Mid-Autumn Festival, eat moon cakes, eat crabs, drink rice wine.

Today, everyone in Grandpa Jiang's family arrived. One table could not accommodate everyone, so two tables were set up. The food on both tables was the same.

Grandpa Jiang sat at one table and asked the others to sit down quickly.

"You can sit anywhere. There are not so many rules here."

Cen Zhengnian whispered to Chuxia: "Where do you want to sit?"

Jiang Zhida didn't like to listen to the nagging of the elders, so he took the children to sit at the table without Grandpa Jiang, and Jiang Zhiyi followed.

Chuxia didn't want to sit with her second aunt. She looked at her second uncle Jiang and his friends who were already sitting with Grandpa Jiang. She directly pulled Cen Zhengnian to sit at this table: "Here, it's comfortable."

Jiang Zhiguan looked at the two tables, especially seeing her father at Grandpa Jiang's, and immediately pulled her husband to sit next to Chuxia and the others.

Aunt Li also sat at this table, and the rest of the people went to Grandpa Jiang's.

The table was full of dishes, and the most eye-catching ones were the dishes made with crabs, steamed crabs, stir-fried crabs, spicy crabs, and garlic crabs.

Crabs are cold in nature, so ginger vinegar and rice wine were prepared on the table. Children can't drink alcohol, and ginger, jujube and brown sugar water were also prepared.

But even so, Chuxia didn't let Cen Huaian eat too much. Cen Zhengnian, who had a bad stomach, couldn't eat anything at all.

"If you want to eat, you can eat a crab leg." Chu Xia leaned her head towards Cen Zhengnian and whispered to him.

Cen Zhengnian held a steamed big crab in his hand. Without using any tools beside him, his slender fingers used the crab's own limbs to flexibly remove the crab meat piece by piece and put it into Chu Xia's bowl. He said with a smile: "I don't want to eat it."

Then he took out another crab meat and gave it to Cen Huaian. It was

An An's first time eating crabs. He didn't know how to peel them, so he sat there obediently watching Cen Zhengnian peel them and eating them with ginger vinegar like Jiang Zhida and others.

As soon as he put it in his mouth, his eyes lit up. This was Cen Huaian's usual expression when he ate delicious food. The crab roe was even more delicious. He ate without raising his head. The remaining crab meat in the bowl was finished in a short time.

In fact, Chuxia also knew how to peel crabs, but since Cen Zhengnian had done it, she stopped and just waited to eat.

Jiang Zhida and Jiang Zhiyi were not afraid of spicy food, so they consumed the spicy crabs very quickly.

Seeing Cen Zhengnian feeding Chuxia and Cen Huaian, they showed envy in their eyes. It was so comfortable to eat only crab meat. They also wanted someone to peel crabs for them!

"Second cousin, peel one for me." Jiang Zhida was a little more shameless and shook the small bowl in front of Cen Zhengnian.

Cen Zhengnian put the crab he had peeled in Chuxia's bowl, looked at him and said, "Don't you have hands? Peel it yourself."

Jiang Zhida: "Second cousin, when you were a kid you would share your food with me."

Chuxia couldn't help laughing and said to Jiang Zhida, "Dazi, you've grown up, you have to learn to be self-reliant."

Jiang Zhiyi was struggling with a crab, and when he heard Chuxia's words, he laughed at Jiang Zhida without any hesitation: "Hahaha, cousin, you are so childish, I can eat crabs by myself! Otherwise, when you become Lulu and Weixian's age, someone will help you peel crabs."

Zhang Lu and Jiang Weixian didn't know how to peel crabs either, but with the help of Zhang Lu's father, Aunt Li and Jiang Zhida, they had no worries about not having enough to eat.

Jiang Zhida glared at her and said, "Eat yours."

Jiang Zhiguan only knew how to eat but not how to peel. She ate the crab meat that her husband Zhang Wei peeled for her.

She showed off the crab meat in her bowl to Jiang Zhida and said, "Dazi, someone peeled it for me too."

