There was a loud thunder in the sky.
Old Master Huo was struck to the ground, burnt on the outside and tender on the inside. The reading glasses on his nose could not escape the residual force of the thunder and suddenly fell down and hung under his chin.
A dozen beats slower, a few minutes later.
Mr. Huo still had a look of shock on his face, and he uttered two question words hesitantly and uncertainly: "... What? What?"
What did your spouse just say
If the words could make him hear thunderclaps, then the weight of those words must be very important. On the contrary, they are extremely important, so important that they can rival the power of thunderclaps.
Madam Huo glanced at Mr. Huo, who looked as if struck by lightning, and elegantly picked up the still warm ginseng soup in front of her. After taking a sip, she said slowly, "I think you know better than me what kind of person your youngest son is."
"From childhood to adulthood, he has never lacked food and clothing, money and everything has gone smoothly for him. He has been treated like a celebrity. He has been given whatever he wants. It can be said that there is nothing he wants that he cannot get. Except... you say he likes her, but his actions don't seem like he likes her at all."
She had kept the last sentence of these words deep in her heart and had never told Grandpa Huo about it. The youngest son was hers, and as she watched him grow up day by day, she naturally noticed his emotional problems.
If she were to say, the feelings that her silly son had for the girl from the Song family were more like a brother's love and concern for his sister, and it was far from the kind of love that could be described as love.
She had mentioned this to her younger son indirectly, but the result was that she said hers and he said his, the two had nothing to do with each other, and the conversation between them was completely on different channels.
My youngest son always picks up and chooses what he likes to hear. His ears will automatically and intelligently filter out what he doesn't like, making communication extremely difficult.
What could she do? Her son had been raised crooked and couldn’t be straightened out, so she burned incense and prayed to all kinds of gods and goddesses.
She doesn't ask for anything else, she just hopes that someone will take care of her youngest son in the future, so that she and Old Huo can rest in peace after they die.
I waited day and night for twenty years, and thought that there would never be such a person. However, in my youngest son's first year in college, he met a young classmate.
Faintly, Mrs. Huo felt—
The person she was waiting for appeared.
Seeing the child today, she found that he was a good child, good-looking, good-natured, good-tempered, and from a good family... He was good in every way, so good that she felt that her own silly son was not worthy of him.
After all, apart from their family background and some money, the Huo family is no different from ordinary people.
Just now, although they only chatted for a few short sentences, she noticed that her silly son's eyes would glance at his little classmate from time to time.
It was so abnormal that it was hard not to notice it. Only her old Huo was thick-skinned and only cared about talking to his youngest son and had no time to think about anything else.
I hope! After four years of living together day and night in college, her silly son can come to his senses and stop worrying her.
Here, Mr. Huo finally put on his reading glasses again and followed his wife's words and said, "Maybe he hasn't gotten the hang of it yet! He hasn't met the person he really likes yet."
"It seems that he has not yet come to his senses," Mrs. Huo shook her head slightly, and then nodded, "But the person he likes should have appeared."
Mr. Huo was stunned at first, but then he became overjoyed and asked, "Does our son have a crush on someone? Who is it? Which girl has such good taste? Not bad, not bad."
"Who talked about the girl? I was talking about Xiao Jiang."
"???"
The residual force of the thunder that had just subsided exploded in my ears again.
Mr. Huo felt thunder roaring above his head again, making his eardrums buzz and hum. He stuttered severely, "You you you you—"
He said "you" for a long time, but the word "you" didn't come out again. It can be seen how confused Mr. Huo's mind is at this time. He can't think normally.
Take a deep breath, breathe in. Take a deep breath, breathe in.
After nearly two minutes of pause, Mr. Huo said in disbelief: "Wen Xian, what you meant just now was... that our youngest son, he, he likes Xiao Jiang?"
“… That’s impossible…”
The previous sentence was uttered in a low voice, and in the blink of an eye, Mr. Huo denied it himself.
"Old Huo, if I were you, I would be facing east at this moment, kneeling down and thanking the heavens and the earth, grateful that there is such a person... who can tolerate your son's bad temper."
Mrs. Huo's words were sharp, which showed that she had been tortured by her youngest son over the years.
