"Soldier, you look good!"

"Handsome brother, so handsome!"

These are all outrageous and inappropriate words!

Lan Yuchu thought to herself that the person she was talking about must be herself.

One night passed!

When Lan Yuchu got up early in the morning, she came back from her run and saw her mother making breakfast.

"Mom, I bought breakfast. It's all hot, so you don't need to make it?" He ran past the commune's breakfast shop and bought some fried dough sticks and steamed buns.

While frowning, Qian Xiuying said as she cooked noodles, "Your little bit of food isn't enough. Your father came back last night and can't eat hard food for breakfast. He needs something soft."

She couldn't sleep all night thinking about her son and Lin Qiyue.

When Lan Yu first saw Qian Xiuying making breakfast, he put the things down and looked around the room, noticing that his wife was still asleep.

Not wanting to wake her, I could only go to the kitchen to help.

"Mom, let me help you with the fire?" As she squatted down to tend the fire, Qian Xiuying glanced at Lan Yuchu, then pulled him up and asked, "Second son, Mom's asking you, is your wife going to divorce you, or are you going to divorce her?"

Upon hearing this, Lan Yuchu immediately frowned and asked, "Mom, what are you saying? Who said anything about getting a divorce?"

"Your sister overheard this at the door of your room yesterday and said that July wants to divorce you." Qian Xiuying held a spoon in her hand and looked at her son with a worried expression.

Lan Yuchu thought about their conversation and then about Lin Qiyue, but did not respond.

Qian Xiuying started to get anxious, tugging at Lan Yuchu's clothes and whispering a warning: "These are special times, you can't get a divorce. Besides, if you get a divorce in July, you'll have nowhere to go. You two should try to get along well first. Feelings can always be rekindled. It would be best to have a child first."

Upon hearing this, Lan Yuchu disagreed and retorted, "Mom, how can you have a child when you're so thin in July?"

Qian Xiuying loosened her grip on Lan Yuchu's clothes and stated her position: "Your father and I firmly disagree. If she gets angry, just coax her, buy her a gift, be nice to her, and she'll be fine in a couple of days! These past few years, you haven't been home, and she must have had a hard time. It's my fault for not taking care of her feelings in time."

"When we go out later, take her for a walk, let her relax, and talk things out, okay?"

Seeing that her son didn't respond, she couldn't help but give him a warning look: "Do you understand?"

Lan Yuchu reluctantly replied, "I understand, don't worry."

Lan Yusui opened the door, still sleepy, put on her school uniform, and slung her schoolbag over her shoulder.

"Little sister, have breakfast before you go to school, it's still early." Qian Xiuying rarely had time to make breakfast at home.

Hearing my mother's concerned voice, I remembered that my second brother had returned.