Jiang Zhida was so angry that his eyes widened and he looked at her straight. While she was still showing off, he quickly ran into her bowl with his chopsticks, picked up the biggest piece of crab meat and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing and nodding, "Crabs peeled by others are really delicious!"

Jiang Zhiguan was so angry that he hit Jiang Zhida, but Jiang Zhida stood up and hid aside, continuing to laugh and irritate her.

Zhang Lu doesn't like steamed crabs, thinking they don't taste good enough. She likes spicy crabs, and isn't afraid of spiciness. She eats them with a hissing sound, and points at the plate of spicy crabs, asking her father to peel them for her.

This table in early summer was so lively that Grandpa Jiang and his friends kept looking over here.

At Grandpa Jiang's table, it was mostly Uncle Jiang who was talking. The others either ate quietly or talked quietly with their wives. There was no festive atmosphere.

Grandpa Jiang looked over there and regretted sitting at this table. He smiled at the children making noise and said to Uncle Jiang: "Children are still energetic."

Then he looked at Uncle Jiang and Uncle Jiang with disdain: "You are not even in your seventies or eighties yet, how come you don't have the vigor of young people at all?" Uncle

Jiang put the peeled crab in Grandpa Jiang's bowl and said: "Dad, we are not in our seventies or eighties, but we are in our fifties or sixties, not young people."

Grandpa Jiang: "Attitude has nothing to do with age."

Uncle Jiang stopped talking.

Luo Peng followed Zhishu Jiang to sit at Grandpa Jiang's table. They were all elders, so she felt uncomfortable and a little restrained, and only ate the dishes in front of her.

Jiang Zhishu picked up a dish she liked from a distance and asked her, "What else do you want to eat?"

"Anything is fine." She smiled softly at Jiang Zhishu, her heart as sweet as honey.

Steamed crab, the crab meat is slightly sweet and tender, and the fried crab and garlic crab have different flavors.

However, Chuxia only tasted each one, and no matter how delicious they were, she didn't eat more. In addition to crab, the other dishes on the table were also delicious.

Shredded pork with Beijing sauce, chicken wrapped in vegetables, four-happiness meatballs, and vegetarian grilled eggplant. Aunt Li's cooking skills are good. With the help of my aunt and the others, this Mid-Autumn Festival reunion dinner, she showed her skills even more. Every dish made people unable to stop eating chopsticks.

Without eating staple food, Chuxia was full with just these dishes.

The same thing happened

to Cen Huaian. He finally held a cup of ginger, jujube and brown sugar water and drank it slowly in small sips. Chuxia could feel that he was very happy now. Chuxia leaned back like him and drank the ginger, jujube and brown sugar water slowly. Cen Zhengnian raised his hand and poured himself a cup.

After taking a sip, a strong ginger flavor filled the whole mouth, but slowly, the sweetness of red dates and brown sugar could be tasted.

Cen Zhengnian drank a cup of ginger, jujube and brown sugar water as if he was drinking some expensive tea, which made Jiang Zhida itchy.

Is it really so delicious?

Jiang Zhida drank the rice wine in the cup in one gulp, and couldn't help but pour a cup of ginger, jujube and brown sugar water.

After taking a sip, his whole face wrinkled instantly: Such a strong ginger flavor, why did the second cousin's family enjoy it so much?

It was so strange. Jiang Zhida continued to drink, wanting to know the answer.

After finishing a glass, he still felt that soda tasted better. Simple brown sugar water was also delicious. Wine was better than it. He hated eating ginger the most.

At Grandpa Jiang's table, except for Jiang Zhishu and Luo Peng, everyone drank rice wine. Even my second aunt Zhou Huaying was no exception. She looked very beautiful when drinking. It was pleasing to the eye.

Unlike my second aunt's personality, her face was really beautiful. Jiang Zhiyi was also beautiful, but still not as beautiful as her mother.

Chuxia drank tea and thought about these messes.

At this time, Uncle Jiang, Uncle Jiang, and Aunt Li cut the moon cakes and came out.

There was no moon-viewing activity at night, because not everyone's home was close to Grandpa Jiang's place. If you go back too late, the road is not safe.

So the mooncakes were eaten in advance.

