Chapter 117
Xu Qingyan and her family of three returned from their honeymoon abroad the night before kindergarten started.
Bubble bought bags and bags of souvenirs, and everyone received one. Even her disliked great-uncle Xu Cheye was not forgotten, and she carefully selected a gift for him.
On the first day of school, Xu Cheye arrived at the Xu family's house twenty minutes early, carrying a beautifully wrapped back-to-school gift.
After a winter break, the little boy had grown taller, and his slightly long, short hair was neatly trimmed, highlighting his striking features with thick eyebrows and big eyes.
"Rou Rou, good morning." In the living room sofa, five-year-old Xu Cheye sat upright, holding a newspaper and reading it with great interest.
Xu Yirou had just finished washing up and came out, her hair still messy, but she responded energetically: "Cheche, good morning, come and have breakfast together."
"I've already eaten." Xu Cheye put down his newspaper and eagerly stepped forward with the gift. "This is your back-to-school gift. Open it later and see if you like it."
Oh, another gift.
"Cheche, are you Santa Claus?" Xu Yirou asked in surprise. "No, Santa Claus only delivers presents once a year. You're much more diligent than him."
Xu Cheye's eyes were filled with laughter: "Santa Claus belongs to all children, but my Santa Claus belongs only to you."
Xu Qingyan, who had just taken a sip of hot tea: *Pfft*
The tea leaves traced graceful arcs in the air.
Xu Niancheng quickly handed over a tissue, which Xu Qingyan awkwardly took, glancing up to express his gratitude in a subtle way.
At this moment, Xu Niancheng's smile was harder to suppress than an AK. It was completely out of character. How could her 45-year-old father have become so mushy after his rebirth?
Laughing Mouse, cheesy pickup lines just pop into his head.
Thankfully, it's his biological father, Xu Cheye. If it were any other child, Xu Qingyan would most likely have already kicked the little brat who was spouting cheesy pickup lines out of the house.
Xu Yirou frowned, her big, watery eyes blinking, and suddenly turned and ran away: "Cheche, wait for me."
Xu Cheye waited quietly in place.
The little girl returned shortly after, carrying something in her arms and slightly out of breath. She carefully handed him the glittering golden piggy bank.
Xu Cheye looked over, puzzled.
"Cheche, you shouldn't spend your money recklessly in the future. You can save it in your piggy bank and take it out to spend when you grow up."
Xu Yirou, with her chubby cheeks, said earnestly, "Cheche, you're still young and don't know how hard it is to earn money. Even if I'm a very lovable child, you can't just spend your money on me."
"Small amounts of money are very important!"
Xu Cheye's generous gift of goldfish for the Lunar New Year already made her feel very indebted.
Xu Cheye looked down at the pig in his arms, then at the chubby and adorable little girl, and his breath hitched. A silly smile appeared on his cool little face.
When he first started dating Xu Yirou in his past life, he would order a different bouquet of flowers to be delivered to her company every morning. He could feel her happiness and gratitude, but her emotions would quickly turn sour after she was happy.
Having grown up under the oppression of her family of origin, she felt unworthy of the beautiful flower and his affection, especially since she had a three-year-old child with her.
So he decided to treat her even better.
He would pick her up from get off work every day, rain or shine, and always prepared little surprises for her. Sometimes it was her favorite roasted chestnuts, sometimes it was a bracelet that matched her clothes, or a new flavor of milk tea. Those ingenious little surprises always made her eyes light up.
She enjoys a simple and warm life and loves to explore food, so he gave up his habit of staying up late playing games and started getting up early every day to go to the market with her to buy groceries. When they got home, he would help her cook and learn how to make a dish she liked and baby food.
Two adults and one child, three meals a day, four seasons.
She finally let go of that careful, ingratiating behavior and realized that she was more than worthy of flowers; she was wonderful and deserved to be loved.
She no longer felt anxious or apprehensive because her partner treated her well.
Later, he proposed to her.
He continued to send her flowers with dew on them every day, and while she was happy, she also learned to express her worries and dissatisfaction.
“We need to make a living. I’ve looked at the prices, and this bouquet costs 150 yuan. We’d spend 4,500 yuan a month just on flowers.”
Twenty-three-year-old Xu Yirou was quite shocked by the amount she found when she calculated it.
"It's okay, I can afford it."
Xu Yirou glared at him fiercely for the first time: "That won't do either. It's easy to spend money but hard to make it. You're not allowed to send flowers anymore. You should save your money properly."
She had the air of a mistress of the house, and Xu Cheye was completely captivated by her.
A similar scene unfolded, and five-year-old Xu Cheye sensed a familiar presence in those innocent eyes.
His expression was somewhat ethereal, and he couldn't help but softly call out, "Rou Rou."
Just hearing her name makes me feel happy.
Five short, chubby, and fair fingers waved under his eyes, and the little girl's childish voice contained a hint of dissatisfaction:
"Cheche, stop daydreaming. Don't think I'm being long-winded. You'll go bankrupt easily if you squander your money."
