Chapter 334 Chu Zihang and Mom

"Hey, senior."

At the airport, Lu Mingfei was carrying a suitcase, wearing a beige turtleneck sweater with a brown windbreaker, the hem hanging down to his calf, black high boots that fit softly on his feet, he walked cleanly, his smile was brighter than the warm winter sun, and his hair was thick The tenacious growth is full of the vitality that a young person should have.

Chu Zihang was wearing sunglasses and all black, standing there quietly, carrying a tennis bag.

He nodded and reached out to take Lu Mingfei's luggage.

Lu Mingfei brought a lot of things back to China, including a 28-inch trolley suitcase, which just stuck on the standard line, and a larger 32-inch suitcase, which is prohibited on some flights. There was also a mountaineering bag, which he carried on his back. It was bulging and looked heavy. Speaking of which, on the plane, the girl next to me looked at Lu Mingfei, who had a slender figure but could not match the strength. She was dragging her hiking bag up and down with one hand, as if she was as relaxed as inside. It was all air, and the girl stared blankly for a long time, even secretly planning to squeeze the big boy's arm, her face turned red.

It was this person who thought about how to ask for Lu Ming's phone number all the way. Would he think that I was too frivolous, but it would be a pity to miss her? Ah, ah, be more reserved, wait, is this brother an adult?

She was deep in thought, her expression sometimes shy and sometimes worried. Lu Mingfei looked at this person strangely several times. Was he feeling unwell? I didn't think much and continued reading.

The girl who peeked at Lu Mingfei again noticed "Norse Mythology". The plane was in cruise mode, with clouds and a lot of blue sky outside the window. The quiet boy was holding a book and reading seriously.

What kind of international star is this?

Until she was about to leave the station, the girl finally plucked up the courage to stop the boy, ask him to borrow his mobile phone domineeringly, then call her, and then say to him with an impeccable and gentle smile.

"Brother, don't forget to play with your sister."

It was also at this time.

"Hey, senior."

She followed the direction Lu Mingfei greeted and saw the cold boy.

looks great.

Chu Zihang took Lu Mingfei's suitcase. Lu Mingfei smiled and talked about the interesting things in the past few months, and asked him how his life was in the capital. Chu Zihang responded one by one. Although he was cold, he was very serious.

While chatting, Chu Zihang glanced back and saw a few girls looking here intentionally or unintentionally, with strange expressions, as if they were lonely, and some with relieved smiles, which made people confused.

However, there is no danger.

After closing the trunk of the Maybach and closing the door, Lu Mingfei fastened his seat belt. Chu Zihang said "start" to the console and the Maybach ignited.

Lu Mingfei took a strange look. Norma was a creation that transcended the times. Putting it aside, the operating system of this Maybach can be regarded as high-tech.

The delicate scenery kept receding, and they gradually drove towards the densely populated city center.

This time, Mingfei stayed at Chu Zihang's house on his way back to China. His uncle's house was not bad, but it always felt like it would be very troublesome. His aunt was a person with strong self-esteem. If he went back now, it would probably only make things more difficult for his uncle. After all, what is real Life is rarely black and white, it's more of a mess. Auntie can't compare to Lu Mingfei's mother, and her son can't compare to Lu Mingfei. Ordinary people don't think about working hard to make progress. Changing fate is more about complaining and endless nagging.

Lu Mingfei had seen the photos of his parents when they were young in Ange. The handsome man and the gentle woman were both a couple of gods. If it had been before, before going to Kyushu, Lu Mingfei had seen This photo will probably make you very emotional, maybe it will make you shed tears.

Nowadays, he would indeed feel emotional, but Lu Mingfei suddenly thought, what was his uncle like when he was young?

Dad and uncle are biological brothers, right? They looked very similar when they were young. Was my uncle so handsome back then? Over the years, he has become an old man with a beer belly.

He remembered that it must have been half a year ago when his uncle was buying high imitation watches on Ziyang Street and met him setting up a stall. By the way, Han Ye was there at the time, so he invited Lu Mingfei and Han Ye to have a meal, and they were so drunk. In disgrace, he left a sum of cash for Lu Mingfei before leaving.

In the blink of an eye, half a year passed.

Chu Zihang lives in the villa area and does not need to register. The doorman recognizes this Maybach.

"That's it, Xia Mi didn't come."

"She has a brother to take care of, and she can't afford to leave."

"I understand, I understand, we are relatives after all."

Chu Zihang vaguely described Xia Mi's brother to Lu Mingfei. He always had the mentality of a seven or eight-year-old adult. Even the most euphemistic words such as mental retardation are particularly harsh. Sometimes the reality is like this, cold and cold. , many people are born with defects, which means great cruelty to themselves and their families.