She was just partial to her little son who grew up crooked, and she had to acknowledge him even if she had to kneel down and shed tears.
They can't just kick it away and send it to someone else's house. Even if they do, it will probably be packaged up again and sent back to them intact after being passed on to another person.
That would be just a joke.
Mrs. Huo's decisive blow of the hammer gave Mr. Huo a complete "thump".
Chiseled awake.
“… It seems… that’s also true…”
Mr. Huo kept muttering to himself, repeating this sentence.
After reciting for a while, he seemed to have suddenly turned a corner, clapped his hands and said, "Anyway, our Huo family has no throne to inherit, and we don't need a young son to carry on the family line. So there is no need to be particular about the gender of the daughter-in-law. A boy will be fine too!"
As long as he can live with his youngest son, under the same roof, without quarrels or fights... the same goes for the son-in-law and the husband.
The Huo family has many descendants. He has a lot of grandchildren, great-grandchildren and great-granddaughters. As the number of grandchildren increases, Mr. Huo doesn't care too much about his descendants. It can even be said that he is very open-minded.
One more doesn’t make much, one less doesn’t make much less. In comparison, the future daughter-in-law is much more important than the grandchildren who don’t even exist yet.
"Xiao Jiang is great! As soon as I saw the kid, I knew he was a reliable person who could make a living. One is active while the other is quiet. He is a perfect match for Jin Yu. They are a match made in heaven and earth."
The more Mr. Huo spoke, the more excited he became. His face was flushed and he was so happy... He almost wanted to go to his future in-laws' house to propose marriage right away.
"I'm just saying, aren't you happy too early? Xiao Jiang is a good kid, but there's a beautiful girl who doesn't like him, but likes your good son with a terrible temper."
Suddenly, Mrs. Huo poured a basin of extremely cold water all over her head.
Mr. Huo was dejected for a second, and muttered, "It's all for nothing."
It was obvious that he didn't have that confidence in his youngest son.
Madam Huo sighed, "Let it be. If it works, everyone will be happy. If it doesn't work... we won't force it."
She didn't want her little son, who was such a well-behaved and sensible child, to get into trouble.
As if sighing was contagious, Mr. Huo also sighed—
So sad.
After so much difficulty finding a daughter-in-law, my happiness only lasted a second before I was beaten back to earth by the cruel and cold reality.
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A long corridor with bright light.
Although the two figures walking side by side are one tall and one short, the frequency of their steps is basically synchronized, and they are in perfect harmony.
Huo Jinyu suddenly tilted her head, and while Jiang Qingzhou wasn't paying attention, she poked her dimple with her finger: "Why have you been silent tonight? You weren't scared by my dad, were you? He's old and talks a lot."
Jiang Qingzhou calmly took away Huo Jinyu's fingers, seemingly hesitant but actually stabbing a knife, and said softly: "... It seems that you talk a lot, too."
Ever since he stepped into Madam Huo's ward, Huo Jinyu's mouth has never been idle, and he has been chattering all the time.
After hearing this, he wanted to go up and cover Huo Jinyu's mouth several times, and told her not to talk so much, as it would disturb Old Madam Huo.
The patient needs quiet, but this father and son, their mouths are like machine guns, firing non-stop.
"Can you speak?" Huo Jinyu stretched out her hand and put it around Jiang Qingzhou's shoulder from behind, emphasizing her pronunciation. "I'll give you one more chance to speak again. Speak when you've thought it through."
"!" Jiang Qingzhou smiled, "The classmate Huo Jinyu I know... is positive, sunny, cheerful, kind, enthusiastic, loving, sincere, confident, and helpful... There are too many to list."
With every compliment Jiang Qingzhou gave, the corners of Huo Jinyu's mouth would unconsciously lift a little bit, until in the end, the corners of his lips were stretched wide open, revealing a row of shiny white teeth.
"Anyway, I'm not at all like what my uncle said, a rebellious person." Even if I am, I can't admit it or say it.
Jiang Qingzhou muttered to himself that the young master needed to be stroked and coaxed with soft words, and he was very experienced in this regard.
