customers, lest the hot pot restaurant would leave a bad impression on the fans, which would have a negative impact on Ruan Xiao.

As a result, after the fans visited the store once, they were full of praise, and instead gave a wave of free publicity on the Internet.

So Ruan Manling was really busy this year, but she was really making money. In a metropolis like Shanghai, she could be called a female entrepreneur.

After being a single mother for 20 years and devoting almost all her energy to her children, relying on her spirit of self-improvement and self-reliance, she finally had a turning point in her life.

Ruan Manling turned away the thermos and poured a bowl of chicken soup for Ruan Xiao: "How are your feet?"

Ruan Xiao sat up straight: "It's all right."

He looked at the clear golden chicken soup in the bowl, licked his lips, and was rather annoyed: "Mom, I can't drink any more, I think I have gained weight recently."

But when Ruan Manling handed the bowl over, Ruan Xiao was still quicker than her mind, and took it with both hands naturally.

Ruan Manling looked at Ruan Xiao.

The beads are round and jade-run, white and tender, and a small face seems to be able to pinch water.

People who are 20 years old still have some baby fat, but they are not fat at all.

"I wish you were fatter."

Ruan Manling poured Qin Shuangqi another bowl by the way.

Qin Shuangqi took it unceremoniously.

While the two little ones were snoring and drinking chicken soup, Ruan Manling walked around the customer's room and said with emotion, "I'm going to see my son now, but I have to go to someone else's house."

Ruan Xiao didn't say anything.

Qin Shuangqi swallowed a mouthful of tender bamboo shoots, her lips were so hot that her lips were trembling: "Damn, Auntie Ling, just like Xiaoxiao and Young Master Zhou, they will have to get their certificates sooner or later. Auntie Shang and Uncle Zhou both let people live at home, so they must have recognized Xiaoxiao, you Just don't mind it, just treat it as Xiaoxiao's own home, and the water that is spilled is like this."

"Cough! Qin Shuangqi..."

Ruan Xiao choked successfully.

Ruan Manling was taken aback by Qin Shuangqi's speech.

Ruan Xiao wiped his mouth and tried to explain: "Mom, Ah Ye and I..."

Ruan Manling continued: "I know, Young Master Zhou has already told me."

Ruan Xiao froze for a moment, still wondering when Zhou Muye would disclose their relationship with his mother.

Yet at this time.

The cell phone in the donkey bag rang.

Ruan Manling took out her mobile phone, it was an unfamiliar number.

Thinking it was a business cooperation, she picked it up and listened: "Hello?"

However, the moment the other party spoke, Ruan Manling was obviously stunned at first, then stood up and turned her back.

She seemed a little unsteady and had to hold the back of the chair with her hands.

Ruan Manling's voice couldn't detect any emotion: "You made a mistake."

Said, hung up the phone.

But within two seconds, the phone rang again.

This time, Ruan Manling looked at the phone screen, but didn't answer it.

Indoors, the phone rang suddenly and repeatedly.

Until Ruan Xiao called softly from behind: "Mom."

It was only then that Ruan Manling seemed to have regained her senses, she cut off the ringtone all of a sudden, then turned around, and gave Ruan Xiao a stiff smile: "Xiaoxiao, Mom still has something to do, let's go first, I'll see you in two days."

"Huh? Mom..."

However, Ruan Manling seemed to have something very urgent, so she hurried out of the room regardless of Ruan Xiao's persuasion.

Ruan Xiao looked at Qin Shuangqi incomprehensibly.

Qin Shuangqi shrugged at him, expressing that she didn't understand either.

Ruan Xiao held the bowl, looked at the bottomless chicken soup, and frowned slightly, feeling something strange.

Immediately afterwards, he saw something out of the corner of his eye.

Ruan Xiao sat up all of a sudden, and patted the quilt anxiously: "Qiqi, I forgot my mother's bag!"

Qin Shuangqi quickly put down the bowl, trotted around the bed, picked up the donkey bag, and trotted out: "I'll send it now!"

When the room quieted down, Ruan Xiao lowered his face, thinking to himself.

