Chapter 71 Chu Song Captures a Fangirl
He Qian really didn't understand what kind of magic potion Chu Song had given his mother to make her so bewitched that even he, her own son, was not treated this way, but was instead despised everywhere.
"Okay, okay, she is your biological daughter. I was adopted."
Zhou Juhua laughed. "I'm really looking forward to it. Tell me, what else can you do besides making me angry?"
"I will also bring your darling daughter home early tomorrow morning."
"We agreed. Remember this. Don't forget it when you wake up."
"Yes, sir."
He Qian sighed. What kind of fate was this? He had originally thought they would never meet again.
The next day, early in the morning.
At Zhou Juhua's urging, He Qian rode his bicycle to Luhua Brigade right after breakfast. When he arrived, Chu Song was still sleeping soundly and had not gotten up at all.
Chai Xueqi poured a glass of water and explained awkwardly, "She might have been tired yesterday, so she got up late today. Please wait a little longer."
He Qian smiled politely, "Okay, thank you for your help."
"No trouble, no trouble."
This wait lasted for more than half an hour. When He Qian was almost getting impatient, Chu Song finally yawned and pushed open the door.
"Good morning, sister-in-law." Her hair was disheveled and a little frizzy, and her eyes were half open, but she had already greeted someone.
"It's getting late." Chai Xueqi couldn't help but remind him, "Someone is looking for you."
Chu Song then noticed that there was another person in the yard. She was stunned, "He Qian? Why are you here?"
He Qian didn't know where to look. Chu Song thought Chai Xueqi was the only one at home, so he came out without wearing any outer clothes. In fact, nothing was exposed, and her inner clothes were even more conservative than the summer dresses.
But he was a foreigner after all, and was afraid of seeing things he shouldn't see.
He Qian nodded randomly and said, "My mother asked me to take you home to play. It's her birthday today, and she wanted to invite you, her goddaughter, to play."
Chu Song suddenly realized: "So today is my godmother's birthday, but I didn't prepare any gifts."
He Qian was only responsible for bringing people home safely. Other matters had nothing to do with him. He said, "It's okay. My mother just wants someone to keep her company and have some fun. Your presence is the greatest gift."
Chu Song looked disgusted and said, "Men like you don't understand anything. Go away."
He Qian: “…”
Ye Xiuzhi was not at home at the moment as she had gone to work, so Chu Song and Chai Xueqi decided to act first and ask for permission later. They took ten eggs and ten duck eggs from their home as gifts. Although they were not very expensive, they were practical.
It also fits her character as a country girl.
Chai Xueqi warned her: "Hold it carefully, don't eat it on the way."
"I know."
Chai Xueqi actually felt a little bit sad. Her daughter can now eat some complementary food. Ye Xiuzhi has never been stingy in this regard. She eats whatever is nutritious. She also never stopped taking nutritional supplements during her confinement.
So she would steam some eggs for the child from time to time. As a result, her sister-in-law, who was only several dozen months old, also wanted to eat some, and now she gave out twenty eggs at once.
Chai Xueqi's heart is bleeding!
Chu Song didn't notice Chai Xueqi's complicated emotions at all. She dressed herself up and looked pretty, then held the basket of eggs.
The mood is bright and the smile is lovely.
"Then I'm leaving, sister-in-law. When my mother comes back, tell her that I'll be back in the afternoon."
"Okay, I'll tell you, go ahead."
He Qian came here by bike. He was a bastard who didn't ride in a car when he had one. Chu Song handed the basket of eggs to him, then stepped forward and sat in the front seat.
"You go sit in the back, I'll ride you."
He Qian recalled some unpleasant memories. He said awkwardly, "Last time was an accident. I won't fall again this time. Let me give you a ride."
"No, just sit still and wait until I get tired. We can take turns riding for the second half."
"That's fine." He Qian didn't argue with her.
In fact, Chu Song had his own little thoughts. The roads in the countryside were narrow and rugged. It was not so bad for cyclists, but sitting on the back seat of a bicycle would almost break your butt.
Chu Song couldn't bear this kind of hardship, so when they were about to enter the city and the road conditions improved, she moved to the back seat.
Chu Song praised his own wit.
Don't suffer when you have to, and don't try to enjoy happiness when you don't have it.