There were all kinds of mooncakes. Chuxia ate a lot of vegetables and couldn't finish a mooncake. She ate a few bites, rubbed her stomach, and quietly put the mooncake to Cen Zhengnian's mouth: "Help me eat some, I can't eat anymore."

The mooncake itself was not cut big. Cen Zhengnian lowered his head and ate the mooncake in Chuxia's hand in two bites.

"It tastes good." There was still a smile on his face.

Jiang Zhida noticed the two people's actions, and he felt his teeth sour, and quickly looked away.

Grandpa Jiang was eating mooncakes and thinking of the past. He talked about Grandma Jiang, and his tone was full of nostalgia.

When Grandma Jiang was alive, she would make mooncakes every Mid-Autumn Festival.

"She was weak, so I was the one who kneaded the dough and mixed the filling. Now the mooncakes are all bought. The taste is better, but I always feel that something is missing." Chuxia

heard that Grandpa Jiang was thinking about Grandma Jiang. She looked at the mooncakes and thought of her grandfather.

In her previous life, she spent every Mid-Autumn Festival with her grandfather. After dinner in the evening, she lay on the recliner in the yard, rocking the recliner, holding a mooncake in her hand, taking a bite from time to time, and looking up at the bright moon in the sky.

When she was a child, her grandfather would tell her the story of Chang'e and the Jade Rabbit. When she saw the shadow on the moon, she wondered if that was the palace where Chang'e and the Jade Rabbit lived.

Later, when I grew up, I knew that those were all myths, but I still felt happy when I recalled the beautiful scene of watching the moon when I was a child.

"Dad, shall we go see Mom tomorrow?"

Grandpa Chiang came back to his senses, looked at Uncle Chiang who was talking, shook his head and said, "I have talked to your mom, so you don't have to go."

Grandpa Chiang's house was hung with a black and white photo of Grandma Chiang. Early in the morning, he put the moon cakes he bought on the table in front of the photo of Grandma Chiang.

In the afternoon, everyone started to leave one after another.

Chuxia refilled Grandpa Jiang's medicinal wine and asked him, "Grandpa, how do you feel after drinking the medicinal wine?"

Grandpa Jiang sat on the chair, took a sip of tea and said, "It's effective. I don't feel so bad on rainy days."

Although it doesn't mean that my legs don't hurt anymore, it's better than before.

Chuxia was relieved and told Grandpa Jiang how to drink it again. She told him that after soaking it in wine this time, she would bring new medicinal wine next time. After drinking this bottle of wine, the herbs can be thrown away.

Grandpa Jiang smiled like a Maitreya Buddha and nodded, enjoying the care of the younger generation. He is old, and now what he likes is to have a large house full of children and grandchildren who are filial.

Coming out of Grandpa Jiang's house, Chuxia saw that Zhishu Jiang's car had not left yet, and he and Luo Peng had been gone for a while.

She pulled Cen Zhengnian's arm and asked him, "Is that my cousin's car?"

Cen Zhengnian also noticed Jiang Zhishu's car. He said "hmm", held Chuxia's hand with one hand, and held Cen Huaian with the other hand and said, "Let's go say hello."

But before they walked over, Jiang Zhishu rolled down the window, waved to them, started the car and drove away.

Cen Zhengnian watched the car go away, with some thoughts on his face. In Chuxia's puzzled eyes, he looked away as if nothing had happened: "Let's go take a car too." After

Jiang Zhishu drove away, he didn't say anything all the way, and Luo Peng looked out the window, not knowing what he was thinking.

They went all the way home. Jiang Zhishu took off his coat, and Luo Peng subconsciously took it, hung it on the hanger, and then sat on the sofa and continued to think about things.

"What do you want to tell me?"

As soon as she got in the car, Luo Peng said that she had something to say to Zhishu Jiang.

Luo Peng's tone was too serious, and Zhishu Jiang did not drive the car, waiting for her to speak.

But she did not say anything until Cen Zhengnian's family came out.

Parking the car at the door of her grandfather's house aroused suspicion, so Zhishu Jiang drove back.

"I..."

