Zhou Songbai just asked her what kind of flowers she liked. At that time, she was not so particular about the names of flowers. Besides, it was good enough to have enough to eat, so who would have the time to study flowers?
Meng Zhiyu simply said, "Anything is fine. See what you can come up with."
After thinking for a while, he said, "Instead of flowers, a small animal will do."
Zhou Songbai sent Meng Zhiyu to the backyard of the educated youth. After watching her go in, he hurried home and carefully selected some bamboos. He thought his nephews and nieces were too noisy playing in the yard, so he took the bamboos back to his room and immersed himself in studying them.
At first, the Zhou family didn't take it too seriously, but as the sun slowly moved westward, dinner was ready and on the table, but no one came out.
Zhou's father said to Zhou's mother worriedly, "Who bullied you?"
Mother Zhou said, "...your son is not a three-year-old child. Who can bully him with his size?"
When the three children were young, Zhou's father was still in good health. He was a typical strict father, and Zhou's mother was also a strict mother.
Later, Zhou's father fell ill and thought he would not live long. With his heart still attached to his family, he gradually became a doting father who doted on his children.
Mother Zhou was too lazy to walk, so she just howled in the yard, "Third brother, it's time to eat."
Zhou Songbai responded, and after a long while he opened the door and came out, his brows furrowed, immersed in thought. In the eyes of Zhou's mother and others, he looked depressed and unhappy.
Now Zhou's mother was a little nervous. Was he really going to fight with anyone?
Brother Zhou pinched his son Goudan's butt. The two exchanged words over the gray cloth. Goudan said he got it. He looked at his dear uncle with a worried look on his face. "Uncle, what's wrong with you?"
Everyone at the table was waiting for Zhou Songbai's answer. Zhou Songbai came back to his senses and rubbed the little guy's head. "It's okay, uncle is just thinking about something."
His thoughts were still not completely withdrawn, so Zhou Songbai did not pay attention to his family's expressions for a moment. He washed his hands and sat down to eat.
After dinner, Zhou's father called out to his third son, who was about to return to his room, "Third son, sit with daddy for a while."
It’s fine to sit here on weekdays, but today, “Dad, I’ll sit with you in two days. I have something else to do.”
"What is it? Maybe Dad can help?"
Zhou Songbai learned the skill of weaving from his eldest brother Zhou and his second brother Zhou. His two brothers learned from Zhou's father and mother. Zhou's father was the best weaver in the Zhou family. So, "Dad, can you weave flowers?"
Father Zhou never thought that this was the question. "I've never woven this before, but I can make little rabbits out of straw."
Zhou Songbai said that he wanted to learn. If he learned to be a rabbit, how could the flowers be far behind?
It was getting dark. Meng Zhiyu sat in the yard looking at the twinkling stars in the sky. He felt that Zhou Songbai would not come today.
She was being questioned, and Li Tingman asked with concern, "Are you really with Zhou Songbai?"
"Yeah." Meng Zhiyu nodded.
Li Qingqing, "When did you two hook up? How come I didn't notice?"
Meng Zhiyu was unwilling and corrected him, "What do you mean by hooking up? This is called mutual attraction."
Mu Ziwei requested, "When will you let your partner treat our family to a meal? We need to check it out."
Meng Zhiyu hadn't really thought about this question. After a moment's thought, she said, "I'll ask Brother Zhou San later and let you know when we've set a date."
Li Tingman and the others had no objection, "Okay."
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