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Zhou Juhua lost her husband early in life and raised her children alone. She now lives in a staff compound. She has a stable job and her son is also doing well, so her life in her later years can almost be described as free and easy.
He Qian brought the girl home and received many curious and inquiring looks from neighbors along the way. He lowered his head awkwardly, but since no one asked him about it, he was too embarrassed to explain that this was his mother's adopted daughter.
Chu Song walked confidently without any stage fright. If anyone looked at her, she would look back with her big eyes, which made the person feel embarrassed.
He Qian: "We're here. We'll stay here."
"Oh." Chu Song nodded perfunctorily. When He Qian opened the door, she suddenly spoke in a voice that was so cute and lively that even though He Qian knew her nature well, he still felt that it was more beautiful than a lark.
"Godmother, I'm here."
He Qian was stunned. This lively and lovely feeling... no wonder his mother was fascinated by it.
Zhou Juhua heard the voice and hurried out to greet him, "Songsong, you're here. Are you tired from the journey?"
"Not tired." Chu Song sniffed, "What's that smell? It smells so good."
"I fried these meatballs. They're freshly made. Would you like to try one first?"
"May I?"
"Why not? When you come to my godmother's house, just treat it as your own home. Eat whatever you want. Don't be polite!"
Chu Song's eyes twinkled with stars. "Okay, okay, I like my godmother's cooking the most."
Zhou Juhua smiled from ear to ear, and like a real mother and daughter, she took the man's hand and went into the kitchen, completely forgetting that she had a biological son standing in the yard.
He Qian: “…”
He could vaguely hear the conversation and laughter of two people in the kitchen. He Qian felt helpless. Well, maybe in terms of emotional value, Chu Song did give enough.
He began to understand a little bit why Chu Song was so loved by his mother.
Zhou Juhua knew Chu Song was coming, so she got up early in the morning and bustled around in the kitchen, making an exceptionally sumptuous lunch. Knowing that Chu Song liked meat buns, she specially prepared two large plates of meat buns, one for lunch and the other for Chu Song to take home.
Chu Song was touched: "Godmother, you are so kind to me."
Zhou Juhua was all smiles, and the more people he met, the more he liked them. He even regretted not having a daughter when he was young. Daughters would be so much better.
Chu Song said, "By the way, godmother, you haven't seen the birthday present I brought you yet, have you?"
Zhou Juhua scolded him, "I asked you to come to my house to eat and play, why bring a gift? Don't bring anything next time, or I'll be angry."
"The gift is small, but the sentiment is great."
Chu Song left the kitchen, found He Qian, and showed Zhou Juhua a basket of eggs. "Godmother, look, these are not ordinary eggs."
"oh?"
"These are the chickens and ducks I feed myself. I take them out for a walk every day, feed them the best feed, and always keep them in a good mood. That's how they lay these eggs. Once you eat them, you'll know they're different from ordinary eggs. Not only are they delicious, they're also highly nutritious."
He Qian looked left and right, but couldn't see anything different about the basket of eggs. He said with a smile, "It's not as exaggerated as you say. They look just ordinary eggs to me."
Chu Song was dissatisfied, "What do you know? Have you ever fed chickens and ducks?"
Zhou Juhua said bluntly, "He has never raised chickens or ducks before. He's an outsider. Don't bother with him. The egg looks big, so it must be delicious."
He Qian: “…”
Okay, he really did pick it up.
Chu Song teamed up with Zhou Juhua to take the initiative and drove He Qian out of the kitchen.
Although she couldn't cook, she could still help out and please Zhou Juhua. After the two of them finished their work and served all the dishes on the table, it was exactly twelve o'clock in the afternoon and time for dinner.
Zhou Juhua doesn't have many relatives. Apart from Chu Song, he only invited a few good neighbors to come over for dinner.
Chu Song was a stranger, and the people in the staff compound were very curious about her. In addition, He Qian was of marriageable age, so they all secretly wondered whether she was He Qian's girlfriend.
"No, no, that brat wouldn't be that lucky." Zhou Juhua explained with a smile, "This is the daughter I adopted some time ago. Her name is Chu Song and she lives in Luhua Brigade."
