Luo Xiao sat upright in the chair.
Luo Qingyan was the same.
Even if she was rebellious in the past, the habits she developed since childhood are ingrained in her bones and cannot be changed.
Yin Shuyi glanced at the food in the restaurant, then looked at Luo Qingyan's apron that she hadn't taken off yet, and her eyes immediately welled up with emotion.
"Do you waste your free time cooking?"
These words sounded confident and reasonable, at least that's what Luo Qingyan thought.
After all, she had never actually eaten a single bite of her mother's cooking.
How could a mad scientist who is detached from worldly affairs waste time on such a thing?
"Is there anything wrong with cooking? I'm just an ordinary person, and I should live an ordinary life."
"Indulging in frivolous pursuits leads to the loss of ambition and a self-inflicted decline..."
Just as Yin Shuyi was about to launch into a long lecture about her stubborn daughter, Luo Qingyan's phone fell to the ground, interrupting the pointless reprimand.
Bending down to pick up her phone, she looked at the broken screen and felt somewhat relieved. The screen, worth several thousand yuan, brought her a moment of peace, which seemed quite worthwhile.
Qin Bai taught her this trick: when you want someone to shut up, there's no need to interrupt them with words; just make a little noise, and the world will naturally become quiet.
It seems that the all-powerful Xiaobai has once again proven its worth.
Luo Qingyan said calmly, "What brings you here today?"
Getting straight to the point is the best way for this family to communicate; small talk will only make things worse.
Luo Xiao stared at her and slowly said, "Are you in a hurry?"
"No."
Are you waiting for someone?
"No?"
"You cook for that person, right?"
"No."
"Qin Bai won't be coming, so you don't need to worry too much."
"What?"
As they exchanged questions and answers, the questioner's tone grew increasingly somber, while the respondent became increasingly guilty.
Upon hearing the last sentence, Luo Qingyan suddenly stood up, her eyes filled with disbelief.
Why would they know about Qin Bai's existence?
Everyone in Kyoto knows about her, so it wouldn't be strange. Bringing Qin Bai back was precisely to let them know.
But the fact that these two people in front of me are concerned about this matter suggests that things are not so simple.
Have you ever seen a scientist who cares about how much potatoes and cabbage cost per pound today?
The key point is what does it mean when they say Qin Bai won't be coming?
Has things already reached the worst possible point?
Or perhaps Qin Bai has already been captured by them?
A few seconds later, Luo Qingyan sat back down in her chair.
No matter what the outcome is for Qin Bai, being anxious won't solve anything; it will only make things worse.
Her gaze fell on Aunt Luo, who was standing to the side, and Aunt Luo, understanding her meaning, turned and left.
"How is Qin Bai now?" she couldn't help but ask.
"That's not something you should be concerned about. Let's talk about when you're getting married."
"Get married?"
Luo Qingyan finally understood why these detached parents had suddenly come to her door; it turned out they had this in mind.
Luo Xiao said calmly, "That's right, we've already chosen a family, and the date is set for six months from now."
His tone was unquestionable, without the slightest fluctuation, as if he were not marrying his own daughter.
"I won't marry him." Luo Qingyan gritted her teeth and said each word clearly.
Qin Bai's matter has crossed her bottom line.
And now.
The bottom line has been violated in one step.
Yin Shuyi looked at her with a gloomy expression: "This matter is not up to you. Your grandfather personally arranged this marriage. We have seen it and it is very good. It is a good match. You will be very happy after the marriage."
Luo Qingyan tried her best to control her emotions.
Don't rush.
You mustn't shout.
No fuss.
These are all considered impolite behavior in front of them.
"Mom and Dad, I'm all grown up now. Can't I make my own decisions about these things?"
Luo Xiao said, "What can you achieve by making your own decisions? Look at your career now. If you had listened to us, you wouldn't have become a streamer. It's just embarrassing."
"What's wrong with my career? I make money just as much, and I'm just as famous and successful."
"Your fame and fortune are nothing but a joke in the eyes of your family, and you know that better than I do."
"Does following the life trajectory you describe guarantee happiness? Do you even know the definition of happiness?"
Luo Qingyan laughed self-deprecatingly: "Forget it, such a word doesn't even exist in your dictionary, and you wouldn't care what I think anyway."
Looking at her daughter's disappointed expression, something deep inside Yin Shuyi was suddenly touched.
Approaching 50, she has lost her former drive.
In her early years, she devoted herself entirely to scientific research, and only after each piece of data was verified could she satisfy the emptiness in her heart.
In recent years, however, her energy has gradually faded away.
Some colleagues have gradually shifted their conversations from scientific research to family matters.
Today so-and-so held their granddaughter, tomorrow so-and-so's grandson won some award.
You might not care if you hear these things once, or twice...
But after listening to it many times, she found herself starting to develop some interest.
Sitting in the lab late at night, surrounded by silence, I began to reminisce about my life.
She seems to have a daughter too, but she hasn't seen her for a very long time.
Even when we meet, we never exchange more than three words.
As people get older, they often have this common problem: reminiscing about the past.
Whether the things we did in the past were right or wrong, they will all become part of our experience.
Yin Shuyi looked up at Luo Qingyan and carefully examined her features.
This was the first time she had looked at her daughter so intently.
She is indeed very beautiful; no wonder her grandfather always wanted to find her a good husband.
She sighed: "What do you consider happiness? Or rather, what kind of happiness do you want?"
Luo Qingyan was slightly taken aback by his softened tone.
It turned out that the mother and daughter mostly spoke in commanding terms, and had never had a conversation like this before.
Although she didn't know what had gotten into her mother, she understood that this might be one of the few opportunities she would ever have to talk to her in her life.
"Mom, what I want is actually very simple."
"I want to do things I enjoy and marry someone I love."
"When I come home every day, I see a house full of warmth and life, instead of the indifference between husband and wife."
"At least, unlike you and my dad, sometimes I wonder, are you really a couple?"
Do you know what the other person likes to eat?
Do you know the other person's birthday?
Do you know what you like to wear?
Do you know what you like to do?
Do you know how to coax the other person?
Do you know... how to love someone?
“You know nothing.”
"but."
"He knows who I like."
"This is the happiness I want."
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