Fortunately, Mr. Huo was still in the ward sighing and groaning, so he didn't come out to take a look and didn't hear what Jiang Qingzhou said.
If he heard it, he would probably look at Jiang Qingzhou's eyes first, wondering if there was something wrong with Jiang Qingzhou's eyes, causing him to see the "negative" things as the "positive" things.
Then he would look at Jiang Qingzhou's head, wondering if someone had poured a large amount of love potion into him, making the child stupid.
Otherwise, how could he list so many advantages of Huo Jinyu? The description was too exaggerated, and even he, as her father, was embarrassed to listen any further.
How thick a filter must he have on to be able to say those positive, glorious and righteous adjectives without batting an eyelid, and to be sure that the person he was describing was his own son and not some impostor
"That's more like it."
The young master was satisfied this time. He sent Jiang Qingzhou back to the ward. When he turned around and was about to leave, he asked casually, "Are you going back tonight?"
"Tomorrow is Sunday." Jiang Qingzhou said, "This is the first time that my uncle and his family come to Kyoto. I'm worried if I'm not around to watch over them."
Huo Jinyu's slightly upturned peach blossom eyes suddenly lit up. He touched his chin and suddenly said, "Come to my room at night. I live in V2."
These words sound a bit ambiguous at first, as if they are some kind of hint.
But Jiang Qingzhou knew that Huo Jinyu was not a casual person, so this sentence must have another meaning.
"... Hmm?" Jiang Qingzhou's eyes widened little by little, and when he looked at Huo Jinyu, his eyes were blank and slightly questioning, matching his delicate and pretty face.
It will produce a wonderful chemical reaction.
Cute. I want to pinch it.
Huo Jinyu suppressed his restless hand. Now was not the time to pinch it. He could wait until night when the door was closed. The little white rabbit would have no power to resist and he could just let him pinch it however he wanted.
"You haven't forgotten what you promised me, have you?" Huo Jinyu asked back with a slightly deep voice.
Jiang Qingzhou: "...?"
As soon as Huo Jinyu saw Jiang Qingzhou's even more confused expression, he knew that he must have forgotten. What a bad memory.
He snorted unhappily: "Stupid rabbit."
Hearing those three words from Huo Jinyu's mouth was like a signal, igniting part of Jiang Qingzhou's memory. He exclaimed "Ah" and remembered.
He looked around hesitantly, and said with a troubled expression: "This is a hospital... It's not good, right? We agreed that we can only stay at home."
Huo Jinyu smiled at Jiang Qingzhou and said, "This is my home, that's right."
Jiang Qingzhou: “…” It seems that, in some ways, it really does count.
You have to wear it whether you wear it morning or night, you can't escape it.
"I'll go find you after uncle goes to bed."
After hearing this, Huo Jinyu put his hands in his pockets and left.
When Jiang Qingzhou entered the ward, two nurses were applying a black ointment on Uncle Jiang's legs. When Aunt Jiang saw him coming back, she was the first to say, "Zhou Zhou is back... Where's Xiao Huo?"
"He went back to his room."
Aunt Jiang said "oh" and didn't ask any more questions. She waited until the two guards applied the ointment to Uncle Jiang and they were the only ones left in the ward.
Then he spoke again: "Zhou Zhou, I just discussed with your uncle and sister Yue Hong. Do you think we should go visit Xiao Huo's mother tomorrow? Our family has owed Xiao Huo a huge favor this time, and it is reasonable for us to go visit her."
Jiang Qingzhou also felt that what Aunt Jiang said was very right. Apart from anything else, only Uncle Jiang could enter the Huo family's private hospital through the back door and live in the high-end VIP ward. It was reasonable and logical for their family to pay a formal visit and thank him in person.
"I'll go ask Huo Jinyu later." Jiang Qingzhou was not in a hurry to make a decision, but planned to ask Huo Jinyu when he went to see him in the evening.
If Huo Jinyu agrees, they will visit tomorrow. If she disagrees... I don't think she will agree.
Aunt Jiang nodded quickly and said, "Ask! We must ask Xiao Huo's opinion first."
Uncle Jiang, who was lying on the sickbed, also asked, "Zhou Zhou, you just went to meet Xiao Huo's parents. What are they like? Are they easy to get along with?"
