Seeing parents with yellow face and red ears

Shen Roujiao had a dreamless night and slept soundly. When she opened her eyes, she was instantly awakened by the unfamiliar things around her.

She sat up suddenly and lifted the plaid sheet covering her body. Fortunately, the clothes were the same as yesterday. Pressing the base of her palms on her temples, she tried hard to retrieve the lost memory of yesterday, but the fact that she would lose memory as soon as she drank made her mind empty.

After being stunned for a while, she gave up.

She lay on the bed in a daze, not even having time to think about where she was. The voices outside the door had already told her the answer.

"You haven't woken up yet?"

"We drank a little too much last night. Let's eat first and don't have to wait for her." Zhou Huaiyue's voice.

"No hurry, wait a moment." From the woman's voice, you can tell with your heels that she is Zhou Huaiyue's mother.

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Uh, help!

What a suffocating plot.

She showed up drunk and slept in someone's son's room. The whole family was waiting for her to get up and have breakfast. And she said those dirty words on purpose last night... I want to die.

If it really didn't work, she could just lie there and pretend to be asleep until no one was home, then take the opportunity to slip away. Anyway, at this moment, she didn't have the courage to walk out of this door.

I can't afford to lose this person!

I covered myself with the quilt again and looked around. Zhou Huaiyue's room was big and tidy.

The entire wall next to the bed is a bookshelf, and within reach are several books on pharmaceutical equipment. In addition, there are books on medicinal materials and painting. He is indeed a cultured person.

There is a large desk by the window. Half of the desk is covered with completed exercises, and the other half is covered with felt used for calligraphy and painting. In the solid wooden pen holder, there are many brushes of different sizes and an open copybook of calligraphy.

Calligraphy copybook?

Did the master practice calligraphy secretly without her knowledge? How good is his calligraphy now? I really want to see it.

Once human curiosity is aroused, the more you push it down, the more it will rebound.

How many pages has Zhou Huaiyue's dog-crawling handwriting reached? She was very eager to see it, so she rolled up the bed sheet, got out of bed, tiptoed to the desk, and turned the top page bit by bit, trying to be as quiet as possible.

impossible.

Absolutely not.

The writing of that character is bold and vigorous, the wrist turns smoothly, and the brushstrokes are full and unrestrained. It is not like Tingjian, but better than Tingjian.

No one can succeed easily, this is definitely not what Zhou Huaiyue wrote.

"Why don't you go and take a look?" The heavy voice belonged to his father.

"I'll go." Zhou Huaiyue responded immediately.

Oh my god!

Shen Roujiao hurriedly took two steps toward the bed and found that the paper was still open. She took another step back, reached out to close the paper, and when she walked toward the bed again, she heard two very light knocks on the door. The door was just about to be opened, and she wanted to jump onto the bed in one step.

Her knees were clearly touching the bed, but her skirt was tangled around her legs, and she leaned back uncontrollably, "Ah!" She fell backward with her head tilted back...

"What's wrong?" Zhou Huaiyue's parents heard the noise coming from their son's bedroom and rushed in.

I was shocked by the scene before me.

Shen Roujiao was hugging a ball of quilt, held tightly in the arms of Zhou Huaiyue. She had one leg on the edge of the bed and the other leg half curled up, pressing on the most important part of the man. She didn't fall, but her face was so red from embarrassment that she couldn't bear to look at herself.

She silently raised the sheet in her hand, covered her face, and said in a floating voice, "Uncle and Auntie, hello."

Time stood still, even the sound was confiscated, and everything was silent. I don't know how much time has passed, maybe a few moments, maybe a few springs.

"Dad, Mom, stop looking. Can you please go out?" Zhou Huaiyue loosened his hands and spread them on both sides of his body. His voice was calm and without any other emotions.

In my line of sight parallel to the ground, my parents' footsteps walked out of the room.

"Dad, close the door." Father Zhou turned around and closed the door.

"Get up!"

"I really don't mean..." Shen Roujiao changed from lying to sitting, only to find that this was not a very elegant posture, and her face could even be described as pale and red.

Especially when his eyes fell on the place where he set up the tent, he immediately sealed his mouth.

She quickly left Zhou Huaiyue's lower body and sat on the bed. When he stood up, Shen Roujiao's mind was full of restricted scenes that could not be shaken off.

Save me, save me.

Is there really no crack for her to get through?

"You..." Zhou Huaiyue just spoke.

Shen Roujiao pulled the quilt aside and covered her head with it. She was too ashamed to face anyone. She just wanted to be an ostrich with no one to care about and no one to pay attention to.

A voice came from above, through the cloth, "Go wash up and come out for breakfast."

"Why don't you send me back to the guesthouse?" All the embarrassment was caused by him.

"The two guys who made the soup live next door to you. You're so drunk, is it safe to send them back?" Zhou Huaiyue asked coldly, as if he was the one being dragged down.

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No wonder the voices of Uncle Hong and his two students sounded so familiar.

"I didn't mean to do that just now. You came in suddenly and scared me." At the moment she fell down, Shen Roujiao never thought that Zhou Huaiyue would become her back cushion.

"You're not pretending to be asleep?" The moment she opened the door, she didn't look sleepy at all.

"I had just woken up at that time." Although he knew he was in the wrong, he still wanted to make a few excuses.

"Did I come in too late?" Humph, causing trouble right after waking up.

It is indeed his home court, no exaggeration.

