Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons rotate year after year.
In the blink of an eye, Du Jiang is already forty years old, and the traces of time on her body are particularly faint. At least in Huo Xingle's eyes, his mother still looks like she did when she was a child.
Huo Xingle, who is now a 1.87-meter-tall young man, has perfectly inherited the advantages of his parents, and even has the potential to be better than his parents.
Du Jiang looked at Huo Xingle behind him, smiling, "Freshman year is about to start, why don't you go out for a walk?"
Hearing this, Huo Xingle curled his lips and said, "What's there to see? It's just the scenery. I didn't know you guys like to go out and have a look so much."
Watching Huo Xingle's little movements in the mirror, Du Jiang pretended to reach out and pat him, but he dodged it, "I'm already so old, and you're still patting my head."
"What about your grandpa and grandfather?" Du Jiang did not answer him but asked another question.
"They went out to play chess. You know they've been obsessed with chess lately and haven't been home for lunch." Huo Xingle became even more depressed when he talked about this. "I've called them several times, but they still think I'm nagging. I guess they're eating out right now."
All right. Du Jiang was incredibly impressed by Du Siming and Huo Ze. They were over a hundred years old combined, yet they were sometimes even more open to new things than someone like her. This made Du Jiang wonder if her own thinking was aging. "In that case, you can eat by yourself at noon. If that doesn't work out, go to your Aunt Yingying's restaurant. Keep a record of the meal and I'll settle it for you at the end of the month."
As soon as these words came out, Huo Xingle waved his hands quickly, "No, Aunt Yingying's restaurant is almost five-star now. I saw foreigners eating there last time. I'd better find a cheap restaurant to make do with it. But you, Mom, I remember you were taking a day off today, why are you still seeing patients?"
"I'm going to see a patient, and I'll bring two little apprentices with me." Du Jiang looked at the clothes in the mirror again, and after confirming that there was no problem, he turned around and walked away without paying attention to Huo Xingle's displeasure.
Huo Xingle followed her closely, with a faint air of dependence. Du Jiang was helpless and could only say dotingly, "If you don't mind, come with me to the hospital, but you have to stay in the dormitory. After get off work, I will take you to your dad's company and then have dinner. How about that?"
"Okay, Mom, don't worry, I will definitely not get into trouble," Huo Xingle immediately assured upon hearing this. Anyway, as long as he was not left alone, anything would be fine.
Knowing Huo Xingle's little thoughts, Du Jiang did not point them out. He could only look at her lovingly, a child who was much better than him, and said, "You, you," with a helpless tone.
Although he felt helpless, Du Jiang was still happy to see the child relying on him so much. On the way to the hospital, he frequently turned his head to look at Huo Xingle beside him. Du Jiang had to admit that the child who had been crying for food at the beginning now really acknowledged him, which was beyond his expectations.
Thinking back to the time when he was busy with work and neglected his children, Du Jiang felt a little guilty. "I'm sorry."
Ah, Huo Xingle was stunned for a moment. Looking at his mother's eyes filled with guilt, he suddenly laughed. "Mom, it's okay. Although you and Dad have been busy with your own work these years and left me to be raised by Grandpa and Grandpa, you have never missed any of my parent-teacher conferences. Even if you can't all show up, you always make time to come. And you have invested a lot in me. No matter how late Dad or you work, you will always check my homework when you get home every day and say good morning to me before leaving. I am very satisfied."
"Really? It's a pity I still feel guilty about you," Du Jiang said with a sense of loss. "As for your major, since I agreed with your grandfather and the others in advance, Xingle, I don't think I've ever asked you if you like it? Do you like that school?"
Just as Du Jiang was getting worried, Huo Xingle shrugged nonchalantly. "My grandfather has been trying to convince me to go into politics or the military ever since I was little. To be honest, I was quite resistant at first, but after military training and summer camp, I found I quite enjoyed it. As for politics, joining a government agency after graduation wouldn't be a bad idea either."
Du Jiang wanted to say something, but Huo Xingle stopped her with a wave of her hand. "Mom, I know what you want to say. It's okay. Dad had no relationship with his father's side when he was born, so it won't affect my political review. Just put your mind at ease."
Despite this, Du Jiang was still worried until the admission letter arrived.
Even with Huo Xingle's comfort, she couldn't feel at ease. Instead, she felt guilty towards her child. Although she said that freshman year was about to start, those words were just to comfort herself.
This mood lasted for several days. Huo Xingle probably saw it and accompanied Du Jiang to and from get off work to ease his nervousness.
Until the last day to send the admission letters, Du Jiang was extremely nervous and even took a day off for this purpose.
When the postman knocked on the door at noon, Du Jiang's heart finally settled down. Looking at the name on the thick envelope, he burst into tears of joy.
"Finally the wait has come"
Huo Xingle looked at his mother who was showing her emotions, stepped forward and hugged her tightly. It took a while for Du Jiang to calm down her excitement and walked out of Huo Xingle's arms.
"Go and call your grandpa and grandpa back for dinner. I'll call your dad. He's been worried these days." Du Jiang wiped the tears from her face and smiled as she directed Huo Xingle to call people.
"Okay, I'll go right away," Huo Xingle nodded noncommittally. "Grandpa and grandpa have been afraid I'd be sad these days, so they haven't dared to come home from morning till night. Now I finally don't have to study chess anymore."
Du Jiang burst out laughing, looked at the mischievous Huo Xingle, and nodded his head unhappily, "You, you even dare to make up stories about Grandpa and Grandpa. Alright, go quickly. I'll call your Aunt Yingying and book a private room with her."
"Don't," Huo Xingle quickly reached out to stop Du Jiang when she heard what he said, "Mom, there's no need to book. Isn't Dad a VIP there? He has a reserved private room."
Du Jiang only then remembered and slapped his head in frustration, "Look at my memory, I almost forgot about this matter. Fine, you pick up grandpa and grandpa and walk over there. I'll call your dad and come over too. Let's celebrate as a family today."
"Okay, then I'll go find grandpa and grandpa first," Huo Xingle said and turned to walk out of the room.
Looking at Huo Xingle's excited steps, Du Jiang's mouth curled up. It turned out that this child was not as calm as he appeared.
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