Luo Peng was a little embarrassed, but she had been preparing herself mentally since she heard what Chu Xia said.

This matter had to be said. She did not know as many people as her husband, nor was she as thorough as him, and she was not used to hiding things from her husband.

Luo Peng bit her lip, her fingers grasping the hem of her skirt, lowered her head and whispered, "I want to find a doctor to treat my body."

Jiang Zhishu's eyes fell on her white fingertips, sat beside her, and reached out to hold her hand: "Relax."

Luo Peng instantly looked up at him, his eyebrows slightly wrinkled, and he didn't seem to like what she said.

"I... I..." Luo Peng wanted to explain, Jiang Zhishu asked her directly: "We haven't been married for a long time, why do you want to find a doctor to treat your body? Who said what in front of you?"

Jiang Zhishu and Luo Peng were high school classmates, but they met and got married after being admitted to the same university. The time they got married was not as early as Chu Xia and Cen Zhengnian.

At the beginning, the two of them didn't have children when they got married, so neither of them was in a hurry, and their parents-in-law didn't urge them.

But she and Jiang Zhishu were not young anymore. Later, as the days of marriage passed, although her mother-in-law didn't say anything, Luo Peng could feel that she was looking forward to her pregnancy.

Luo Peng was also a little anxious. She asked Jiang Zhishu at that time if she should go for a check-up to see what was going on.

Jiang Zhishu didn't let her go: "Children need fate. We haven't been married for too long. You don't have to rush."

​​Luo Peng had something on her mind and secretly went to see a doctor because she didn't dare to go to a big hospital. She didn't know if those doctors were not skilled enough. Everyone said something different, and she didn't dare to take the medicine they prescribed.

It was not until today that Luo Peng was determined to find a good doctor to regulate her body after listening to Chu Xia's words.

She shook her head and said to Zhishu Jiang: "I want a child myself, Zhishu, I want to find a doctor."

Zhishu Jiang saw the seriousness in her eyes, his brows slowly relaxed, and his thumb rubbed the back of Luo Peng's hand: "Okay, I'll find the doctor, I'll go with you."

Luo Peng's eyes showed a panic: "What are you going to see? You are not sick?"

Zhishu Jiang: "Sometimes not having children is not just a woman's problem. I don't hesitate to see a doctor."

Although she couldn't watch the moon with Grandpa Jiang, Chuxia watched the moon in the yard with Cen Huaian and Cen Zhengnian.

There are reclining chairs at home. Chuxia made them specially. There are only two. She lies on one and Cen Zhengnian lies on the other with Cen Huaian in his arms.

There is a small table in the middle, on which are placed various fruit snacks and a plate of cut moon cakes.

Huangzi and Heizi squatted in front of the table, wagging their tails. The two dog heads looked at Chuxia, then at An'an, and then looked at the table again, sticking out their tongues, looking very greedy.

When Cen Huaian was eating, he would quietly feed them a little, a few small bites, and they swallowed it in one mouthful, and I don't know if they can taste anything.

Chuxia rocked on the rocking chair, holding a small bowl in her hand, which was filled with peeled pomegranate seeds. She ate while looking at the moon in the sky, feeling as if she had returned to her childhood.

"An'an, let me tell you a story."

"Okay."

Cen Huaian turned his head and looked at Chuxia, and even Cen Zhengnian looked over.

"Legend has it that a long, long time ago..."

Chuxia and Cen Huaian told the story of Houyi shooting down the sun and Chang'e flying to the moon.

The version she told was not the one where Chang'e stole the elixir, but the one where Chang'e was forced to eat it.

"Mom, Pang Meng is so bad."

After listening to the story, Cen Huaian said this with a frown on his face.

Chuxia couldn't help laughing, and she thought of the ending of Cen Huaian in "The God of Times". He was also a villain like Pang Meng.

But since Chuxia came to this world, she has felt more and more that the book is unreasonable. But she is not the author of the book, and she doesn't know the author's real thoughts when writing this book.

But looking at Cen Huaian's current appearance, Chuxia would never believe that he would become a villain in the future. He will get better and better as he grows up in an environment of love.