"This little pig is for you. You must try your best to feed it well."
Xu Cheye crossed his arms tightly and nodded solemnly: "Yes!"
From now on, this piggy bank will be his ancestor. No one else can go hungry, and he will always have something to eat.
After finishing her morning practice, Bubble came downstairs and bumped into Xu Cheye, who was grinning foolishly.
Baby sighed. That infatuated little boy was actually her great-grandfather. Bubble walked away with a helpless pout.
"Here, this is for you."
Pat the shoulder lightly.
Xu Cheye snapped out of his daze, and a small bun with a pink headband came into view.
Dressed in a pink martial arts uniform, Bubble looked dashing as she weighed the bag in her hand: "A gift, see if you like it."
"...A gift for me?"
“Yes.” Worried that Xu Cheye might overthink it, Paopao made a point of explaining, “My parents took me to France, and I picked out gifts for all the other children.”
He implied that everyone else had one, and that giving him one was just a side thing, not an invitation to be his grandfather.
This is very important.
Xu Cheye smiled with relief upon understanding, his eyes brimming with affection. He happily accepted the first gift from his granddaughter.
"Thank you, Little Bubble. Grandpa will cherish the gifts you and Grandma gave me."
Today is a good day; all my wishes will come true!
Bubble stomped her foot, taking advantage of her again: "What grandpa? I haven't even acknowledged you as one yet."
"It's only a matter of time." Xu Cheye was already dazed with joy, and he made a promise: "Don't worry, although it's my first time being a grandfather, I will definitely be the coolest grandfather."
If you keep calling me "grandpa" like that, I'm really going to beat you up.
Xu Yirou's mind was already on the dining table. Sniffing the aroma, she turned and ran: "It smells like crab roe crystal dumplings!"
"Ah, Grandma, wait for me."
The two cubs ran off as fast as they could.
Xu Cheye was overjoyed, holding the two gifts. He couldn't contain his curiosity and opened the gift his granddaughter had given him.
Oh, it's a Transformer, and a limited edition one at that.
Xu Qingyan moved slightly and took long strides to sit down next to the cub's father: "Dad, please don't mind what Paopao said. Actually, she is slowly accepting you."
Xu Cheye glanced at her arrogantly: "Do you even need to tell me? Of course my granddaughter will accept me. Do you think I'm not a good grandfather?"
"Don't underestimate your dad."
He tried hard to keep a straight face and appear dignified, but no matter what the five-year-old did, it just looked like he was trying to be cute.
Looking at the father and son in front of her with their strikingly contrasting personalities, Xu Niancheng smiled quietly. This is the joy of raising a child.
*
Time flies, and four-year-old Xu Yirou grows up day by day. On her sixth birthday, exciting news came from the laboratory.
A highly effective drug for leukemia has successfully passed clinical trials and can now be officially launched on the market, bringing hope to a large number of patients who have endured the pain of chemotherapy and were waiting to die in despair.
At the same time, Xu Yirou's legendary experience has been fully known to the government departments, which have attached great importance to it and are protecting her closely without affecting her normal life.
The discovery of a drug that could cure leukemia shocked the medical community with its near-miraculous effects.
Patients who have been given a new lease on life and their families who have witnessed their loved ones regain their health cannot help but share their experiences online, with the intention of encouraging other cancer patients who are also suffering from the same torment.
[There's always hope if you persevere—this isn't just empty platitudes, it's true! You really can survive if you just endure it!]
[Amazing! My cousin was on the verge of death from leukemia, but a newly developed effective drug for leukemia saved him!! He's lively and energetic now, it's truly incredible!]
I had terminal leukemia, and my family had already made all the necessary preparations for my funeral. I was someone who shouldn't have made it this far, but suddenly I was miraculously revived! I solemnly declare that this wasn't a final burst of energy before death; it was a genuine, miraculous recovery of my health! All thanks to the new, highly effective drug!
[We really need to thank these professors! Without their dedicated research and their perseverance, we wouldn't be where we are today. Thank you, Professor Yunlan, Professor Lu Feng, Professor Gao Yu, and all the researchers!]
Guoguo's mother was among the first to use the special medicine and also among the first to recover from her severe illness.
She almost passed away back then, but luckily, the immature first-generation special medicine strongly extended her life. She continued to live until the fully mature third-generation special medicine was introduced. After taking it for three consecutive months, she recovered completely.
Guoguo's mother had known for a long time that her husband had cheated on her, had a mistress, and had an illegitimate child. The first thing she did after recovering was to get a divorce, take half of the family property, move out with her daughter, and start a new life.
Experts predict that the anti-cancer substances in Xu Yirou's blood will continue to survive until she turns eighteen.
The remaining twelve years are enough for experts to study how to replicate this special substance.
Another year has passed, and seven-year-old Xu Yirou has graduated from kindergarten and become a first-grade elementary school student.
