Chapter 118: Holidays Begin
Lu Qiu, who was watching Xia Wange holding a spoon and struggling with the broccoli in the bowl with a helpless look on his face, turned his head to look at him when he heard Du Yun's words.
Du Yun crossed his arms, frowned, glanced at Lu Qiu, then glanced at Xia Wange, "I feel like something must have happened on your business trip this time."
Lu Qiu lowered his eyes and ate.
"Lu Qiu, especially you." Du Yun said solemnly, "You look as if you have seen something big. Something is wrong. You must have seen something extraordinary this time. If you provide meals for Sister Xia, will you be taken on a business trip next time?"
Lu Qiu: “…”
After saying that, Du Yun looked at Xia Wange and said, "Sister Xia, I will take care of your meals from now on. Can you also take me to see the world?"
"Okay." Xia Wange said with a smile.
Du Yun was happy. He slapped his thigh and said, "The only day I can't go out is the Ghost Festival. If I go out on this day, my aunt will chop me to pieces. Apart from this day, I am free every day."
Xia Wange showed a regretful expression, "We usually go out during holidays, especially this upcoming long holiday."
"Hmm?" Du Yun was stunned for a moment. "Holidays? Master Xia, when we say holidays, are they holidays on the same level?"
Putting down the chopsticks, Xia Wange said, "I have to be busy these two days. I have a lot of things to deliver during this period, and I have to bring messages back and forth, and I also have to maintain relationships. There are three busier periods every year: Qingming Festival, Zhongyuan Festival, and Cold Clothes Festival."
When Lu Qiu heard this, he looked at Xia Wange and was about to ask if he needed help when he heard Xia Wange say, "You have to go out with me on the Ghost Festival. We haven't solved the problem of the bridge yet."
"Okay." Lu Qiu agreed directly.
"Did your family allow you to go out?" Du Yun asked with his eyes wide open.
Although he has been an adult for a long time, this day is taboo not only for his parents but also for him. He would not go out if he could, as his legs would be broken if he went out.
He glanced at Lu Qiu's legs.
Well, it’s broken, no wonder you’re not afraid.
"Just don't go back." Lu Qiu asked slowly, "When will we meet?"
"I'll drive to find you then." Xia Wange said, "It's okay for you to go out, and it's okay for me to go out too. It would be inhumane to let the driver go out again. Just give me a car key."
Lu Qiu nodded, "Okay."
Du Yun looked at this and that, wanting to say that he would go too, but he couldn't bring himself to say it. After hesitating for a long time, he could only say, "Sister Xia, I'll go with you next year."
One year of mental preparation is enough.
Lu Qiu also needed to prepare himself mentally, but he only had two days. Even he had never gone out late at night on the Ghost Festival before.
Xia Wange left the company after lunch. She had to go out to bask in the sun to replenish her yang energy. She had been doing too many things in the underworld recently, so it would be convenient for her to do things when the time comes.
Just after leaving the company park, two figures jumped out from the corner. Xia Wange looked closely and found that it was Jiao Xiaolian and the other one was a gentle and pretty aunt who looked to be in her 40s or 50s. Judging from her appearance, she should be Jiao Xiaolian's mother. They are related.
Before Xia Wange had time to take a closer look, Jiao Xiaolian's mother came trotting over with a long box in her hand and red eyes.
At first Xia Wange thought that someone was here to cause trouble, but she didn't expect Jiao Xiaolian's mother to rush to her and throw the box, and a banner appeared in front of her.
"A living Bodhisattva who saves people from suffering and distress, and sacrifices himself for others like a god - thank you Master Xia for saving the dog girl's life."
Xia Wange looked at the banner in front of her: "......"
She was rarely at a loss for words.
But at this moment she really didn't know what to say.
With a subtle expression, Xia Wange hesitated and took the banner. Just as she was about to roll it up, she saw Jiao Xiaolian's mother raise her hand, and a small group of people playing musical instruments and singing came out from the roadside. The uncles and aunts wore red silks and beat drums and gongs, making it very lively.
Xia Wange quickly rolled up the banner. She discovered that the older generation’s way of expressing gratitude always had a kind of indifference to the person’s life or death.
Jiao Xiaolian apologized, “Master, in my hometown, thanking people is always done in this way. Usually, they start by sending gifts to a few streets. This is only a small-scale event after I stopped them. My mother has hardly ever left our place…”
Xia Wange saw the deep helplessness in her eyes.
So she quickly stopped it.
As soon as Jiao Xiaolian's mother stopped, the group of people playing musical instruments and singing went back.
Xia Wange looked at the people around her. Fortunately, there weren't too many people around the company, and it was already afternoon working hours, so there were almost no people around.
At this time, Jiao's mother said with red eyes: "Master, I haven't read much, and I don't know how to thank people. We thank people in this way and make it lively. We were going to put up a banner to thank you, but Xiaolian refused to agree. Alas, the daughter is grown up and can't be controlled by the mother."
Xia Wange looked at Jiao Xiaolian, who was looking embarrassed, and gave her a thankful look, but Jiao Xiaolian's mother's look was too sincere. She looked at her with red eyes and tenderness and expectation, so she could only bite the bullet and say, "Very, very good."
When Jiao Xiaolian's mother heard this, she burst into tears and said, "Thank you, Master. Thank you, Master, for saving my daughter's life! I came to see her that day, and I knew something was wrong with her the moment I saw her. If I hadn't asked her repeatedly, she wouldn't have told me. Fortunately, I saw her plane ticket, otherwise I wouldn't have known she was so obsessed with sex."
"This is all my fault. I didn't give her a good family. When she was young, she married someone who was not good in all aspects but was honest. But after Jiao Xiaolian was born, this honest person became dishonest. So this person is nothing. I divorced him under pressure."
"I was young at that time, so I told Xiaolian that when looking for a partner in the future, don't look at soft conditions, but look at hardware conditions. If you look for someone who treats you well and is honest, after a few years, if he treats you badly or is dishonest, then this person is nothing. But if you look for someone who is good-looking, has a good figure, and is tall, after a few years, he will still be good-looking and tall."
"In the end, Xiaolian didn't hear anything else I said, but she did. It's all my fault. I told her nonsense. Thank you, Master, for saving her."
Xia Wange looked carefully at Jiao Xiaolian's mother's face and couldn't help but sigh, how could an aunt cry so beautifully.
She instantly understood why Jiao Xiaolian had such a personality; she was a replica of her mother.
One likes excitement and is strong, the other is content with the status quo and gentle.
My mother's fate was also peculiar. After her marriage palace was broken once, she started to have good luck in love and marriage. The subsequent men treated her better than the first man, and they were all controlled by her gentleness.
Mother Jiao's eyes are slightly drooping, and when they turn red, she looks pitiful. With her good figure, she has a feeling of being weak and vulnerable to the wind. From her face, you can tell that she is a person who can provide emotional value very well, and she is also the type of caring elder sister. However, she seems to understand middle-aged men better.
If what she did just now happened to some older, face-conscious middle-aged men, it would be simply inappropriate. Isn't it just right?
Which man can stand seeing a well-dressed and gentle-looking woman, who, after getting help from him, makes a big fuss, gives him a banner, cries and says thank you for the help, and looks at him with eyes full of admiration and gratitude.
That vanity is off the charts.
It’s just that there is a generation gap in the emotional value that Jiao’s mother provides to her.
But even if the other party did this, she didn't feel angry at all. She just felt that her aunt had a hard time and she was not strong enough in society.
It was all her fault. The aunt just wanted to give her a banner and beat drums to express her gratitude. What's wrong with that!
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