After the previous peace talks failed, and the Yan side discovered the mole within their ranks, trust between Qi and Yan was restored, and the peace talks proceeded smoothly.
After exchanging opinions, both sides reached a new understanding.
With the peace talks seemingly on the verge of success, He Yunxiao still felt that things weren't so simple.
As expected, another one came out.
When he told the doctor about his guess, the doctor said he didn't understand but was greatly shocked and suggested that he go downstairs to see a psychiatrist.
In short, the hospital couldn't find the cause of his illness. Later, his mother brought back a special medicine from abroad, and his condition was brought under control. As long as he takes the medicine regularly, it won't recur.
"It must be because I didn't sleep well last night, I'm too tired. It's all Jiang Yu'er's fault for insisting on coming to my room to play games in the middle of the night."
Although he said that, his heart was heavy, because Zhang Yuanqing knew that the effects of the medicine were beginning to weaken and his condition was getting worse.
“We’ll have to increase the dosage from now on.” Zhang Yuanqing put on his cotton slippers, went to the window, and swished open the curtains.
Sunlight rushed in, filling the room.
In April, Songhai City is bathed in sunshine, and the morning breeze is cool and refreshing.
"Knock knock!"
Just then, there was a knock at the door, and Grandma called out from outside:
"Yuanzi, wake up."
“I’m not getting up!” Zhang Yuanqing coldly refused; he wanted to go back to sleep.
Spring is in full bloom, and it's the weekend. Wouldn't it be a waste of life not to sleep in?
"I'll give you three minutes. If you don't get up, I'll splash you awake."
My grandmother became even more cold-blooded and ruthless.
"Okay, okay," Zhang Yuanqing immediately gave in.
He knew his hot-tempered grandmother was capable of doing such a thing.
When Zhang Yuanqing was still in elementary school, his father died in a car accident. His strong-willed mother did not remarry and took her son back to Songhai to settle down, leaving him in the care of his maternal grandparents.
She threw herself into her career, becoming a successful businesswoman praised by her relatives.
Later, her mother bought her own house, but Zhang Yuanqing didn't like the empty, large apartment and continued to live with her maternal grandparents.
Anyway, my mom leaves early and comes home late every day, goes on business trips every few days, and is devoted to her career. Even if she doesn't work overtime on weekends, she still orders takeout when it's time to eat.
The thing she said to her son most often was, "Do you have enough money? If not, tell Mom." A strong, independent mother who can provide for your every need financially sounds pretty good. Download for ad-free free reading.
But Zhang Yuanqing always smiled and told her mother: "The pocket money given by my maternal grandmother and aunt is enough."
Yes, and my aunt too.
The woman who insisted on coming to his room to play games last night was his aunt.
Zhang Yuanqing yawned, turned the bedroom doorknob, and went into the living room.
The house at my maternal grandmother's house is 150 square meters, including the common area. When we sold our old house to buy this new house, Zhang Yuanqing remembers that it cost more than 40,000 yuan per square meter.
Six or seven years have passed, and now the price of housing in this neighborhood has risen to 110,000 yuan per square meter, nearly doubling.
Fortunately, Grandpa had the foresight to move to the old house, where Zhang Yuanqing would have to sleep in the living room. After all, he's grown up now and can't sleep with his aunt anymore.
On the long dining table next to the living room, the culprit that was giving him a headache was gulping down its porridge, its pink slippers sticking out under the table.
She has delicate and beautiful features, and her round oval face looks quite sweet. She has a beauty mark under her right eye.
Because she had just woken up, her loose, messy waves of hair cascaded down her back, giving her a touch of languid charm.
His aunt's name is Jiang Yu'er, and she is four years older than him.
Seeing Zhang Yuanqing come out, the aunt licked the porridge from her lips, surprised.
He exclaimed in surprise:
"Wow, up so early? That's not like you."
"Your mother did a good job."
"Why are you swearing at me?"
"I'm just telling the truth."
Zhang Yuanqing scrutinized his aunt's beautiful face, which was full of energy and radiant with charm.
It's said that the night won't let those who stay up late down; it will give you dark circles under your eyes. But this rule doesn't seem to apply to the woman in front of me.
Grandma heard the noise in the kitchen, peeked out, and a moment later came out with a bowl of porridge.
My grandmother's black hair was streaked with silver, and her eyes were sharp; she looked like the kind of old lady with a bad temper.
Although her sagging skin and shallow wrinkles have taken away her youthful beauty, one can still vaguely see that she had a pretty face when she was young.
Zhang Yuanqing took the porridge from his grandmother, gulped it down, and said:
Where is Grandpa?
"She went out for a walk," Grandma said.
My maternal grandfather is a retired criminal police officer. Even though he is old, he still lives a very regular life. He goes to bed at ten o'clock every night and wakes up at six o'clock in the morning.
The pretty auntie sipped her porridge and said with a smile:
"After breakfast, Auntie will take you shopping for clothes."
"You're so kind?" Zhang Yuanqing was about to agree when his grandmother glared at him menacingly.
"If you dare go, I'll break your legs."
"Mom, why are you like this?" the aunt said with a shrewish grin. "I just wanted to buy Yuanzi a few spring outfits, and you're already upset? Even though my nephew/niece is an outsider, he's still family!"
Grandma, with her overwhelming force, retorted, "You want your dog legs broken too?"
My aunt pursed her lips and lowered her head to drink her porridge.
Upon hearing the mother and daughter's argument, Zhang Yuanqing knew that his grandmother had arranged another blind date for his aunt, while his quirky aunt wanted to drag him into the mess.
This is how it's always been done: taking my nephew to blind dates, sitting for a few minutes, and my socially adept nephew would win over the date. The two men would chat happily, from major social issues to the world situation, and she wouldn't have a say in the whole thing.
She can simply drink her beverage and play on her phone, and her blind date will feel happy and good about himself because he thinks he has demonstrated enough social experience and knowledge in front of her.
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