I don't know what happened to make my mother, who has always been calm and self-sufficient, go in such a hurry that she even forgot to take her bag.

Qin Shuangqi left for a full 5 minutes, but when she came back, she still had her bag in her hand, and her expression was a little dazed.

Seeing her like this, Ruan Xiao was puzzled: "Where have you been chasing her?"

"No, treasure." Qin Shuangqi shook her head, finally came back to her senses, then sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed Ruan Xiao's hand, "I just went downstairs, and saw that Aunt Ling hadn't left the house yet, and she was talking to someone on the phone It's noisy."

Ruan Xiao was nervous: "Ah—?"

"Auntie Ling said something clearly, she said..." Qin Shuangqi stared at Ruan Xiao with piercing eyes, "He is not your son."

Ruan Xiao hasn't come around the corner to understand what he meant.

Qin Shuangqi was so excited that she shook Ruan Xiao's hand up and down: "Baby! Your father may be looking for you!"

Ruan Xiao was in a daze for a moment, then said "Ah?" again.

In the evening, Ruan Xiao found a chance to make a phone call and ask Ruan Manling if there was anything wrong.

But Ruan Manling's tone remained the same, she didn't show any abnormality, and she didn't reveal anything.

Ruan Xiao hung up the phone, inevitably a little disappointed.

Before going to bed at night, Ruan Xiao tossed and turned on the bed unable to fall asleep.

He rolled into Zhou Muye's arms, stayed quietly for a while, then rolled away again, then rolled over and back, until Zhou Muye trapped him and did not move.

There was a burst of playful laughter in the quilt.

Zhou Muye held him in his arms: "What are you doing?"

Ruan Xiao played with the buttons of Zhou Muye's pajamas for a while before raising his flushed face: "Ah Ye, I think I'm going to have a father."

Zhou Muye met Ruan Xiao's bright eyes, slightly frowned slightly, and raised his hand to stroke back Ruan Xiao's hair.

Knowing Ruan Xiao's previous experience, it is not difficult to understand his desire for family and parents.

Zhou Muye grabbed the back of Ruan Xiao's head with one hand: "That's a good thing."

Ruan Xiao suddenly sighed, and became depressed: "But my mother doesn't seem to want to recognize him, and she doesn't tell me anything."

Zhou Muye patted Ruan Xiao on the back.

After a while, the voice said calmly: "There are some things, I leave it to Aunt Ling to decide."

Ruan Xiao nodded in agreement.

If the real father came to see her, Ruan Manling had the final say on whether they could recognize each other. After all, Ruan Manling raised the child alone. Only Ruan Manling had the right to decide whether she could forgive the father who had been absent for more than 20 years.

It is inconvenient for Ruan Xiao to get involved in the affairs of the previous generation.

Seeing Ruan Xiao listless and drooping eyelids, Zhou Muye lowered his head and moved closer: "What? Do you want to see your biological father so much?"

Ruan Xiao shook his head: "It's not..."

Zhou Muye stroked Ruan Xiao's stomach with one hand, lowered his eyelashes, and said in a soft voice, "I am a person who can be a parent... Mother of the child, you can create a happy family by yourself."

Almost suddenly, Ruan Xiao's face turned red, and the tips of his ears felt hot.

He glanced at Zhou Muye several times, and finally, taking a deep breath, gathered his courage, wrapped his hands around Zhou Muye's neck, and leaned towards him coquettishly: "Then... then tell me, when will you create it?"

Zhou Muye: "Look at you."

Ruan Xiao really thought about it, thought about it, and said, "I think...you have to wait until you retire."

Zhou Muye lowered his eyes and sighed softly.

"Why?" Ruan Xiao leaned over to observe Zhou Muye's expression, "You don't think I'm late, do you?"

The wall lamps are dim and warm.

Zhou Muye blinked his eyelashes slowly, a mole of tears under his eyes made his face noble.

"At least seven years to wait...a boy, there are several seven years to wait..."

Ruan Xiao: "..."