Chu Xia's eyes fell on Cen Huaian, and she smiled and nodded, saying, "Yes, Pang Meng was really bad. Hou Yi taught him archery, and

he also coveted the elixir, forcing Hou Yi and Chang'e to separate." Cen Huaian nodded with Chu Xia, and he thought the same way: "An An, we must remember Pang Meng, this bad guy, and remember to repay kindness, not to be ungrateful."

Cen Huaian said "um" heavily and asked Chu Xia again: "Mom, what do they all mean?"

An An could vaguely understand the meaning of the idioms his mother said, but he wanted to hear a more accurate explanation.

Although he was a genius, he didn't understand every idiom, and he didn't read that many books.

Chu Xia looked at Cen Zhengnian, who hadn't said anything, just looking at the two of them with a smile in his eyes.

She lazily ate a handful of pomegranates and said, "Let your father tell you, he knows more stories about the moon."

Cen Huaian turned his head and looked at Cen Zhengnian expectantly.

Cen Zhengnian smiled at Chuxia and spoke slowly, his voice was magnetic and gentle, and his tone was soft. Chuxia couldn't help yawning as she listened.

Cen Zhengnian noticed that Chuxia's pomegranate bowl was slowly sliding down, so he stopped telling the story and put Cen Huaian, who was listening with relish, on the ground.

An An had a dazed expression on her face, and just as she was about to speak, Cen Zhengnian lowered his voice and said, "Huh, your mother fell asleep."

Cen Huaian immediately looked at Chuxia and closed his mouth tightly.

Cen Zhengnian took the bowl from Chuxia's hand and asked Cen Huaian to hold it. He held Chuxia back to the bedroom to sleep.

Chuxia was put on the bed and automatically wrapped herself in a quilt to continue sleeping. Cen Zhengnian turned around and went out to clean up the mess in the yard.

The next day, the sky was a little gloomy and it looked like it was going to rain.

Cen Zhengnian went to work, and Chuxia took an umbrella and raincoat and went to Tiananmen Square first.

They went late, and the national flag in Tiananmen Square had already been raised. At this time, raising the national flag was not as ceremonial as in later generations, nor was it crowded with people to watch as in later generations.

However, there were still many people in front of the city wall, and some people stood in front of Tiananmen Square to take pictures.

Chuxia and Cen Huaian stood in the square, looked up and saw the portrait of the great man hanging on the city wall, she squatted down to let Cen Huaian look, and told him the deeds of the great man during the revolutionary period.

Cen Huaian listened very seriously, his eyes looking at the portrait of the great man, his eyes bursting with admiration.

It would take too long to tell all those stories, so Chuxia only talked about two typical ones.

After Chuxia stopped, Cen Huaian hadn't said anything yet, and a child's clear voice came from behind: "Anything else?"

Chuxia and An'an turned around instantly, and saw a little girl with black hair, but a face that looked like a Chinese-foreign mixed race. She was looking at Chuxia with a pair of big black eyes like grapes, with a thirst for knowledge in her eyes.

"You speak so well, the great man is so amazing!" The little girl's voice was childish and her tone was innocent. Chuxia smiled as she listened.

"Yes, but you can ask your parents when you go home."

"I don't have a father or a mother." The little girl shook her head, and there was no sadness on her face.

Chuxia and An'an were both stunned, looking at the little girl, not knowing what to say.

At this time, an old lady with all white hair and a hunched body trotted over and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the little girl.

"Qiaoqiao, don't run around, there are many people with disabilities here!"

"Grandma, I'm listening to auntie telling stories."

The old lady smiled at Chuxia embarrassedly: "Sorry, my granddaughter likes to listen to stories."

Chuxia waved at her: "It's okay, I'm also telling stories to my son, she is very well behaved."

The old lady touched Qiaoqiao's head lovingly, looked at Chuxia, and said: "Thank you."

Then she led the little girl away.

"Mom, doesn't she have a father and a mother?" Seeing Qiaoqiao walking and looking back at Chuxia and Cen Huaian with nostalgia, An'an couldn't help but waved to her, frowning and asked Chuxia.