"Senior."

Lu Mingfei said.

"It seems that the one named Xia Mi is a very nice girl."

"Um."

The Maybach parked in the garage and they walked into the garden. Su Xiaoyan was watering the flowers. At that time, the young Su Xiaoyan was the most beautiful girl in the dance troupe and had countless suitors. They gave gifts in different ways, including roses. There was no need for money, and there was even a son from a wealthy family who made a special trip to learn the violin for her, just so that he could accompany Su Xiaoyan.

Therefore, when Su Xiaoyan decided to abandon everything and be with the man whose name was Tianjiao, and could not find anyone related to Tianjiao, I don't know how many people were surprised.

Sometimes Su Xiaoyan herself wonders, what happened to him back then? He was so devoted to that guy, he had no money and no power. He was good-looking, but was he so desperate just because of his face?

no.

Thinking about it, Su Xiaoyan still remembers the sunshine and the wind of that year. That man had endless topics to talk about. He could fold a random piece of paper into non-repetitive patterns. The bicycle jingled and jingled.

There are a lot of men who give roses, perfume and bags.

But the only man who led her over the wall, stayed up all night, danced in the heavy rain, and went into the fields to catch frogs was Chu Tianjiao.

Even if you get divorced later, even if you remarry later.

Su Xiaoyan should still have that man in her heart.

"This must be Mr. Lu."

Su Xiaoyan smiled and said hello.

"Hello, aunt."

"I'm tired from the journey. Come on, go inside first. Auntie will tidy up the room for you and see if it suits you."

She handed the water pipe to the nanny and enthusiastically led the way.

The guest room for Lu Mingfei is opposite Chu Zihang. It has white sheets, blue curtains, plenty of sunlight, and is very clean.

Lu Mingfei followed Su Xiaoyan to get familiar with the room. Chu Zihang was at the door. Surprisingly, his junior and teacher was also very good at talking, which made his mother laugh non-stop. Chu Zihang's eyes scanned all corners of the room. , he still remembers her happy look when he told his mother the day before yesterday that a classmate was coming to stay at home.

"It must be well entertained."

"Zihang finally brought his friends home."

As he muttered like this, his mother was talking about tidying up a decent guest room. At that time, Chu Zihang hesitated to speak. He knew his mother very well. This is how a woman with good fortune is like. How could she even trick her? I don’t even know how to cover the quilt. If there is no nanny, the house will be a mess.

Chu Zihang thought that this time it would be his mother's three minutes of enthusiasm, and it would be fine if the interest was over. But he didn't expect that Su Xiaoyan was very serious. Not only did she watch videos online, but she also asked her own nanny for advice, and gave it to her little sisters at night. What we talked about on the phone was not cosmetics and bars, but tips and tricks for decorating the room.

Mom really wants to do this well.

Chu Zihang thought.

Probably in her eyes, her son, who had always been a loner and withdrawn, finally invited his classmates to play at home one day. Su Xiaoyan must be very happy herself.

"Auntie, you look so young. I thought you were the senior's sister."

"No way, I'm too old."

Although she said so, looking at Su Xiaoyan's face, she was obviously very happy.

"Right, this."

Lu Mingfei took out a box of cosmetics from the suitcase.

"A friend of mine brought it from Paris. I heard it suits you very well, Auntie."

"That's so embarrassing, it's too expensive!"

Su Xiaoyan was really surprised. She usually studied cosmetics with her little sisters. She recognized that the one Lu Mingfei took out was very precious and limited edition, but she couldn't buy it if she had money.

Moreover, cosmetics are very picky. If you don't use them properly, you may become allergic. This one is very suitable for Su Xiaoyan's skin. It seems that Lu Mingfei has done his homework in advance.

Su Xiaoyan didn't think too much. She was not a person who was good at thinking. She didn't need to use her brain for many things. Someone had already helped her think carefully. For example, this cosmetic. Chu Zihang accurately remembered Su Xiaoyan's skin characteristics. , which cosmetics are suitable for you and which ingredients you are allergic to, all in your mind.

Chu Zihang cooked dinner. Su Xiaoyan wanted to do it, but she was not good at cooking. Some people are like this. They are naturally at odds with the kitchen. Su Xiaoyan obviously signed up for so many home economics courses, but she just couldn't make a decent meal. The home-cooked food he served was not as good as Chu Zihang's. He learned his cooking skills from recipes and tasted better than the ones in the hotel.