For three years, no media outlet captured any recent photos of Xu Yirou. Fans could only rewatch the variety shows to relive the experience, and occasionally she would post one or two close-up photos of her back on her Weibo account.
In the photo, the little girl is facing away from the camera, making a peace sign with her head against the blue sky. I wonder if it's just the angle.
Her chubby little legs were much thinner and longer, and her thick, beautiful long hair, like seaweed, made her look just like a mermaid princess from a fairy tale, flowing and soft.
The night before elementary school started, all three siblings had insomnia.
The next morning, upon waking up, they looked at each other's dark circles and understood each other perfectly.
He Nianzhu lay listlessly on the table, rolling a hard-boiled egg in his right hand to reduce the swelling on his face. He had asked the crew for three days off to come back and witness the historic moment when his mother became a primary school student.
He was initially quite happy, until last night when Weibo sent him a targeted message, all about parents' anxiety about their children starting elementary school and their inability to sleep.
I wasn't anxious at all when my child was in kindergarten, but now that they're about to start primary school, I'm constantly worried that they'll be bullied by older students, and that they won't understand the lessons or keep up. Sigh.
It's hard not to feel anxious. My child is socially anxious like me; he's too introverted. When he's playing outside, he doesn't even know how to fight back when other children bully him. I'm afraid he'll be bullied at school and won't dare to speak up.
[As someone who's been through this, I have to say that primary schools are very competitive and strict these days. If you haven't prepared your child for the transition from kindergarten to primary school, they may struggle to adapt. I suggest focusing on developing their self-care and concentration skills to prevent them from falling behind in the curriculum.]
Reading through the reports one by one, He Nianzhu was shocked; it was better to be depressed together than to be depressed alone.
While holding her heart in her hands, He Nianzhu immediately took screenshots of these messages and sent them to the group chat.
Xu Qingyan and Xu Niancheng, who were unprepared yet calm and optimistic, were instantly shattered the moment they clicked on the picture.
How did those who didn't participate in the kindergarten-to-primary-school transition program fare in first grade?
[The first year is terrifying; the pace is insane!]
What to do if your first-grade child dislikes school?
[A first-grade child was bullied by classmates but dared not tell their parents. By the time the parents found out, it was too late!]
That night, the three of them practically swiped their phone screens until they were smoking.
Bubble started first grade two years earlier than Xu Yirou, and today is the first day of school for her to start third grade. She did not show any abnormalities when she entered elementary school.
This gave Xu Qingyan the illusion that it was just a matter of attending kindergarten in a different place.
Compared to those anxious mothers on Weibo, they seem incredibly relaxed.
The three of them looked regretful.
Xu Yirou was completely unaware of the three anxious siblings. She was so excited that she didn't fall asleep until midnight and almost couldn't get up in the morning.
Good morning, Da Bao, Er Bao, and Xiao Bao.
The seven-year-old girl was wearing a red and white striped primary school uniform, with her hair tied in a high ponytail that exuded youthful energy.
Over the course of three years, the little dumpling gradually blossomed. At four years old, she resembled a soft, creamy cream puff, and at seven, she was like a newly sprouted flower, adorable and tender, with the delicate fragrance of flowers hidden within the aroma of cream.
Looking at his mother like this, He Nianzhu was overwhelmed with filial piety. Actually, primary school wasn't necessarily a must...
It's not like my family can't afford to support my mother.
Thinking about it, he blurted out, "Mom, why don't you go to kindergarten for another year?"
Xu Yirou was caught off guard, and her clear almond-shaped eyes widened slightly.
"Erbao, what are you doing?" she asked, confused. "Are you crazy?"
He Nianzhu put down the eggs, squatted down, took her hand, and his affectionate peach blossom eyes welled up with tears.
"Mom, primary school is not as easy and fun as kindergarten. You can't sleep or play games, and you have to do homework every day. I feel sorry for you."
“I know,” Xu Yirou pouted, “but all children have to go to school. You went to school when you were little too.”
She raised her hand and rubbed her son's face: "Okay, Mommy's not not coming back. Be a good girl and wait for me at home. Mommy will bring you something delicious."
Xu Niancheng also squatted down: "Mom, I can't bear to part with you either."
Xu Yirou patted her daughter with her other hand: "Sweetie, Mommy will be back soon. Come pick me up early this afternoon."
A conversation between a mother and daughter/son is similar to:
—Mom's gone to work. Be good and stay home to do your homework while you wait for her to come back.
The barely perceptible unease that Xu Yirou had been hiding in her heart instantly dissipated.
Her three adorable children are waiting for her at home. She needs to be braver and set a good example!
Xu Qingyan's clear voice carried a gentle tone: "Mom, if you're unhappy at school, just tell me anytime, and I'll pick you up and take you home."
In an instant, Xu Yirou felt sweeter than if she had drunk honey.
She spread her little hands in a mocking manner: "I really can't do anything with you guys. Mommy knows, so don't worry about me anymore. I'm not a three-year-old anymore."
"I'm seven years old!"
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