Qiaoqiao excitedly raised her hand and waved to them again, and followed her grandmother farther and farther away.

Chuxia shook her head: "I don't know either."

But she knew in her heart that it should be true. Judging from the little girl's appearance, her mother should be a foreigner.

And foreigners who married Chinese people would suffer a lot in the past few years.

Cen Huaian was in a low mood.

He knew the happiness of having a father and a mother, and he also knew how uncomfortable it was to be without a father and a mother, because he had both experiences.

But it was just a chance encounter. When Chuxia asked An An if she wanted to take a photo and take a photo in front of the great portrait, the matter of the bridge was suppressed in his heart, leaving a small mark in his heart.

"Mom, I want to take a photo."

After taking the photos, they had to be developed urgently, which cost a lot of money.

Cen Huaian looked at him and his mother in front of the city wall. His mother was smiling and wearing a red dress. She looked really good. He looked good too.

It would be nice if my dad was there too.

An An carefully put the photos into her bag, ready to go home and show them to her dad.

Chu Xia took Cen Huaian to the Forbidden City again. Tickets were required to enter the Forbidden City, and each person paid fifty cents. After Chu Xia paid the ticket money, she took An An in.

Compared with the solemnity of the Tiananmen Gate Tower, the Forbidden City gave people a greater sense of historical weight. With

red walls and yellow tiles, and walking on the gray floor tiles, Chu Xia felt as if she and An An had traveled back to ancient times. However, the modern people coming and going told her that she was still a visitor.

Chu Xia's understanding of the history of the Forbidden City also came from history books and history teachers, and some of it came from some history forums in later generations, after which she only had a vague understanding.

Therefore, she did not say much to An An, and only told him what she knew, such as that the Forbidden City was the imperial palace of the Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties.

But even with these, Cen Huaian listened very carefully.

The Forbidden City is very large, and Chu Xia and An An walked around and rested. The two were not in a hurry to see other places, so they walked very slowly.

So they spent the rest of the time in the Forbidden City. Cen Huaian became curious about those historical stories. After coming out, Chu Xia took him to the bookstore and picked out two books about the history of the Ming and Qing dynasties.

When they got home, the sun had completely set. The rice that Cen Zhengnian had prepared was warming in the pot, and he went to work again.

The next day, Chu Xia took Cen Huaian to Beihai Park, and unexpectedly they ran into the bridge from yesterday again.

She was swinging on the swing in the park. When she saw Chuxia leading Cen Huaian passing by, she immediately got off the swing and ran to the two of them: "Auntie!"

Chuxia was also surprised. She didn't expect to meet Qiaoqiao for the second time.

Qiaoqiao's grandmother also felt that they were predestined. They were both playing with their children, and Qiaoqiao liked Chuxia and An'an very much. Qiaoqiao's grandmother asked Chuxia: "Do you want to go shopping together?"

Chuxia did not refuse.

Qiaoqiao is very lively. It can be seen that her grandmother raised her very well. She has more childish innocence than Cen Huaian.

And she is very polite. If she asks Cen Huaian something he doesn't want to say, she will pretend that nothing happened and jump over it, and then talk about other things.

Chuxia and Qiaoqiao's grandmother walked behind. The two talked about raising children, and they tacitly did not ask many personal matters.

Unconsciously, the group was getting closer and closer to the lake in Beihai Park.

The lake was very large. As autumn had arrived, some leaves had fallen around the lake, but the trees around it were still green, except that the leaves had turned yellow, not as green as in spring and summer.

Seeing the boat on the lake, Qiaoqiao excitedly pointed at the boat and said, "Let's go take a boat ride!"

Chuxia asked Cen Huaian, "An'an, do you want to take a boat ride?"

Someone was rowing on the lake, and An'an said "hmm". He had never rowed on the lake.

Then Chuxia took An'an, and Grandma Qiaoqiao took Qiaoqiao, and the four of them got on a boat.

Qiaoqiao sat on the boat and sang, "Let's row the oars, and the boat will push away the waves..."

As she sang, she rowed with the oar in her hand.

Chuxia, Anan and Grandma Qiaoqiao also helped row the boat.

