Li Fang left with Liu Yili.
Wang Peng stayed home to continue copying Journey to the West.
I don't know how long I copied, but finally the pen refill ran out of ink.
He replaced the pen refill, counted the number of sheets of graph paper, and multiplied them by the number of words on each sheet.
"One pen refill wrote 10,035 characters, not bad."
He stretched his sore and numb wrists and continued reading Journey to the West.
The Chen family.
The Chen family of three and Li Fang were sitting at the dinner table.
"Xiaofang, have another piece of meat." Liu Yili scooped up a large pork rib with a spoon and carefully placed it in Li Fang's bowl.
"Auntie, I'm not eating anymore." Li Fang's face was slightly flushed.
Her stomach was so full she was uncomfortable; she had already eaten, but Aunt Liu was just too hospitable.
"Mom, she doesn't eat much, don't force her to eat," Chen Qingshu said.
“You should eat more even if you don’t have a big appetite. Look how thin Xiaofang has become!” Liu Yili glared at her son.
Chen Yinghao smiled and asked, "Xiao Fang, how old are you this year?"
"In a little over two months, I'll be eighteen," Li Fang replied softly.
"Don't be nervous." Chen Yinghao put a piece of meat on her plate. "Qingshu told me that you do business with Xiaopeng. Tell me about it."
"Okay." Li Fang hurriedly put down her chopsticks.
She started her story from guarding the melon field, and continued until Wang Peng sold his fried rice cart and planned to start a ballpoint pen business at the school.
The elderly couple listened with great interest, occasionally chuckling, and were genuinely grateful to Li Fang.
Not only because Li Fang saved Chen Yinghao's life.
It was because of two strands of Li Fang's hair that her beloved son finally made up his mind to break off the engagement with the Zhang family.
Zhang Xiaoqing was so pretentious that the elderly couple had long since grown to loathe her.
"Xiaopeng is amazing," Chen Yinghao exclaimed. "If I were him, I would definitely give the acceptance letter to my younger brother."
"At sixteen, I didn't have the ability to run away from home, nor the courage or strength to rebel against my parents," Chen Yinghao added.
“Xiao Peng’s parents are foolish,” Liu Yili shook her head. “They can’t see the gold, and they mistake sand for treasure.”
The conversation was initially awkward, as they had only known each other for a short time.
However, Wang Peng's topic resonated with the elderly couple, and having a common topic made the atmosphere much more harmonious.
Chen Qingshu glanced at his watch; it was already 7 p.m.
At this rate, we'll have to talk for another two hours.
"Xiaofang, didn't you say you were going to bring food to Wang Peng?" he said.
"Oh!" Li Fang suddenly remembered that she had to deliver the food.
“Girl, sit down.” Liu Yili took her hand. “Qingshu, go get the lunchbox from home and take the soup in the pot to Xiaopeng.”
Helpless, Chen Qingshu got up and went to the kitchen to wash the lunchbox, poured the remaining soup into it, and then left with the lunchbox.
The elderly couple continued chatting with Li Fang.
Towards the end of their conversation, Li Fang accompanied Liu Yili to the kitchen to wash the pots and dishes, and the two chatted as they did the housework.
Liu Yili shared some embarrassing stories about her son when he was a child.
When he was five years old, he urinated in the well in the family compound, which caused his father to be summoned for a talk by his workplace.
When I was seven years old, I put rat droppings in the teacup of the gatekeeper of the family compound, which made the gatekeeper so angry that he jumped up and started cursing.
Li Fang was amused and laughed, finding her happiness in Chen Qingshu's embarrassing moments.
Liu Yili was also very happy.
Li Fang is adept at all kinds of housework, from scrubbing and washing to cleaning.
After finishing their work in the kitchen, they made shoes in the living room, and Li Fang was also very skilled at needlework.
Liu Yili thought to herself, "This is the ideal daughter-in-law."
Nine o'clock in the evening.
"Xiaofang, it's getting late, go back to sleep."
"Keep chatting with me tomorrow, okay? Old Chen and Qing Shu are often not home, and it's not easy for me to find someone to talk to."
Liu Yili smiled.
"Okay, if I don't have anything urgent to do tomorrow, I'll definitely come over to visit," Li Fang said with a smile.
“Okay!” Liu Yili stood up. “Let’s go, child. I’ll take you back and call Qingshu back while I’m at it.”
Chen Qingshu's home.
Wang Peng put down his pen, walked into the living room, and saw Chen Qingshu sitting on the sofa in a daze.
His eyes were lifeless, and he remained motionless, like a walking corpse.
"Old Chen," Wang Peng walked over and put his arm around his shoulder, smiling slightly, "School starts tomorrow, are you alright?"
Chen Qingshu looked at Wang Peng and said, "Sometimes I envy you. Such a big thing happened in your family, yet you can still live so freely."
"You mean I ran away from home and cut ties with my awful family?"
Wang Peng shook his head. "I don't think it's a big deal. I don't think breaking up is a big deal either, what do you think?"
"It's easy for you to say that when you're not in my shoes," Chen Qingshu said with a wry smile. "We've been together for so many years, it's not something you can just let go of so easily."
"What? You still want to get back together with her?" Wang Peng shook his head.
"Old Chen, if a woman looks down on you, she will never live a good life with you."
"You need to learn to avoid these kinds of women and cut your losses in time."
"I guarantee that even if you forgive her this time, she'll do it again next time, and she'll be even worse."
Speaking of this, Wang Peng thought of Du Lei from his previous life.
He tolerated Feng Lingling like a cuckold, only to end up with a cuckold's cuckoldry on his head.
Chen Qingshu looked at Wang Peng and said, "Sometimes, I feel like you're not a sixteen-year-old boy, but more like a sixty-year-old man."
"It's not that exaggerated," Wang Peng waved his hand.
In his previous life, he didn't live to be sixty.
"Old Chen, if I were you, I would say goodbye to Zhang Xiaoqing in person."
"If you can't do that, then don't even consider this matter, and just have your parents go to the Zhang family to cancel the engagement."
"Teacher Chen, try to think more positively and don't bring your family emotions to your work."
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