Facing Ai Meiling's concerned eyes, Qin Chizhou always felt that if he said too much, he would be exposed.
Don’t look back. His girlfriend hasn’t been coaxed back yet, and his mother-in-law has accused him of lying again. Qin Chizhou said nothing.
Looking down at the tea leaves in the cup, Qin Chizhou was wondering how to say it and what to say that would be more ambiguous and safer.
In Ai Meiling's eyes, it was considered as a tacit agreement.
"Xiao Qin, don't take it to heart..."
Ai Meiling said softly, "Although I don't know what you two are quarreling about, I know about my daughter. It must be that you did something wrong and she is upset."
"I was wondering, she didn't even want to stay in the capital, but insisted on going to Ireland for vacation, saying that she had worked hard for a year and just wanted to have a good rest. So, it turned out that you two had a fight."
???
Ireland? Qin Chizhou looked up at Ai Meiling as if he had seen a ghost.
Ai Xiaomi, you are so brave!
We had agreed at the beginning that we would go skiing in Ireland together.
You left me alone in the capital, and you went off to have fun?
Okay! Remember this, I will settle this account with you if I catch you later.
"mom……"
Qin Chizhou said hastily, "Can you please not tell Xiaomi that I came to see you?"
Aimee Ling raised her eyes.
Qin Chizhou explained: "I came to see you. To put it bluntly, it's simply because today is New Year's Day and Xiaomi is not here. I was afraid that you would be lonely, so I came to see you."
"If Xiaomi knew, she would think that I was being stubborn and refused to admit my mistake, so I came to you in a roundabout way. Then, she would definitely be even angrier."
"When she calms down and comes back, I will apologize to her, and then we will go home together to see you."
What the young man said was sincere and reasonable. The more he listened, the more he felt that he was a sensible and good young man. Ai Meiling nodded repeatedly, "Okay, I'll listen to you!"
Ai Meiling grabbed her phone, stood up, and took her coat off the hanger. "Xiao Qin, sit at home for a while. I'll go out and buy some food and make you something delicious tonight."
"Mom, don't bother yourself. I'll just..." and left.
"It's no trouble, no trouble. You can watch TV or go sit in Xiaomi's room. There are her childhood photo albums and other things. I'll be back soon."
As soon as he finished speaking, the man disappeared out the door.
The living room became quiet. Qin Chizhou looked up at the clean and tidy little bedroom and walked in.
The small bedroom is more than ten square meters, with a small bed against the wall.
Even though Ai Xiaomi only comes back a few times a year, Ai Meiling still makes the bed, and the bed is still decorated with Ai Xiaomi's favorite lavender four-piece set.
There is a desk in front of the window and an old Yamaha piano against the wall.
The bookcase is full of Ai Xiaomi's books, including several brand new five-year and three-year college entrance examination simulation books.
There was a smile in Qin Chizhou's eyes.
Flipping through the photo album, Qin Chizhou seemed to see Ai Xiaomi's growth trajectory, from the chubby baby, to the naive little girl, and then to the gradually brighter and more beautiful adult girl.
After looking at the photo album, Qin Chizhou looked around and was about to return to the living room when he suddenly turned back to look at the red Guanyin Bodhisattva calendar behind the door.
"At the end of every year, my mother would buy two Buddha calendars from the supermarket, saying they looked festive."
"When I was little, I made wishes secretly behind my back. When I grew up, I wrote down my work plans. I always felt that if I wrote them down behind my back, the Buddha would be able to hear them and maybe bless me a little."
"I don't care if it will come true or not. It would be the best if it does. Even if it doesn't, my mom will tear it off and throw it in the trash, and no one will know which idiot wrote it."
His eyes fell on the year that had ended, and Qin Chizhou reached out and opened the calendar.
(End of this chapter)