Chu Zihang wore an apron, cutting meat, washing vegetables, and taking care of three pots at the same time, one soup, one fish, and one pot of bones. He took a spoonful of the soup and tasted it. His pursed lips and the muscle lines of his forearms were so beautiful.

Spongebob was playing in the living room, and the volume was very loud. Su Xiaoyan peeked into the kitchen like a thief and asked quietly.

"Um, classmate Lu, my son, Zihang, is there any girl who is better at playing?"

You can see the vague excitement from Su Xiaoyan's face.

Lu Mingfei suddenly understood.

He had always been curious before, why the paralyzed Senior Chu was so gossipy. It turned out to be hereditary. Look at the current aunt, with her excited and gossipy look on her face, it was almost carved from the same mold.

When Chu Zihang washed his hands and sat down with his chopsticks for dinner, he found that both his mother and Lu Mingfei were looking at him with strange eyes. What, is there something on my face?

Of course, there will be nothing wrong with things. Chu Zihang has always been serious and careful in his work, so he would not notice something stuck on his face.

But what’s going on with the looks between mom and Lu Shi?

Su Xiaoyan is a willful person who still retains the willfulness of a child. There is no rule in the family that she must not talk during meals. She even takes the lead in showing off, showing off to Lu Mingfei that the ribs are delicious and the braised fish is also good. , it doesn’t matter if she’s not good at cooking, being recognized for her son’s cooking skills will make her happy for a long time.

Chu Zihang didn't pay attention at first. He knew Su Xiaoyan too well and knew that this was the kind of person his mother was. A good-luck woman, or a heartless woman, were all ways to describe her.

We were just chatting about whether something was wrong, why did Mom and Master Lu mention Xia Mi, what does our meal have to do with Xia Mi?

Chu Zihang looked expressionless and confused.

"How rude."

Su Xiaoyan complained to him angrily.

"Zihang, what are you talking about? What are you doing standing still? When will you invite that girl named Xia Mi to come over and have a meal with you?"

"That's right."

Lu Mingfei agreed.

The carrots were crisp and juicy, and paired with green onions, it was a feast for the eyes. Chu Zihang picked up a pair of chopsticks, put it into his mouth, and chewed slowly.

He looked at his mother and the road master.

Not a word was spoken.

Probably because of Lu Mingfei's presence, Su Xiaoyan maintained the appearance of a good mother. It was very rare that she didn't go out. She watched TV obediently at home, talked on the phone with her little sisters very gently, and curled up wrapped in a silver blanket. On the sofa, it looks like a lazy cat.

Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei were playing games in the living room. The two older boys sat together and played with the game controllers. Su Xiaoyan glanced at her from time to time, her eyes full of relief. Her Zihang finally had a boy that he deserved. Looks like it.

Unlike other parents who get angry when they see their children playing games, Su Xiaoyan has always hoped that Chu Zihang would take the initiative to play games, but this child is too well-behaved and too sensible. It’s not that being sensible is bad, but being sensible Children are also distressing.

Finally, her Zihang also had friends, and would invite friends to play at home, play video games with friends, and do what boys of this age should do.

Su Xiaoyan thought of the photo that Lu Mingfei secretly showed her. That girl's name was Xia Mi.

As expected of my son, he has really good taste.

Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang have two completely different styles of playing games. One is yelling and the other is as quiet as an old monk. Not only are they moving, but their sitting postures are also different. Lu Mingfei is very casual and does whatever makes him feel comfortable. Chu As for Zihang, he seemed to be participating in a Japanese tea ceremony. He was sitting upright, his face was calm, his arms were hanging naturally, and he was holding the handle tightly. He couldn't move any other part of his body. He only had his fingers, pressing the keys quickly and accurately, and said Get up, if you replace this handle with a wooden fish, you can say that Chu Zihang is an old monk who has entered meditation and many people will believe him.

"yes!"

Lu Mingfei raised his hands high and looked at Chu Zihang.

The two looked at each other.

"Come,"

Lu Mingfei reminded him.

"High five, senior."

Chu Zihang raised his hands and lay down on the ground.

Lu Mingfei scratched his head.

It's okay to celebrate, and it's okay to give high fives, but I still feel that something seems weird.

"Pause."

Chu Zihang went into the kitchen, warmed the milk in a small milk pot, took out the glass soaked in hot water, and poured the milk into it.

"Mom, have a glass of milk."

He said to Su Xiaoyan who was wrapped into a ball.

Under the light was the boy's soft side face. Su Xiaoyan squinted and smiled.

"Zihang, son."

"Mother."

Chu Zihang said.

"Drink a glass of milk and go to bed."