But then, Ruan Xiao was shocked, afraid that Zhou Muye would not want to create a beautiful family with him, so he patted him on the shoulder like a chicken blood: "Dean Zhou, you just finished graduate school in seven years, and you don't have a family. Trivial things, you will be smooth sailing! And when will the child not be born? Wouldn’t it be better to wait for us to stabilize? We are all young, and we should strive for our careers next! Don’t you think so?”

Zhou Muye drooped his eyelids, looking a little sad, and his cold voice sounded lifeless:

"I'm worthless."

"I don't want to struggle."

"I just want to take care of my husband and raise my children at home."

"..."

Ruan Xiao held back for a long time, at a loss for what to do, and finally held Zhou Muye's face in his hands: "Aye, get up! You are a bossy persona!"

***

Ruan Manling never mentioned the phone call that day after that.

Ruan Xiao also forgot about the suspected father coming to the door.

Soon, Ruan Xiao's ankle was no longer swollen, and he was able to walk on the ground and jump up and down.

But the coach must give him a vacation, so he can stay at home for a few more days.

It coincided with the beginning of winter, according to the custom, he was called by Ruan Manling to drink mutton soup in the shop.

Ruan Manling: "By the way, bring my son-in-law along."

Ruan Xiao faltered with a red face: "Mom...Mom, not so fast..."

Ruan Manling: "Hurry up? You're not in a hurry, Mom is in a hurry for you. Such a good son-in-law, if I don't hurry up, I'm afraid I'll run away."

Ruan Xiao sat in the car, pinched the little chicken's pillow, and hummed softly: "I can't run away."

Ruan Xiao hung up the phone.

Zhou Muye was driving beside him, his voice was light: "Why can't you run away?"

Ruan Xiao stretched out a hand, clenched five fingers one by one, looked at Zhou Muye, and raised his small face proudly: "I can handle everything."

Zhou Muye: "What?"

Ruan Xiao blinked: "You."

Zhou Muye suppressed a smile, restrained his expression, concentrated on driving, and said coldly, "Oh."

Ruan Xiao frowned and sat up straight: "Hey, what do you mean?"

"That's right."

"You don't admit it?"

"If you want to think so, I can't help it."

"Ano!"

"Oh."

Ruan Xiao snorted, hugged the little yellow chicken, turned around abruptly, leaned against the car door and looked out the window.

Boyfriends are always annoying.

At a red light at the intersection, the car stopped.

A big warm hand stretched out from the side, and grabbed Ruan Xiao's thin ears.

"Hold on, I can't run away."

A low, cold voice sounded behind him.

Looking at the bustling night street scene outside, Ruan Xiao had a tight face at first, but almost at the next moment, the corners of his lips curled up uncontrollably.

***

On the day of Lidong, Bai Kesong happened to return to Shencheng from the northern city.

Sitting in the car on his way home, he passed a busy food street, glanced at the street name on the sign at the intersection, thought of something, pondered for a moment, and said to the assistant in the passenger seat: "Stop, put me down."

Bai Kesong was unaccompanied by his assistant, so he got out of the car alone, carrying a walking stick with him, and looked for the shops on the food street.

He accidentally saw some information on the Internet before, saying that there was a hot pot restaurant on this street, which was opened by Ruan Xiao's family.

Bai Kesong passed by unintentionally today, thinking that he would eat alone when he went home, so he got out of the car in a strange way.

The hot pot restaurant mentioned on the Internet is not difficult to find. As long as you walk to the middle of the food street, you can see a bustlingly decorated shop with people lined up at the entrance. That posture is very scary.

Bai Kesong usually goes to high-end restaurants, and doesn't often come to places like food courts, and has almost no awareness of queuing for meals.

He lingered at the door for a long time before he figured out that he had to go to the front desk to get a number and a menu by the way.

Bai Kesong was queuing up in the crowd, dressed in high-end and exquisite attire, which seemed out of place with the crowd around him.

However, after waiting for almost half an hour, looking at the formation again, it seemed that there was no end.

Bai Kesong looked around, seeing that he couldn't stand up against the cold wind with his whole body, after thinking about it, he stood up and prepared to withdraw from this young man's activity.

