Chapter 992 The Ouroboros of Love

Elementary school usually ends early, let alone first grade. Some students start packing their bags before get out of class ends and rush out of the classroom as soon as the bell rings, like monkeys. Chen Miaomiao from the class was also among the first group of students to rush out.

Remembering her promise to her father that evening, Lu Yanhe immediately stuffed the books into her schoolbag one by one, ready to slip away.

Seeing how quickly he packed, Zheng Wanjun asked curiously, "Where did you go at noon?"

"I'm not telling you~ I'm not telling you~ I'm not~ telling you~"

Lu Yanhe looked up and responded to her deskmate Zheng Wanjun's question in a cheeky tone.

Perhaps even Lu Yuanqiu himself couldn't have imagined that when his son imitated his cheeky behavior, it wouldn't make girls dislike him; instead, it would make the girls in front of him laugh heartily.

Seeing Zheng Wanjun covering her mouth with both hands and smiling, and recalling how easily her father could make her mother, aunt, and Aunt Chun angry, Lu Yanhe was stunned and somewhat puzzled. He had also wanted to see Zheng Wanjun angry, but she smiled instead, which made him inexplicably unhappy.

I hate it even more now.

"I'm leaving now, I'm not talking to you anymore."

He grabbed his schoolbag and hurriedly ran towards the classroom door, but didn't notice Chen Miaomiao who had come back to get something. The two bumped into each other at the door and both fell to the ground.

Lu Yanhe glanced at his scraped elbow, while Chen Miaomiao, sitting opposite him, looked at him panting, her big eyes filled with fear. The little girl patted her bottom and quickly got up, leaning against the door frame, timidly moving around him like a crab, and ran back to the classroom.

Lu Yanhe turned around and looked at her with a puzzled expression, but didn't say anything. She got up, grabbed her schoolbag, and continued running towards the stairwell.

Dad should have arrived by now.

As the sky turned rosy.

Lu Yuanqiu drove his car out of his grandmother's house with his son.

They originally only wanted to ask their grandmother for maple leaves, but Lu Yanhe received two bright red maple leaves from her instead.

On one of the maple leaves, the old lady lovingly wrote the three characters "Lu Yanhe" in front of Yanyan.

Good heavens, her handwriting is so beautiful. Lu Yuanqiu knew that his grandmother had gone to school, but he heard it from his second uncle. However, this was the first time Lu Yuanqiu had seen his grandmother write.

As for the other maple leaf, it was also drawn by Grandma. The words on it were written by Second Uncle holding the pen, with Grandma holding his hand, stroke by stroke, like teaching a child to copy.

Despite their hands being clasped tightly together, the pen still trembled uncontrollably, and the writing on the maple leaf was crooked and winding, much like the lives of the two elderly people.

Fortunately, the handwriting still retains its beauty.

The above is not a name, but a title.

"Senior Sister Manping."

This is the "maple leaf red" that belongs to Second Master.

But it was his grandmother who wrote it while holding his hand.

The son in the passenger seat was sorting through the maple leaves he had received over the past two days, while Lu Yuanqiu honked the horn with mixed feelings, reminding pedestrians and electric scooters ahead to give way.

It turns out that Grandma's name is Cao Manping.

It's a pity that Second Master is confused now, or perhaps not confused, but his soul has returned to that youthful era that turned countless heroes with love in their hearts into cowards.

He has raised four sons well in his life, and now he wants to go back and educate that coward from back then.

Lu Yanhe, at such a young age, had already learned to sigh: "Grandma might not be able to come over easily..."

“Grandma is old and has difficulty walking, it’s okay, we can just bring the video back for her to see.” Lu Yuanqiu comforted his son.

Grandma lives far away, and this trip took quite a while. Zheng Yifeng hadn't gotten off work yet, so before Bai Qingxia at home could get angry, the father and son had to go to Zhong Jincheng's place to complete their task.

Zhong Yuanshuo opened the door.

"Hello Uncle Lu, and also Yan Yan."

"Hello Shuo Shuo, where are your parents?" Lu Yuanqiu asked him with a smile as he stood at the door.

Zhong Yuanshuo turned to look at the door to the master bedroom and explained, "After Dad got off work, he pulled Mom into the room to practice her kung fu."

"?!" Lu Yanhe's curiosity was piqued.

Lu Yuanqiu: "..."

Ten minutes later.

"You two go inside and play first." Lu Yuanqiu turned his head and let the two boys into the room. Then he put his hands on his hips and glared at Zhong Jincheng and his wife who were sitting on the sofa.

The two men were covered in sweat and panting slightly, looking guilty and their eyes darting around nervously.

"Believe it or not, before my son left, he insisted on asking him what kind of kung fu Uncle Zhong and Aunt Luo were practicing?" Lu Yuanqiu leaned forward.

“Just say it was a success.” Zhong Jincheng looked up solemnly.

"What the heck?" Lu Yuanqiu frowned.

"To achieve success, or simply to succeed."

"I……"

"The children are so old, can't you be a little more restrained?" Lu Yuanqiu lowered his voice, not daring to say it loudly for fear that the two children in the room would hear him.

"Then... when do you and Bai Qingxia practice your skills? We'd like to learn from you," Zhong Jincheng asked tentatively.

