She left.
Miao Lishan rubbed her face, which was stiff with laughter, and said, "This girl is really funny."
“Very pleasing.”
Miao Lishan quite agreed with her son-in-law's evaluation. "No wonder Mrs. Geng likes this girl so much. She's not like her uncle who's always so taciturn."
Zhang Guoqing laughed dumbly. How could this be compared? He had heard of nieces following their aunts, but he had never heard of nieces following their uncles. Wouldn't that be like the Wang family next door?
The fact that Geng Baobao had been here didn't cause any ripples in Zhou Jiao's heart. No matter how good she was, could she be her own daughter?
Just after what Liuyi said on the phone, Wuyi probably really wanted to give up Xiaojiu. In her heart, she still wanted Xiaojiu to be her daughter-in-law.
Zhang Guoqing and his two sons didn't want her to worry, so they revealed some of the information to her in a concealed manner, saying that whether they were destined to be together depended on Wuyi's choice.
Zhou Jiao understood and saw it, but so what? Her son was her own, and she had to admit that she was a selfish mother.
She couldn't bear to let her son suffer.
Especially since he didn't even return home for the most traditional reunion on New Year's Eve, one can only imagine what kind of life her little son had. To say that he had no mission was just fooling a fool!
The end of the year is here, and the feeling of celebrating the New Year is getting stronger every year.
As the number of street vendors increases, people who are afraid of hunger and poverty actively prepare New Year's goods at the end of the year, as if trying to get a good omen for the coming year.
The most popular items in the market are always chicken, duck, fish and meat, and the fabric counters in supply and marketing cooperatives and department stores are always crowded with customers.
At home, there are salted fish and salted meat everywhere, hanging in front of the window. Frozen pears and persimmons are frozen in front of the window, waving to the New Year.
What does the New Year smell like? The air is filled with the aroma of preserved foods and the joyful laughter of children.
In fact, we can eat chicken, duck, fish and meat occasionally, but if we don’t stock up some at the end of the year, it seems that the year will not be rich enough.
It’s often the children who drool over what someone else has stockpiled, and when the adults hear that, they think, “Okay! Let’s prepare more together.”
These "luxury goods" seemed tasteless in Wuyi's eyes. He poked the chicken neck in the mushroom stewed hen with his chopsticks.
"Why? Not to your liking?"
Wuyi looked at Xiaojiu seriously. The little girl had really grown up. Her facial features were becoming more and more delicate, and her figure was well-proportioned even under the sweater.
Xiaojiu rolled his eyes: "Why are you looking at me? Why aren't you eating yet?"
Wuyi smiled and shook his head.
"Do you know what day it is today?"
"It's your birthday."
A flash of surprise appeared in Xiaojiu's eyes. "What gift do you want to give me?"
"A doll. You like it? It cost me fifty dollars."
"No." Xiaojiu quickly shook her head. "I want a special gift." Then she stood up and ran behind him, hugging his neck. "Guess what gift I want?"
Wuyi sighed to himself, "Stop playing and go sit down."
"You understand, don't you?"
Wuyi frowned, pulled her hand down, and said to her seriously, "I have always regarded you as my sister."
Xiaojiu snorted, "You have so many sisters! My mother never gave me a brother."
"What about my little niece?" Wuyi smiled and pulled her to sit down. "Don't try to imitate those little girls' love affairs. That's not suitable for us."
"Baby Geng is suitable?"
"What nonsense!"
Hearing that he didn't deny it decisively, Xiaojiu's eyes flashed with sadness, and she looked at him seriously, "I saw her hugging you, and you didn't push her away."
Wuyi tilted his head and thought for a moment, "Did she cry? She's just a tearful little girl! Don't fight with her next time. She's very well behaved and even washed a lot of clothes for me."
Xiaojiu pounded his chest in anger.
Wuyi looked away, lowered his head and picked up the chopsticks, "Eat quickly, and I'll take you home after you finish."
"No need for your kindness! I won't leave. I just won't leave. I want to stay here."
Wuyi frowned. If it were Geng Baobao, she would definitely quit while she was ahead. But that damn girl was lucky enough to be able to celebrate the New Year at home.
Seeing that he didn't say a word, Xiaojiu reached out and snatched his chopsticks. With a "pop", the chicken neck fell on the table, making her heart tighten.
Wuyi stared at the chicken neck in a daze, not saying a word for a long time. Sure enough, his brother was right: if it didn't fit, it didn't fit.
He also wanted to be a filial son. How could he not know how much his mother loved Xiaojiu? But the more they spent time together, the greater their differences became, and the more incompatible they became.
For example, she doesn’t understand.
Why didn't he go home during the Lunar New Year? Why didn't he stay in the dormitory instead of the villa? Geng Baobao was always good at covering up his unusual behavior.
Wuyi frowned. Why was he comparing her to that little tear bag again? This was crazy!
Xiaojiu glanced at him, curled his lips, turned his neck stubbornly, lowered his head to pick up the rice, thought about it, and poked the bowl indignantly.
Miser!
Today is her birthday, can't you please accommodate her a little?
Wuyi glanced at her, stood up and went to the bedroom upstairs. He leaned against the head of the bed with his hands behind his head, looking around at the furnishings regretfully.
He really didn't want to sell the villa, but he had no choice. With this place, she would inevitably come over often.
Thinking of the action he had to take in the evening, Wuyi put aside all these personal matters and pondered where to start. As he was thinking, he turned over, lifted the quilt and fell asleep.
Since he left, Xiaojiu downstairs put down his chopsticks without any appetite. After a moment of hesitation, he picked up the plate of stewed hen with mushrooms and went to the kitchen.
The hand holding the noodles finally paused, put it down, washed his hands, and ran upstairs.
When she saw the tightly closed bedroom door, she curled her lips speechlessly, and proudly took out a bunch of keys from her pocket, thinking to herself that she was really not a manly person. She even locked the door when she was angry!
After unlocking the room, Xiaojiu saw him sleeping on the bed as soon as he entered. He was so angry that he raised his fist and waved it: I thought he was hiding in the room sulking, but this guy actually fell asleep!
Xiaojiu walked lightly to the bed and looked at him.
Wuyi woke up with a start the moment she unlocked the door. This wasn't surprising at all. If he hadn't noticed the noise, he would have died in a foreign country long ago.
The reason why he pretended to ignore her was that he thought she would leave naturally after seeing him fall asleep, but he soon realized that he had underestimated the little girl's perseverance.
His senses were particularly sensitive with his eyes closed. When a body rolled into his bed, Wuyi frowned in hesitation and realized that she would not give up until she reached a certain point.
After a while, Wuyi opened his eyes and looked at Xiaojiu, letting a pair of hands slide over his body. He asked quietly, "Do you understand? I really treat you as my sister."
"You can't?"
Wuyi's face darkened when he heard this. "Stop provoking me! I have no problem fighting those foreign girls."
"How about we give it a try?"
Trying out yarn?
If you hadn't been trained, you would still be innocent!
Wuyi pushed her head away and patted her, "Calm down! What's the point of me taking your body? We are really not suitable."
"No, I know you like me."
"Yes, I don't deny it, but this liking doesn't reach the point where I treat you as a woman. You're more like my sister. The body is the most honest, and you've seen it too."
"I don't believe it, I don't believe it..."
Wuyi paused as he lifted the quilt, then reached out to wipe away the tears from her eyes. "Be good, close your eyes and have a good sleep. We'll talk about it tomorrow if there's anything."
As he said this, he slowly moved out of the bed, picked up his coat, and left the bedroom.
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