Reborn 1980: Cannon fodder mother changes her life against fate

In the booth of the restaurant covered with orange tones, Yi Ling stared blankly at the man and woman in front of her. After barely digesting it, she still felt incredible: "How could you get together?"

He was really blaming his father, and he didn't know whose jealousy he was feeling.

Song Zhiyu flicked off half of the cigarette ashes, scarlet dots flashed on his fingertips, his whole face was caught in the blurry light and he chuckled, "Can't do it?"

The bastard words coming out of his mouth were obviously extremely vulgar, but they sounded extremely sexy to his ears.

The half of Xiao Ya's body she was leaning against was numb. She kept her head down and drank tea without saying a word.

The two of them are shoulder to shoulder, even if they do nothing, they can convey to outsiders the unique atmosphere of intimacy between stinking lovers.

Yi Ling saw it in her eyes and felt very unhappy in her heart. She gritted her teeth and drank up the wine in the goblet.

A friend's wife should not be bullied. All the thoughts that arise can only be strangled to death, and the sourness and alcohol are swallowed into the stomach.

On the third day of his stay in Beijing, Song Mingze came to arrest him personally.Wearing casual clothes, without accompanying guards, he showed up in a low-key manner, which almost scared his son to death.

Song Zhiyu was speechless, sitting in the living room of the hotel suite and staring expressionlessly at the parents who liked to play flash.

The hotel customer service staff gently brought breakfast in. Feeling the solemn silence in the room, they put down their things and immediately left with breathless breath.

Lu Chuyao was drawing his eyebrows in the mirror. He was in a good mood last night after being coaxed by her husband, so he hummed a song while drawing.

"Hey, don't look so sullen, it will affect your mood so early in the morning." She stood up and walked to her son, rubbing his face like she did when she was a child and coaxing softly.

Song Mingze sat on the side with his legs crossed. He was taciturn and didn't quite understand why his son was angry.

After his wife spoke, his son's face improved. Although he only relaxed the tight lip lines, this subtle change could not escape his sharp eyes.

"How's your company doing recently?" The sudden concern made Song Zhiyu straighten his back and replied calmly: "It's pretty good."

"Really? When I talked to your Uncle Zhao last month, he said that you had a project stuck at customs."

"It was a little accident, but it's been sorted out now."

Song Mingze smiled with his eyes downcast, and every fine line at the end of his eyes was silently describing the charm brought by the years.

"Okay, your Uncle Zhao cares about you very much. If you have any problems, you can go to him at any time."

This was the first time that his father relented and was willing to give him the green light.Song Zhiyu looked sideways in surprise and remained silent for a few seconds before slowly nodding his head and respectfully saying yes.

"Do you want to eat it?" Lu Chuyao picked up a thumb soup bag and brought it to her husband's lips. Song Mingze glanced at it and frowned slightly.

But he couldn't refuse, and his wife didn't give him a chance to refuse and just stuffed it into his mouth.

Lu Chuyao spread out the toilet paper with one hand and held it underneath to catch the accidentally spilled soup, while maintaining the feeding posture with the other hand.

The old husband and wife are so careless and have no regard for the feelings of their adult son.Fortunately, Song Zhiyu had already gotten used to it, so he grabbed his chopsticks and started eating noodle soup.

Lu Chuyao told Lao Song about his son's love affair with someone else.Lao Song didn't say anything. After listening, he just changed his sitting position. Just when she thought she would comment a few words, Lao Song stared at her: "Have you had enough fun in Beijing?"

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After sending his parents to the airport, Song Zhiyu endured it again and again in the lobby where passengers were walking around. When the radio broadcast the flight information announcement, he finally asked: "Are you really here just to pick up my mother?"

"Otherwise?" He spoke concisely and to the point, with a faint look in his eyes.

Lu Chuyao smiled, took her husband's arm, and said to her son, "Don't believe your dad. He mainly went out on inspection duty incognito and picked me up on the way."

This is right.No matter how much he doted on his mother, his father would never abandon his official duties during the working day and rush to Beijing to chase his wife like a young man.

Song Mingze was surrounded by a touch of strength. He was calm at all times, but he could let his wife and children tease him as much as he wanted.

It can't be said that he is not pampered.

When the radio announced for the second time, Song Mingze took out his hand and put his arm around his wife's lower back, "Okay, let's get on the plane."

He looked at his son and said in a deep voice: "You're done, remember to go home."

Song Zhiyu handed the luggage to his father and said yes respectfully.

The wings of the plane flew across the blue and windless sky, turning into a small dot in the blink of an eye.They left, and Xiao Ya breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your father is very majestic, right?" At night they leaned on the sofa and cuddled up to each other. The TV screen played a literary road movie, and soothing and sad tunes slowly poured out from the speakers.

Song Zhiyu played with her hair with one hand, and said in a lazy voice with a unique casualness at night: "A bit, unsmiling, cold-faced and soft-hearted."

His evaluation of his father surprised Xiao Ya.

She raised her neck and kissed him, then said fearfully: "It's a good thing we weren't arranged to meet, otherwise I would have been scared to death."

Song Zhiyu was amused: "What are you afraid of? He's not a ghost. Besides..." The hair wrapped around his fingers was loosened and smoothed instead, "You guys have to meet."

Xiao Ya is not stupid, and she naturally understands the subtext.But she was stupid, and when she was moved, she would just bury herself in his chest and hold him tightly.

Happy times always tend to paralyze a person, making him more and more insensitive to hidden and dormant dangers.

When the middle-aged woman with increasingly gray hair came to the door of the unit, Xiao Ya was still discussing with Fangfang whether to go out to eat at noon. A new Cantonese-style restaurant opened across the street, which looked very good.

Before the smile could spread around his face, he suddenly saw her.

Autumn in Beijing is cool and comfortable, Xiao Ya's favorite weather among the four seasons, but today it feels extremely cold.

"Xiaoya~" The woman took two steps forward cautiously, but still did not dare to approach her. Her anxious look looked quite pitiful.

As an outsider, Fangfang couldn't figure out the situation and didn't dare to speak for a while.

It wasn't until she saw Xiaoya's completely cold face that she found an excuse to escape and stay away from the place of right and wrong.

Familiar people were coming in and out of the unit door, and Xiao Ya took them away with a cold face.

"How did you come."

The woman murmured: "I haven't heard from you for several months. We were afraid that something might happen to you in Beijing."

Xiao Ya sneered, would she believe such nonsense?

Maybe he was worried that something might happen to her in Beijing, or he wanted to chase her and ask why she didn't send any money back.

Vampire parents have always only cared about themselves and their younger brother, never caring about her life or death.

"You see me now, I'm fine. There's a train in the afternoon, so go back early."

"You sent me away when I just arrived?" The woman took a breath and stopped pretending.

Xiao Ya remained unmoved and stood on the roadside with her arms folded, waiting for her to reveal her final purpose.

Maybe her eyes were too straightforward, so Mother Xiao rubbed her fingers together and said tentatively: "Your dad's old habit has come back again. His back hurts from helping others, so he has no choice but to stay at home to recuperate."

"He was anxious. If he didn't work, he would have no income. The whole family was waiting for food and drink. He got angry at night and had several blisters."

"I comforted him by saying that our daughter is still here. If I can still afford to work in a large unit in Beijing, I will definitely not let me drink from the northwest wind."