Judging from the mother's expression, it seems that she has accepted the existence of Liang Qing and Niannian.
“That mother and daughter were pitiful. Liang Qing got into the Ministry of Foreign Affairs on her own merit. When I interviewed her, we both tacitly avoided mentioning that we knew each other. Later, when I found out she had a child, I asked her more questions.”
"When she first came to Beicheng, she fainted on the street before giving birth, and an old man selling pickles helped her. She was unregistered and couldn't stay in the city for long..."
However, Zhao Qingzhou did not tell his parents about Liang Qing marrying an older man.
He only told his mother that Liang Qing had suffered a lot in order to give birth to and raise the child.
Sure enough, after hearing what Zhao Qingzhou said, Zhao's mother started wiping away tears again.
She immediately told Zhao Qingzhou that once Niannian recovered, Liang Qing and Niannian would move into her home.
"Qingzhou, what I mean is that Xiao Liang and her daughter move into our house and live in your brother's room on the second floor. Your room is also on the second floor. If you feel it's inconvenient, you can go to your workplace apartment. As for Xiao Ze, I will help you take care of him, so don't worry about that."
"However, you should find someone soon. It's been so many years. While Xiaoze is still young, it's better to find someone who will be easy to get along with. If you look for someone when Xiaoze is older, you'll have to ask him if he's willing."
Xiao Ze, who was playing with toys nearby, immediately asked, "Grandma, what are you looking for? Are you looking for a new mom for me?"
"I actually really like Sanbao's mom. I wish Sanbao's mom could be my mom."
Zhao Qingzhou coughed and said seriously, "Xiao Ze, don't talk nonsense. Sanbao has his own father and mother."
After speaking, Zhao Qingzhou looked at his mother and offered an explanation.
"I'm quite busy lately, let's talk about it later."
“And let me tell you, how old are you? You’re almost forty. I’m worried that after your dad and I are gone, how will you, a man, live? Without a woman to manage the household, Xiaoze won’t be able to find a good partner.”
Zhao Qingzhou gave a perfunctory "hmm," skipped dinner, and went upstairs on his own.
If Liang Qing and Niannian move to the Zhao family's house, it would be most suitable for them to stay in Qingyu's room.
There are three rooms downstairs. Zhao's parents live in one room, and Xiaoze has been given one room. The other room is a stairwell room, which was cleaned up for the nanny to rest in during her afternoon nap.
If Liang Qing and Niannian come, staying on the second floor would be most suitable.
But this room needs to be cleaned up in advance.
Zhao Qingzhou opened the door to the room opposite and could vaguely see his younger brother, who looked about seventeen or eighteen, wearing a vest and shorts, asking him for something, specifically a camera, saying that he wanted to be a photographer who could take pictures all over the country in the future.
Zhao Qingzhou always told him, "If you want something, you have to get it with your own hands."
But he would always buy the things his younger brother wanted and put them in his room.
Later, he found several magazines featuring scantily clad women in Zhao Qingyu's room. After that, Zhao Qingyu would only blush and say fiercely, "Brother, I'm an adult. Don't just come into my room. I also need privacy."
Zhao Qingzhou pushed open the door, went inside, turned on the light, and looked at the room, which was covered in dust.
He lived at home, but rarely came to his brother's room. His memories and belongings were all sealed away in the past.
But now, he has to clean out this room. He wants to find some things that can be kept as keepsakes for his children.
While tidying up, Zhao Qingzhou suddenly discovered a letter tucked inside a tattered book—or rather, a letter that had been written but never sent.
He didn't want to open it, but he opened it anyway and took a look.
In the letter, he saw a young man's excitement, joy, and uncontrollable restlessness towards love and affection.
Every sentence doesn't explicitly say "I love you," but every word is filled with love.
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