Jiang Qingzhou hummed: "Huo Jinyu's parents are very kind and talkative, and they don't put on airs at all."
"That's good, that's good." Uncle Jiang kept muttering, thinking for a while, and said, "Seeing that Xiao Huo is so warm-hearted, I can actually guess that Xiao Huo's parents must be the same."
The clock pointed to ten o'clock in the evening, and as agreed, the "little white rabbit" went to meet the "big bad wolf".
Almost as soon as the door was knocked, there was a slight "click" sound and a hand stretched out from inside like lightning and pulled Jiang Qingzhou, who was standing outside the door, in.
With a "bang", the door was closed again.
Due to inertia, Jiang Qingzhou was caught off guard and staggered, letting out a short "ah"—
It came out of my mouth.
Jiang Qingzhou only felt a darkness in front of his eyes, his glasses flew off, and his forehead hit a wall, with his nose directly facing the wall of human flesh.
Familiar feeling, familiar formula, my nose is about to be knocked crooked.
Huo Jinyu: “…” The force was a bit too strong.
"You should eat more next time. If you are too light, you will float."
Jiang Qingzhou listened to Huo Jinyu's quibbling without blinking, and even turned the tables by saying that he was too light and would float. The whole...
I am speechless.
Perhaps because she felt guilty, Huo Jinyu then handled Jiang Qingzhou very carefully and gently, as if she were treating a delicate and fragile item in a glass display case, and placed it on the sofa.
They also considerately brought a cup of warm milk that was just the right temperature for drinking.
The after-sales service remedial work was done in a timely manner.
Jiang Qingzhou secretly complained in his heart, pressed his fingers on his nose which was still full of sourness, and said in a muffled voice: "Can't you just let me walk in normally?"
"Who told you to come so late?" The young master turned around and accused, quite confidently, "I waited and waited for you but you didn't come. If I hadn't sent you a text message, you would have decided not to come."
"I was having dinner with my uncle and his family, and I saw your text message. Didn't I reply to you and say I'd come over later..." Jiang Qingzhou wiped away the moisture from the corners of his eyes and took a breath, "I won't break my promise to you."
Huo Jinyu remained silent.
The two of them were silent for more than ten seconds, and Jiang Qingzhou asked first: "Where are the clothes?"
Huo Jinyu raised his chin slightly, motioning Jiang Qingzhou to look at the coffee table behind him. Jiang Qingzhou glanced sideways, and saw a pink gift box with a bow on it. The packaging style was very girly.
After calming down the sour feeling on his nose, Jiang Qingzhou opened the gift box. It was different from the bunny costume he had imagined. Inside was a pastel-colored... ancient costume long skirt, a furry collar, furry cuffs, and a bunch of furry and shiny rabbit-related accessories.
"Did you buy the wrong thing? This is women's clothing, right?" If he was not mistaken, the ancient costume dress in his hand, which was decorated with furry little rabbit balls, should be a Cosplay bunny costume.
Huo Jinyu was extremely surprised when she saw Jiang Qingzhou shaking out the furry ancient dress. "Why is it a dress?"
Jiang Qingzhou was surprised: "You don't know?"
Huo Jinyu paused, turned around to get his cell phone, and after the call was connected, he started to scold her.
"Are your ears there for decoration?! Or did your brain get pickled in the sea?!! I asked you to buy me a bunny costume, not a flowery dress..."
As dumb as a pig, he can mess up even the simplest things.
Jiang Qingzhou quickly pulled Huo Jinyu to stop scolding him, and said in a smooth manner: "Forget it, forget it, Brother Hei didn't buy the wrong thing on purpose, just let him return it."
The man in the black suit on the other side of the phone line: “…” He wanted to say that his last name was not Hei.
Huo Jinyu hung up the phone with a blank expression.
Jiang Qingzhou folded the furry bunny costume and put it back, which made Huo Jinyu's eyes roll. He said, "I've already bought it, why not just make the best of it..."
Jiang Qingzhou knew what Huo Jinyu was planning after hearing the beginning, and rejected it outright: "No!"