"What the hell?!" Lu Yuanqiu raised his hand.

Zhong Jincheng subconsciously leaned towards his wife, raising his hand and leg to block. A few seconds later, he lowered his leg and posed his arm in a Wing Chun stance towards Lu Yuanqiu, his expression serious in self-defense.

Lu Yuanqiu almost died laughing at this guy's instinctive reaction. He's 30 years old...

He took a deep breath, straightened up, and looked at the wall behind the sofa, where Zhong Yuanshuo's award certificates were displayed. They were in a very conspicuous position and could be seen as soon as you entered the room.

Zhong Yuanshuo's toys were scattered all over the floor inside the house, and there was a giraffe-shaped height chart on one wall. It would be impossible for the couple not to care about their son.

“We’ve reduced it from five times a day to three, then twice, and now it’s only once. We’ve tried our best,” Luo Wei muttered, head down.

Lu Yuanqiu waved his hand awkwardly: "I don't care how many times you've done this, but it's best to wait until the kids are asleep tonight. We're here today for important business."

Upon hearing Lu Yuanqiu bring up a different topic, the two people on the sofa instantly smiled, and as if liberated, they quickly got up, one heading towards the kitchen and the other towards the water dispenser.

"Would you like to stay for dinner tonight? I'll start cooking now."

"I'll pour you both some water."

Lu Yuanqiu shouted loudly, "Have you washed your hands?!"

The two of them paused, their bodies stiffening.

It was obviously not washed.

They both lowered their heads and headed towards the bathroom, still playfully bickering along the way.

"The 19th? Uncle is busy. It's a weekday, and the hospital is busy."

At the coffee table, Zhong Jincheng was drawing maple leaves while responding to Lu Yanhe.

Luo Wei looked embarrassed: "The machine at the milk tea shop is broken. Auntie just happened to have an appointment with the chef that day... I'm so sorry, Yan Yan."

Lu Yanhe's face fell.

Three maple leaves were handed over.

One sign reads Zhong Jincheng, another Luo Wei, and yet another Zhong Yuanshuo.

As Lu Yuanqiu was leaving, he jokingly said, "The ouroboros of love."

But if they don't come home on time, Bai Qingxia will make the father and son taste... a loving kiss.

"Where did you go?"

Sure enough, as soon as the father and son entered the door and changed their shoes, they saw Bai Qingxia, who had changed into a set of home clothes, standing there with her arms crossed and holding a spatula in her left hand, questioning the two of them with an unfriendly expression.

Realizing that this matter couldn't be kept secret forever, Lu Yuanqiu gave his son a look, urging him to confess about having someone paint maple leaves.

Lu Yanhe naturally knew what she should and shouldn't say.

Anyone who hears a six-year-old child earnestly doing something will gradually soften in their eyes, let alone the child's mother.

Bai Qingxia exclaimed "Wow!" and her expression instantly softened with love. She squatted down in front of her son, looking at the bag in his hand: "I've collected a few, let Mom take a look."

"No, love must be kept a secret."

"Alright then~" Bai Qingxia pouted at her son.

Seeing her room door open, Lu Yanhe's eyes widened as she ran over, exclaiming in panic, "Who's in my room!"

"Mom folded the blanket for you." Bai Qingxia stood up and replied.

A few seconds later, Lu Yanhe walked back to the door, leaned on the doorframe, and transformed back into the elegant and gentlemanly young man: "Thank you, Mom~"

His chest rose and fell slightly, as if his misdeeds had not yet been exposed.

"Ah...it's nothing." Bai Qingxia looked at him.

That brat is weird.

Lu Yuanqiu smiled and walked towards the bathroom. Bai Qingxia, who was heading towards the kitchen, bumped into him. She wanted to move aside, but Lu Yuanqiu made a "hmm~" sound and deliberately moved his shoulder to block her way. Bai Qingxia moved to the left, he moved to the left; she moved to the right, he moved to the right. His expression was very irritating and provocative.

Finally, the woman exhaled, tilted her head, crossed her arms, and gave a threatening look.

Lu Yuanqiu sullenly slipped towards the bathroom.

Bai Qingxia followed his retreating figure with a stern gaze, but just a second before Lu Yuanqiu closed the bathroom door, he pouted at her and gave her a quick kiss from afar.

She only reacted a beat late in the moment the door closed, laughing in exasperation.

Back in the kitchen, the woman continued cooking.

The lyrics I hummed gradually became more and more familiar to me.

The next morning.

Lu Yuanqiu parked the car at the school gate and said to his son, "We're going to Uncle Zheng's house at noon. I'll wait for you here."

"Okay, Dad."

Lu Yanhe ran quickly towards school with her small schoolbag on her back.

Many people had already arrived in the classroom, but Zheng Wanjun had not yet arrived. Zheng Wanjun's school time depended on whether Aunt Su was willing to sleep in or not, something Lu Yanhe knew.

He had just put down his schoolbag when he suddenly froze.

A bag of bear-shaped cookies lay quietly on my desk.

Who sent it?

Lu Yanhe immediately turned around to look, but no one in the noisy classroom was looking at him.

(End of this chapter)