"Let's go out for breakfast." Zhou Huaiyue took a step forward and lifted the sheet covering her head. When the fresh air and sight fell together, she pulled the corner of his clothes and said with a blushing face, "Accompany me to wash up first." Her timid look made people unable to refuse.

"Let's go."

Even though Shen Roujiao walked as lightly as a cat and made no sound at all, her presence was still as prominent as a mountain, attracting the attention of Zhou Huaiyue's parents.

"A permed toothbrush." ​​He squeezed the toothpaste and handed it to her.

"Oh, thank you." I felt uncomfortable being stared at while brushing my teeth, but I couldn't chase him away.

"Towel, new one." Another one was delivered.

"Thank you." The hot face was finally covered by the wet cold.

"Vanous cream." The small iron box was opened and handed to her.

"That..." The blush that had just been suppressed rose up again.

Zhou Huaiyue turned around and closed the bathroom door. Shen Roujiao pressed the lock, leaned on the door panel and listened, then felt relieved.

When the door was opened again, Zhou Huaiyue stood one meter away, holding a cup of warm water, "Take a sip first."

I took it obediently, and my nervous mood was soothed. Now that it was like this, I faced it positively.

Shen Roujiao's good point is that she has a strong ability to solve problems. Although she didn't expect the progress to be so fast, she has already thought of a solution. After raising her eyes to glance at Zhou Huaiyue, she walked to the dining table and said, "Hello, uncle and auntie, my name is Shen Roujiao. I am Brother Huaiyue's partner."

Decent and generous, the state of adjustment is just right.

"Let's eat first and talk while we eat." The amiable Father Zhou pointed to the two empty seats opposite and motioned for them to sit down.

No one spoke for the first few minutes. Shen Roujiao could feel Zhou's mother's gaze on her, which was obviously colder.

"Eggs." Zhou Huaiyue peeled the eggs and handed them to her in front of his parents.

!!!

Oh my god, you really have good taste.

"Auntie, you eat first." Shen Roujiao offered the flower to the Buddha, but Chen Zhenhua did not take it. Zhou's father took it and explained considerately: "Well, your auntie doesn't like boiled eggs, uncle will eat it."

"Who said I don't like it?" Chen Zhenhua glanced at Zhou Chuzhuo and put down his chopsticks heavily.

Zhou Huaiyue placed the egg next to his father's bowl and added fuel to the fire, "You should take care of your own wife."

!!!

Damn, pig teammate.

Chen Zhenhua's expression turned even uglier. He turned to Shen Roujiao and asked, "Where are you from? What do your family members do?"

You ask even though you know the answer. Your intention is not good.

"I am from Yunnan. My parents are healthy. The five of us have a harmonious relationship. We run a herbal medicine purchasing station."

The words are concise, neither humble nor arrogant, and not formal.

"Are you planning to come to the capital?" Chen Zhenhua, who had never been able to persuade his son since he was young, has made concessions.

Zhou Huaiyue was angry because the two mothers had arranged for him to be with He Xue. He came back from the cinema with a cold face: "I am just a vase to add icing on the cake. Whoever wants it can have it. I don't care. Whoever I choose is the one. If you agree, we will come back and you can take a look. If you don't agree, we won't come back and none of us should be upset."

That day, Zhou Huaiyue slammed the door and walked out, returning to the Chen family's old house to stay for one night.

The old house was a courtyard house that Chen Boyu left to his grandson. Originally, there were several large pharmacies. But Chen Zhenhua donated all the pharmacies to save his son, which gave Zhou Huaiyue the opportunity to be released from prison and go to the countryside.

Chen Zhenhua was so angry at her son's resolute attitude that she burst into tears. Zhou Chuzhuo accompanied her and tried his best to comfort her.

Both my wife and my son are right, they just have different stances.

After Chen Zhenhua calmed down, Zhou Chuzhuo began to comfort him: "Zhenhua, respect your son's choice. Let's not talk about it first. We all know how precious it is to help someone in need. For example, you want him to find someone who is equally matched with you. If the two of them open a pharmaceutical factory together, doesn't that meet your requirements?

Huaiyue is now doing a decent job in life, work, medicine and painting. He hasn't prescribed medicine for so many years, but he has saved so many people in Yunnan. Qinglan praised him on the phone, saying that you have raised the child well.

When you are with the right person, you will change, and become better. If he is fine, why are you worrying? "

"I'm afraid he won't come back and leave us alone in the capital." They had been separated for too long, and they were even more afraid of separation when they were reunited.

Chen Zhenhua waited for them father and son for six years.

She had endured the long and difficult six years alone. She could not sleep all night long when she thought of her son staying in Yunnan to get married and have children.

Therefore, the issue that Chen Zhenhua was most concerned about was whether they would return to the capital.

"Yes. Not only will I come to Beijing, I will also open a company here. A big company." Shen Roujiao said without hesitation and responded readily.

Hearing her say this, Chen Zhenhua felt relieved and satisfied. He picked up the chopsticks again, took the egg that Zhou's father had peeled, and asked again, "How old are you?"

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Shen Roujiao was stunned, and was just hesitating whether to tell the truth or lie, when Zhou Huaiyue replied: "Twenty-two."

Chen Zhenhua's questioning eyes lingered on Shen Roujiao's face, making the prisoner nervous. She smiled foolishly and added, "You are too young."

"Uncle and aunt..." Shen Roujiao was about to speak before the atmosphere cooled down, but was stopped by Zhou Huaiyue, "Eat. After dinner, go talk to the two people who make oral liquid."

"Oral liquid? Is it the decoction in an ampoule bottle?" Chen Zhenhua asked.