She introduced the people to Chu Song, "This is your Aunt Gu, Aunt Chen, and your Aunt Chen's daughter, Xiaojun."
Chu Song called out to everyone one by one. When he introduced Xiaojun, the little girl suddenly raised her head and asked, "Your name is Chu Song, which Song?"
"Ode to praise."
"The handwriting is the same too..." Xiaojun muttered to herself, how could it be exactly the same name as her favorite author, but seeing that she was not much older than her, it must be a coincidence.
Chu Song only saw her mouth moving, but couldn't hear what she said, so he asked curiously, "What did you say? Is there something wrong with my name?"
Xiaojun shook his head, "Nothing, just think of it as a misunderstanding."
Aunt Chen: "Girl, how can you speak like that? No one speaks halfway."
Xiaojun snorted, "What's wrong with me? Can't I have my own privacy? I can say whatever I want to say, and I can stay silent if I don't want to."
Aunt Chen was choked by her and could not utter a word to refute, so she shook her head helplessly at Chu Song, "This little girl has just this temper, don't take it to heart."
"No, it's quite unique." Chu Song wasn't that petty.
Besides, when she was at this age, she was in the middle school syndrome period, and her temper was even hotter than Xiaojun. Except for not cutting her hair in a "Shamatte" style, she did almost all the middle school things.
Personality? Xiaojun glanced at her and suddenly curled his lips. "Just tell me, because you and my favorite author are both named Chu Song."
Chu Song asked, "Your favorite author? Is it the one who wrote 'Extraordinary Diary'?"
"uh-huh."
"Her, then I know her."
Xiaojun's interest was piqued, and he thought they were of the same interest. "Do you also like to read 'Extraordinary Diary'?"
There are not many people of her age in the compound. Some are too young and illiterate, while others are too old and just go to work, work, and work every day. They don’t like to read.
Annoying kids and boring adults.
Chu Song shook his head, "I don't like reading, I like writing."
"Like to write?" Xiaojun didn't understand.
I'm not the author, so what am I writing about... Wait, this can't be such a coincidence, could it be...
Chu Song raised an eyebrow at her.
Xiaojun was really stunned. She said in disbelief, "You are Chu Song?!"
"If I'm not Chu Song, who else could it be? It's Chu Song, no doubt about it."
Xiaojun stood up excitedly, "Are you really Chu Song?!"
Everyone at the table was a little confused. Didn't they say it was Chu Song? Why were they so excited?
If it’s not Chu Song, who else could it be?
Aunt Chen didn't know why her daughter was suddenly so excited. She wondered blankly, Chu Song, is he very famous?
She seemed to have never heard of this name before.
Xiaojun raised his head somewhat arrogantly, "You haven't read 'Extraordinary Diary', so of course you don't understand. Boring adults, we have nothing in common."
Zhou Juhua barely understood. "You mean, the 'Extraordinary Diary' you mentioned was written by Chu Song? Song Song is your favorite author?"
"uh-huh."
Zhou Juhua had never read "Extraordinary Diary." Although she only had a vague understanding of it, it didn't stop her from thinking Chu Song was amazing. So she flattered him, "It turns out our Song Song is a great writer after all. Really amazing! By the way, where was it published? I'll buy it and read it someday."
Xiaojun answered first: "In the Evening Fun newspaper, on the first and fifteenth of every month, there will be a new story in the center section!"
"Oh, really? That's amazing."
"Yeah, if you round it up, it's someone who's been in the newspaper."
"This is all fate, Xiaojun, isn't it a coincidence?"
Chu Song was flattered by the praise. If he had a tail, it would have been wagging happily at this moment.
"It's okay, playing steadily."
Everyone at the table was amused by her, and Xiaojun looked at her with sparkling eyes. He no longer looked like the cool and individual boy he used to be. Instead, he looked a little shy as if he had met his idol.
Aunt Chen was amazed.
It's so rare to see Xiaojun like this.
The meal was finished in a lively atmosphere.
After dinner, He Qian volunteered to clean up the mess and wash the dishes. While washing the dishes, he quietly listened to the laughter coming from outside the house.
It was obvious that Zhou Juhua was happier than ever on this birthday.
He knew exactly what the reason was, or who it was because of.
Chu Song... He silently repeated these two words in his heart.