They imagined a beautiful scene, boating on the lake, with the boat passing by and ripples on the water.

However, the reality was very harsh. The four of them shouted 121 and rowed hard, but the boat not only did not move, but also went around in circles.

Chuxia and Grandma Qiaoqiao looked at each other and then looked away at the same time.

Chuxia coughed lightly and said to Cen Huaian's puzzled eyes: "We have experienced rowing, let's go back."

Cen Huaian looked at the boat that got on the boat later than them but had gone farther than them, and said: "Mom, we haven't reached the center of the lake yet."

"The center of the lake is dangerous."

Qiaoqiao also looked at Chuxia: "Auntie, but our boat is not moving."

Chuxia looked at Grandma Qiaoqiao, her eyes looked at the lake on one side, as if the scenery there was beautiful.

In the end, there was no choice, Chuxia and Grandma Qiaoqiao spent money to hire staff to help row the boat. If they continued to row, they would still be spinning in the same place.

Without rowing, Chuxia and An'an sat together, enjoying the beautiful scenery on the lake in a good mood. Although they could only see trees from a distance, it was a different feeling from watching from the shore.

Qiaoqiao sang "Let's Row the Boat" several times, and her voice lingered on the entire lake.

She also asked An'an to sing with her, but An'an refused. He preferred to recite poems about boating to Chuxia.

But there were other children boating in Beihai, and they had also learned "Let's Row the Boat". Some of the children were brave and sang along with Qiaoqiao.

After listening to them, Chuxia still felt that Qiaoqiao sang the best, smartly and in tune. Many of the other children did not sing, but shouted the song.

After getting off the boat, Cen Huaian looked at Qiaoqiao and suddenly asked, "Does your throat hurt?"

Qiaoqiao covered her throat with a pitiful expression on her face, and nodded heavily, "Yeah, I'm so thirsty and it hurts."

Grandma Qiaoqiao gave her some water to drink, "Keep singing, and sing louder, and it won't hurt."

"Grandma." Qiaoqiao drank the water and pouted her lips.

Beihai Park has beautiful scenery and is very large. Chuxia and An'an also played there for a day.

Chuxia and An'an's goal was not to visit all the attractions in Beijing in these two days, but to take their time to see them and try to have fun instead of just seeing the flowers.

Because of Qiaoqiao and Grandma Qiaoqiao, the whole tour was filled with more laughter.

When leaving Beihai Park in the afternoon, Qiaoqiao was reluctant to leave with Chuxia and Anan, but they did not leave contact information with each other.

Grandma Qiaoqiao also thought so, so after parting, whether they can meet again in the future depends on fate.

The happier you are playing, the more painful it is to do homework.

Chuxia did not expect that she was an adult, but she could still experience the feeling of a pen, a night, and a miracle.

But fortunately, she did homework every night, and there was not much left, so she could finish it in less than one night.

But she couldn't be the only one suffering, so Chuxia assigned Cen Huaian two travel notes. "Visiting the Forbidden City" and "Visiting Beihai Park" also have word count requirements, which must be at least 100 words.

For elementary school students, when Chuxia was a child, she only required 50 or 60 words to write a story based on a picture, so 100 words was definitely a lot.

But it was nothing to Cen Huaian. He wrote more than a hundred words to Bangzi and the others, and sometimes

he would write a lot of words in his diary. It didn't take him much time to finish writing two hundred words.

Chuxia was busy with her own homework and had no time to check Cen Huaian's, so she gave this task to Cen Zhengnian.

Cen Zhengnian checked very carefully. He would circle out any wrong characters or punctuation marks and ask An An to correct them. He would also look up the words that were replaced by pinyin in the dictionary and write them down.

When Chuxia finished her homework, Cen Huaian was actually practicing big characters under Cen Zhengnian's supervision.

"Why are you practicing calligraphy again? It's so late, you should go to bed."

Cen Huaian didn't look up. He was concentrating on writing a character. If he was distracted, he would make a mistake and would have to rewrite it.

Cen Zhengnian held a glass of water, took a sip and said, "His handwriting has deteriorated.

