After Chi Yanzhou and his group left Nancheng, the Lu family villa became unusually quiet.
At seven o'clock in the morning, the sunlight, like a thin veil gilded with gold, slanted in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, cutting out strips of light and shadow on the smooth marble floor.
Fine dust particles floated in the air, and it was so quiet that you could hear the faint chirping of birds in the distance.
Sang Niannian: "Honey, habits are really scary. It's only been a few days... Now that those kids are gone, why does the house feel so empty?"
Upon hearing this, Shikazu stepped forward and naturally wrapped his arm around her back.
"The three children haven't woken up yet. It'll be lively once they do!"
If you like the atmosphere with lots of kids, after we move to Beijing, you can call them anytime you miss them and invite them home for dinner.
Sang Niannian didn't move, but leaned back slightly, her gaze fixed on the courtyard outside the glass window.
"The swing in the yard was installed when Aci was five years old. The first time he played on it, he fell off and knocked out half of his front tooth. He cried so loudly that the world trembled."
That bamboo grove was planted because Nan Nan liked it..."
Shikazu chuckled and rested his chin on the top of her head: "Reluctant? Then... let's find another plan?"
Let Aye go to school in Beijing with Aci and Nannan. The two of us will stay in Nancheng and enjoy our time together again.
In the morning, I'll take a walk with you by the lake; in the afternoon, you can do flower arranging while I go fishing; in the evening, we'll watch a movie; and on weekends, we'll go for a drive—just the two of us, in peace and quiet.
Sang Niannian immediately turned away from his embrace.
"Comrade Lujin, that won't do! With the children not at home, it'll just be the two of us staring at each other, wouldn't we become lonely, elderly people left behind?"
Shikazu grabbed her incessantly poking fingers, held them in his palm, and put on a hurt expression that looked like he was being disliked.
"So, my dear wife, are you starting to think I'm old, boring, and not as lively as the kids?"
Sang Niannian: "Comrade Lujin, wake up! Your eldest son is almost thirty!"
The words had barely left his mouth when—"Bang!"
Having just woken up, Lu Xici, still half asleep, stumbled as she went downstairs and almost fell at the bottom of the stairs.
He frantically grabbed the railing, his sleepy eyes filled with shock.
"Mom... Did your 'rounding' method come from your PE teacher, or is it the latest standard just issued by the National Bureau of Statistics?"
I, Lu Xici, am twenty-two! No matter how much I try to "enter" the age range, I'll never reach thirty!
Sang Niannian: "Let me see, it turns out to be my son who has never been in a relationship, who has woken up?"
Lu Xici scratched his messy hair: "Mom, fate is all about timing, location, and people. What can I do? I can't just grab anyone off the street, can I?"
Sang Niannian leaned closer thoughtfully, lowered her voice, and a suspicious glint flashed in her eyes.
“Son, tell your mother the truth, from childhood to adulthood, apart from me and your sister, there has never been any other girl in your life.”
She paused, then lowered her voice even further: "You wouldn't...like boys, would you?"
Lu Xici's eyes widened instantly: "Mom?"
"It's nothing, it's nothing!" Sang Niannian quickly waved her hand, but her expression became even more excited.
"It's okay if you like boys, just tell Mom. Mom is very open-minded... as long as you like them..."
"Stop! Stop! Stop!" Lu Xici exclaimed, both amused and exasperated, "Mom! My beautiful mother!"
Please, stop reading those weird novels and watching those short videos! 'Taking all sorts of things will only harm you'!
Your son's sexual orientation is perfectly normal, thank you!
"So you still like girls?" Sang Niannian's eyes lit up even more, she clasped her hands together, her tone full of longing.
"That works too! Mom wants a little granddaughter as soft and cuddly as Little Cherry, who can call out 'Grandma' in a sweet, babyish voice..."
Lu Xici had given up on treatment, and put one hand to his forehead: "Mom, wake up, it's dawn. Why don't you go back to bed for a while? You can dream about anything."
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