When pushing out of the crowd, one of them didn't stand firm and staggered forward.

However, at this moment, a young man stretched out his hand from the side and helped him up.

Bai Kesong raised his head and met a pair of star-like eyes.

Bai Kesong was slightly taken aback.

It was a boy, wearing a thick white coat and a mask printed with cartoon patterns. His hair was black and soft, and only a pair of smiling eyes were exposed.

Bai Kesong immediately recognized that it was the kid on the TV.

It's called Ruan Xiao.

Looking behind Ruan Xiao, there is a tall and slender young man wearing a mask of the same style.

Bai Kesong was about to thank him.

Ruan Xiao said in a calm voice, "Grandpa, are you alright?"

Hearing the meaningless "Grandpa", Bai Kesong froze for a moment.

After a while, he waved to Ruan Xiao, leaning on his crutches.

Ruan Xiao is now a well-known national milk dumpling, at least he is considered a public figure, so he has to wear a mask when eating at his hot pot restaurant.

Of course Zhou Muye was no exception.

Ruan Xiao originally wanted to take Zhou Muye into the hot pot restaurant from the side alley, but he saw a very conspicuous old man in the crowd, with gray hair and exquisite clothes, and there seemed to be no acquaintances around him.

Because such customers are not common, it is easy to notice in the crowd.

Seeing that Bai Kesong was standing still, Ruan Xiao withdrew his hand and asked casually, "Are you here to eat hot pot?"

Bai Kesong nodded, then glanced at the crowd behind, showing a wry smile: "I want to catch up with young people's fashion, and eat hot pot at an Internet celebrity restaurant, but I didn't expect to have to wait for so long...I'm old, and I can't wait." Move, or go home and do it yourself."

The image of a lonely old man immediately jumped into people's hearts.

Ruan Xiao felt a little sorry: "You came here alone?"

Bai Kesong: "Yes."

Ruan Xiao hesitated, and looked back at Zhou Muye, and after getting some kind of look signal, the corners of his eyes were bent.

Ruan Xiao looked at Bai Kesong again, mysteriously: "Grandpa, come, I'll take you through a VIP passage."

Bai Kesong looked at Ruan Xiao who was the first to go to the side alley, and stood still for a while, then his expression loosened and he showed a rare smile.

There is an iron ladder leading to the second floor on the side of the house.

Zhou Muye walked in the front.

Ruan Xiao took Zhou Muye's hand, looked back at Bai Kesong from time to time, and whispered, "Grandpa, walk slowly, the ladder is a bit steep..."

Fortunately, there are street lights here, so I can't see it.

Bai Kesong hasn't felt so relaxed for a long time.

When going up the stairs, he couldn't help but say, "I know you."

Ruan Xiao looked back, but he didn't look surprised, instead there was a smile in his eyes.

Ruan Xiao's heart swelled for a moment.

Ever since he became a national milk dumpling, he has been recognized from the age of six to the age of 60.

Ruan Xiao pinched the edge of the mask with his fingers and was about to pull it off, but he was recognized anyway.

He was curious: "Grandpa, where did you know me?"

I don't know if it was on TV or in a news interview.

Bai Kesong didn't hide it, showing a kind smile: "I gave you a tutoring card before."

Ruan Xiao's mind went blank.

Tuition card?

Bai Kesong sighed in relief: "I heard that you were admitted to Jiaotong University..."

Finally, he confirmed, "Your name is Ruan Xiao, right?"

Ruan Xiao was a little dazed, remembering the 20 tutoring cards that are still hidden under the potted plants in Zhou's flower house...

then.

Ruan Xiao pinched the edge of the mask tightly, and trotted up the stairs two steps, next to Zhou Muye.

He swung his hand towards the people behind him, and hid his head left and right behind Zhou Muye, his breath faint:

"No, no, grandpa...you got it wrong...you got the wrong person..."

Bai Kesong: "..."

The author has something to say:

Good gift, no more grandchildren.

I'm going to work, very frustrated, struggling to move, the chapter that was added, I will make it up next weekend.