The students' questions are endless, and no one is uninterested in gossip. Just as a student was about to ask another question, the lights in the teaching building suddenly came on.
Old Wang ran all the way back to the classroom, a mixture of excitement and anger in his voice. "Damn it! I don't know who pulled the power switch, but now everyone can continue studying!"
Ye Zhou looked at An Youhe on the chair next to him, and the two smiled at each other.
The night was cool and breezy, and An Youhe was pregnant, so the two took a taxi to her parents' house to stay overnight.
Zhou Ping warmly welcomed An Youhe in, then closed the door.
Ye Zhou stood outside in the wind, dumbfounded. "Mom, your son is still outside!"
After finally getting inside, Zhou Ping and An Youhe were already having a long talk on the sofa, and Ye Fan had placed several plates of fruit on the coffee table.
Zhou Ping held An Youhe's hand and looked at Ye Zhou reproachfully: "Why did you come back so late? It's so chilly at night. What if Xiao An catches a cold? You didn't even pick a better time to come home!"
Just as An Youhe was about to explain, Ye Zhou said, "Yes, yes, I'll definitely pay attention next time. You should take better care of your precious daughter-in-law."
Zhou Ping asked a few more questions, such as whether they had eaten.
Ye Zhou opened his room and was dumbfounded again. The decorations inside were all pink and cute. He even wondered if he had come to the wrong place. Where was his Syrian-style room?
"Mom, my room, what's going on here?"
Zhou Ping smiled and took An Youhe's hand as they walked over: "What's wrong? What's wrong? You're married now, you're not alone anymore. We've even changed your bed to a big one. I knew you and your husband would come back to stay, so I had your dad decorate it. The style is pretty good, isn't it?"
Ye Zhou looked at Ye Fan outside the door with a questioning gaze.
"Dad, when did you start knowing about home renovation?"
Ye Fan raised an eyebrow confidently, "I studied interior design for two months before."
Zhou Ping: "That's right. He studied for two months, and then quit before he'd even worked for half a year. He's always doing things on a whim."
Ye Zhou glanced around at the interior decoration, his lips twitching several times. He figured his father hadn't inherited any of his grandfather's wisdom.
An You said obediently, "I like it very much, thank you Dad."
Ye Fan's confidence soared instantly. "If Xiao An likes it, that's good. This kid is still picking and choosing. He'll have no share in this family in the future."
Ye Zhou smiled helplessly, "Okay, as long as my wife is satisfied."
"Then you two get some rest. Don't stay up late tonight, go to bed early. Your dad and I are going to bed too."
After Zhou Ping and Ye Fan left, Ye Zhou began to search the room. Although even the original wood color of the desk had been sprayed pink, at least nothing was missing.
Although there wasn't anything particularly important, those things carried his memories from elementary school to high school.
An Youhe sat on the edge of the bed, marveling at its softness.
"Ye Zhouzhou, this bed is so soft, it's perfect for sleeping!"
Ye Zhou closed the drawer and lay down on the bed with his wife. He was surprised to find that his father had a good eye for buying things, and this bed was really comfortable to sleep in.
The girl placed her hand on Ye Zhou's waist, pressing her entire body close to Ye Zhou's heart.
"Honey, do you still like this room the way it was before?"
"Any way is fine, this is good too, after all, now it's just the two of us, no, there's also the baby, now there are three of us."
"Honey, you're so good to me, but I don't want you to change too much because of me. You also have your own passions and things you hold dear."
Ye Zhou tapped the girl's smooth forehead with his fingertip. "What are you thinking about again? Of course I haven't changed. I'm still the same person I always was. I know you can't bear to see your husband suffer. But your husband isn't suffering."
As Ye Zhou spoke, he gently kissed the girl's forehead.
"By the way, would you like to see photos of me when I was a child?"
"think!"
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