Reborn 1980: Cannon fodder mother changes her life against fate

"The layout and planning of the house are all in my head, so I wanted to find someone to help me draw out the ideas in my mind."

Designers are most afraid of customers saying four words, "It's up to you."

After all, everyone has different aesthetics. After imaging, if the customer is dissatisfied, it will have to be revised or even completely overturned.

With her uneasy heart calming down a little, Liu Ying glanced at the teacher. Under the teacher's encouraging eyes, she stretched out her right hand and said, "Ms. Lu, I will do my best to help you draw a satisfactory drawing."

"Happy cooperation!" Lu Chuyao stretched out his right hand to hold it.

It was still early, and knowing that Liu Ying had no classes in the afternoon, Lu Chuyao invited her to have lunch together and chat while eating.

The university town is built in the city, and there are many restaurants just outside.Lu Chuyao found a hotel with two floors and booked a private room.

Eating in such a high-end place is a bit of a luxury for a student who has not graduated.

On the other hand, the person hosting the guests was calm and calm, and showed an effortless elegance and sophistication unconsciously, which made Liu Ying secretly envious.

They obviously look about the same age...

"What do you want to eat? Order it yourself?" A clear and pleasant voice interrupted Liu Ying's distraction.

She shook her head and waved her hands nervously, and murmured, "I can do it, just order it."

Lu Chuyao smiled slightly, but when he saw the little girl's nervous and wrinkled face, he stopped insisting.

She quickly ordered several dishes, then waved to the waiter, "Please bring us a pot of jasmine tea."

Amidst the aroma of tea, Lu Chuyao introduced the specific location and area of ​​the new house to Liu Ying.

"This is the floor plan that was sold to me at the time of purchase. Take a look."

Liu Ying picked up the drawing and browsed it carefully. After looking at it for a while, she said softly, "The structure of three bedrooms and two living rooms is the most popular residential layout nowadays. Do you want to modify it on the original basis, or open up everything and re-plan it?"

"My thoughts are like this..."

Lu Chuyao took out a pen and paper and told Liu Ying the layout and style of the house he wanted, while using simple drawings to assist.

Half an hour later, she took a sip of cool scented tea and asked, "Can you understand?"

"I almost understand." Liu Ying put away her notebook. The brainstorming she had just done made her look a little embarrassed, and she didn't even take a few bites of the sumptuous dishes on the table.

The two walked out of the hotel. Lu Chuyao wanted to take her back to school, but Liu Ying refused.

"Within two steps, I can go back by myself and just treat it as a post-meal digestion."

Seeing her insistence, Lu Chuyao had no choice but to say, "Okay, just give me a call when you finish the first draft."

"Ok."

After parting ways with Liu Ying, Lu Chuyao pushed his bicycle and walked leisurely along the street.The result of not being in a hurry to go home was to buy a few new clothes and a pair of white and pearl leather shoes.

Around five o'clock in the afternoon, adults and children were sitting under the locust tree in front of the family yard. Everyone's eyes were focused on Lu Chuyao from far away.

The tires of the car made a tinkling sound as they ran over gravel and cement puddles.

Wu Chunlian rolled her eyes, curled her lips and said, "Prodigal bitch!"

The person next to him heard Wu Chunlian's muttering, rolled his eyes and came forward in a playful manner, thinking that he had lowered his voice and said: "We have the same people but different fates. Who told me to have a good husband? Treat her as a treasure and pay all the family money." Leave it to her."

"With the financial power in hand, no wonder we live so happily. We can buy whatever we want." The middle-aged woman who was standing diagonally behind eating melon seeds couldn't help but agree.

Wu Chunlian was even more angry. Ever since the mother-in-law at home took away all her son's allowances because of her pregnancy, causing her to gradually lose her housekeeping rights, she could no longer provide support to her younger son, who was suffering in his hometown.

Aunt Wu, who was suffering from pink eye disease, stared at Lu Chuyao's leaving back fiercely, and cursed sternly, "She loves to show off so much, one day her car will roll over and kill her."

"..."

Yuan Lijuan, who was passing by with her daughter, silently rolled her eyes and said to herself that this tiger woman never had a good word to say, and if she wanted to die, she would die first.

After taking his son back from Duoduo's house, Lu Chuyao didn't want to move anymore.

"...Mom." Song Zhiyu opened the shopping bags on the coffee table one by one. When he found that there were no snacks, he turned around and called Mom.

Lu Chuyao lazily opened his eyelids and immediately understood what his son meant. A tired voice slowly came out of his throat, "No snacks are sold today."

"I want...snacks."

"Aren't there some biscuits at home? Go and eat some biscuits."

Within two words, sleepiness swept over her brain, and she couldn't hold it in any longer, so she lay down on the sofa and closed her eyes tightly.

No one spoke in the quiet living room.

The child walked up to his mother with small steps, and unexpectedly reached out to pick out his eyelids...

The mouth murmured, "Mom, Mom."

Lu Chuyao was almost bored to death by him. He sat up without tears and said, "You are so annoying, Song Zhiyu."

Knowing that he has a temper that won't give up until he achieves his goal, only snacks can stop his mouth.

Bringing him the only two packs of biscuits in the snack cabinet, Lu Chuyao knelt down and held his son's young shoulders, saying with a very serious expression, "Mom, I want to take a rest. As for you, just sit in the living room." How about eating snacks and playing with toys?”

Looking at Song Zhiyu's dripping black and white eyes, she repeated it again, "Nod if you understand."

Song Zhiyu: Nod.

"Okay, then we can reach a consensus."

After making a three-part agreement with her son, Lu Chuyao quickly closed the kitchen door. After checking that there were no sharp or dangerous objects in the living room, she immediately went into the bedroom to get some sleep.

Purple clouds suddenly appeared on the horizon, the setting sun slowly receded, and Song Mingze stepped on the shadow of the trees to get off work.

Approaching the family building, he habitually looked up and looked for the window of his house,...huh?It's pitch black, no light can be seen.

What's going on? Did my wife take my son out again?No, I usually don’t stay overnight when I go out.

He thought about all the possibilities in his mind as he walked quickly towards the stairs and hurried upstairs.

The moment he opened the door, he was stunned.

In the living room, only the dim yellow wall lamp was turned on, and the lighting range was limited to half a meter of the sofa and coffee table.

His son was sitting on the ground with his short legs spread wide, playing a game of throwing blocks.As the name suggests, pick up the blocks and throw them away, then pick them up again...

The small back reveals a sense of loneliness that is inappropriate for his age.

Surrounded by scattered toys and biscuits, he sat in the middle of the debris, playing alone with himself.

Song Mingze looked at this scene, and overwhelming guilt instantly enveloped his heart.

He closed the door gently, carefully came to his precious son, and then knelt down to look at him levelly, "My dear, where is mom?"

Song Zhiyu turned his face sideways and pointed at the bedroom door with his little finger.

"Oh, mom is in the room, right? Are you hungry? Can daddy cook for you?" While asking, he poked his son's belly gently.

Song Zhiyu could understand the keywords of hunger and eating. He patted his stomach, pouted and answered, "eat".