He should go to sleep after practicing this one." Chuxia looked at the one that Cen Huaian was writing. There were only two lines left. She went to wash her hands and prepared to go to bed.

Chuxia was very sleepy and tired now. Walking in the park was extremely tiring. By the afternoon, Chuxia only felt that her legs were so sore and numb that they were not her legs. She just wanted to sit and did not want to move at all.

But Qiaoqiao and Anan were still very energetic. I don’t know how these two children have so much energy. Grandma Qiaoqiao also seems to have better physical strength than her.

So if it weren’t for her willpower, Chuxia would have wanted to lie down in bed a long time ago.

When Cen Zhengnian came into the bedroom, Chuxia had already fallen asleep completely, and she did not wake up even when he went to bed.

Cen Zhengnian lay beside her, and habit made Chuxia roll to his side automatically.

Cen Zhengnian combed Chuxia's hair, and thinking of how Chuxia had complained about sore legs when she came back, he sat up again, massaged her legs, and then lay down to sleep. On

the first day of school, the first class of the Traditional Chinese Medicine major did not have the scene of Chuxia cramming homework like she did in junior high and high school.

At this time, everyone's study effort is probably not enough, so how dare they delay homework. After all, they worked hard to get into the university, so they dare not slack off.

Of course, there are some very individual ones who want to indulge, but they are only a minority.

Even Chuxia and her roommates went out to play, and their homework was done at night just like Chuxia.

Yang Jin yawned repeatedly, rubbed his face and said, "Next time I will not spend all my vacation playing, but save one day to do homework. I am so sleepy."

Liang Wenwen and Mao Xiaolan were not in good spirits. In the whole dormitory, only Chuxia and Ye Mengchun were in the best spirits.

"What time did you finish your homework last night?" Chu Xia handed in her homework and couldn't help asking when she saw that they were really depressed.

"One o'clock." Yang Jin said.

"Two o'clock for me." Liang Wenwen raised her hand.

Mao Xiaolan wanted to cry. She finished her homework until three o'clock. Fortunately, she stayed up late during the busy farming season, otherwise she might not be able to get up in the morning.

Chu Xia gave them a thumbs up.

Ye Mengchun frowned and said, "Teacher Tang's class will start soon. You should be careful."

Ye Mengchun called her Teacher Tang, but other students called her Old Lady Tang. She was the most severe of all the teachers in Chu Xia, and no matter whether you were a boy or a girl, if you made a mistake, she would scold you in front of the whole class and make you cry. She showed no mercy.

Seeing the students crying, Old Lady Tang would not stop. She would drink some water after scolding them and said, "It's right to cry. If you use your mistakes on patients, you will cry even harder than you do now! No mistakes are allowed in matters of life."

Although she was strict, Old Lady Tang was very capable. Her lectures were not boring at all. On the contrary, they were somewhat humorous. She also explained the knowledge points in detail and comprehensively, so that everyone could fully understand them after listening.

Chuxia liked her class very much, and everyone was afraid of and loved her.

Hearing Ye Mengchun's words, Yang Jin and others who were staggering sat up immediately, and specially said to Chuxia and Ye Mengchun, "If we doze off, don't show mercy, hit us hard to wake us up! Pinch us to wake us up!"

They would rather be beaten by their roommates than scolded by Old Lady Tang. No

matter how good the class is, you can't stop yourself from dozing off.

A few minutes into Mrs. Tang's lecture, Yang Jin and the others began to nod their heads. Chuxia and Ye Mengchun didn't hesitate to pinch their arms.

They woke up instantly and continued to listen, shaking their heads.

But they were so sleepy that they were about to roll their eyes, and it didn't work even though Chuxia and Ye Mengchun's hands were sore from pinching.

Not surprisingly, Mrs. Tang noticed their movements.

When Chuxia pinched Yang Jin hard again, Mrs. Tang's stern eyes swept over.

"Luo Chuxia, answer this question."

Chuxia stood up. She had listened to the class, so she knew it naturally, so she answered the question logically, clearly and fluently.

"Okay, sit down. Yang Jin, repeat it."