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After Xiaojun knew that Chu Song was "Chu Song", she ran home as soon as she finished her meal, and then brought every issue of "Wanqu" over, and she showed it to Chu Song shyly.
"I haven't missed a single issue, and I've read some of them over and over again."
Chu Song took advantage of being taller than her and touched her head, acting like an older sister.
"So you're my loyal reader, hello."
Chu Song had a hundred ways to deal with this kind of adolescent girl, and she took the initiative to reach out.
Xiaojun's face flushed with excitement. She shook hands with the man seriously and asked, "Can I tell my friends?"
"Tell what?"
"Tell them I know 'Chu Song'. You know, many of my classmates like to read 'Extraordinary Diary'!"
Chu Song: "Of course."
"Also..." Xiaojun asked softly, "Can you tell me what the story is like? I really want to know the ending."
The latest story of "Extraordinary Diary" is divided into two parts, and only the first half has been serialized so far. Xiaojun has been anxious for a whole week and wishes he could catch the author and ask her to write a new story every day.
Chu Song smiled slightly, then gently shook his head in her expectant gaze: "No, please look forward to the next issue of "Evening Fun"."
Xiaojun was disappointed, "Okay then."
"But..."
Jun's hope rekindled, "But what?"
"Originally, I was supposed to update twice this month, but I'll make an exception for you and update three times. How about that?"
"Really?!"
Chu Song curled his lips, his eyes curved like crescent moons, "Of course it's true."
It is true that she made an exception, but the main reason was that she had manuscripts in reserve, and the publishing house was pressing her for submission, saying that "Extraordinary Diary" was very popular, especially among young people, and the more manuscripts she wrote, the better.
I should be able to update three times this month.
then.
Xiaojun was easily captured and turned into Chu Song's little follower and little fan girl.
"Sister Chu Song, would you like some flower tea? The flower tea I brew is delicious."
"Sister Chu Song, do you want to see my 'collection'?"
"Sister Chu Song, when will you come to play with me next time?"
Zhou Juhua looked at her with a smile on her face. She said to Aunt Chen with some pride, "Surprised?"
Aunt Chen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but she had to admit, "I'm surprised. Xiaojun was a cute kid when he was little, but as he got older, he became more and more individualistic. He's like the little bully in the family. Others have to obey him. I've never seen him obey others like this before."
"That's right, don't you see who it is, my goddaughter!"
"Oh, wow, look how proud you are, you must have found a treasure."
"Of course it's Bao!"
Chu Song stayed at Zhou's house until sunset. Although he was reluctant to leave, Zhou Juhua didn't want to let him stay overnight.
She took out a bag of buns she had saved that morning and gave it to Chu Song, saying that it was a token of her love and asked her to take it home for her family to try.
"Thank you, Godmother. You are so kind." Chu Song accepted it obediently. "Godmother, I will come to see you next time I go to the city!"
"Okay, okay." Zhou Juhua smiled from ear to ear. "If I'm not at home, even if I'm working at the restaurant, you can come find me. Don't worry, there's plenty of meat buns!"
"Okay, I won't be polite."
"I'm not afraid of you being rude, I'm just afraid of you being too polite."
Zhou Juhua likes Chu Song's personality very much, he is very generous and elegant.
She asked He Qian to ride his bike to take Chu Song home. He Qian did not refuse. He was the one who picked up the person, and he would not feel at ease if he did not send the person back safely.
As luck would have it, when He Qian was driving her back to the village, he happened to run into some educated youth who had just finished work and were about to return to the educated youth compound.
The path is narrow, and if two parties collide head-on, one party will have to give way.
He Qian stopped the car and gave way.
Tong Shuli saw Chu Song and greeted him, "Hey, Xianxian, where have you been? Did you go to the city to play?"
"Uh-huh."
"Who is this person?"
Chu Song thought about it and answered hesitantly: "...brother?"
He Qian: “…” Why does it sound weird?
He was silent for a moment, then took the initiative to explain: "She's no different from my biological brother. Chu Song is my mother's goddaughter. Today is my mother's birthday, so I took her home to play for a while." "So that's how it is."
The few of them didn't ask any further questions. They just greeted each other and left.
Chu Song thought, it’s a good thing I didn’t meet Lu Minglin.
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