Huo Jinyu was unwilling to give up and wanted to fight for it: "Anyway, there are only two of us, and no one else... It would be a waste if we don't wear it."
They're all bunny costumes anyway.
Jiang Qingzhou was unmoved: "It's a waste if I can't return it after wearing it. Don't even think about it. I won't wear it."
"To prevent such 'accidents' from happening again, I will buy my own bunny costume."
After what happened tonight, Jiang Qingzhou suddenly realized that he couldn't ask Huo Jinyu to buy the bunny costume, otherwise he didn't know what surprise he would give him next time.
In fact, according to Jiang Qingzhou's idea and plan, he wanted to buy two home-style pajamas with rabbit elements, so that it would not look too out of place and could be worn at home.
“No, I bought a lot…”
Before Huo Jinyu could finish his sentence, Jiang Qingzhou interrupted him: "Retreat."
"Do you think there is a word like 'retreat' in my dictionary?"
"No, you can keep it for yourself." Jiang Qingzhou glanced at Huo Jinyu vigilantly. He did not forget that Huo Jinyu wanted him to wear a skirt just now.
Just in case, Jiang Qingzhou said it in advance to eliminate all risks in advance: "I only wear what I buy myself. I won't wear what you buy."
"It's getting late, you should go to bed early."
After Jiang Qingzhou finished speaking, he went to look for the glasses that had just been knocked away. He found the glasses under a chair with one lens broken. They had gone through many misfortunes.
I was lucky enough not to be damaged last time in the dormitory, but I was not able to avoid it this time and was finally damaged.
I broke two pairs of glasses in half a month. Luckily, this pair of glasses is not expensive. I don’t mind if it is broken.
Huo Jinyu glanced at the glasses in Jiang Qingzhou's hand and coughed to cover up the guilty feeling that suddenly flashed through her heart: "Why don't you wear the glasses I bought for you?"
“… I’m afraid I’ll be clumsy and drop them.” The glasses were obviously overpriced. Wearing a pair of glasses like that, he would have to stay away from people when walking, worrying all the time that he might drop them.
Too tiring! It’s better to wear ordinary-priced glasses so that you won’t feel too bad if they get bumped, dropped, or broken.
"If it's broken, just get a new one."
The eldest young master is very wealthy, so he asks Jiang Qingzhou to wear it for him to see tomorrow.
Jiang Qingzhou asked curiously, "How much did you spend on that pair of glasses?" He checked online that day but couldn't find it.
Later, he used the APP that Huo Jinyu taught Yu's mother to download that day and tried to scan it. However, no matter how he scanned, all that came out was a string of codes.
"The number is very auspicious." Huo Jinyu said, and gestured a number to Jiang Qingzhou with his thumb and index finger.
Jiang Qingzhou looked at the number Huo Jinyu compared and guessed: "Eight... is it, one hundred and eighty thousand? One hundred and eighty thousand... two hundred and eighty thousand..."
Jiang Qingzhou guessed a few prices, but found that Huo Jinyu didn't give him a response, so he tried to double it: "Five hundred and eighty thousand... eight..."
Isn’t it yet
Huo Jinyu numbered eight, and that pair of glasses was obviously much more expensive than the previous one, so Jiang Qingzhou boldly guessed an "astronomical price".
"Eight hundred thousand?"
This time, the young master finally spoke.
"It's two 8s. You are such a stupid rabbit. You have to guess such a simple number over and over again, but you can't guess it right."
Jiang Qingzhou's heart was beating violently, and he stared in disbelief. When he opened his lips to speak, his voice was trembling slightly: "This... is the auspiciousness you mentioned? Ruyi? You, you..."
This prodigal son! A pair of glasses costs 880,000...
Seeing that Jiang Qingzhou was so happy and excited that he couldn't speak, Huo Jinyu raised one hand to tidy up the hair in front of his ear and spoke handsomely.
"There is a series of this pair of glasses. Your pair is the first one. When the other models are available, I will buy you a set and you can wear them alternately."
Jiang Qingzhou: "..." Buy more? A set
No wonder he couldn't find the price when scanning with his phone. It turned out to be the latest model. It was probably bought by Huo Jinyu before it was even officially put on the shelves.
Sucker!!!