Reborn 1980: Cannon fodder mother changes her life against fate

Regarding how to hold the birthday party, she simply left the decision to her son.Song Zhiyu held the remote control in his hand and changed channels boredly. When he heard his mother's question, he pondered for a while.

He replied: "Just invite a few of my good friends to go out for dinner, nothing else is needed. Let's have a good meal as a family tonight to celebrate for me."

"So simple?"

Song Zhiyu curled his lips and said, "Well, the simpler, the better."

As a child, he loves lively things the most, especially birthday parties. He wants everyone he knows to come and celebrate his birthday.The bigger the scene, the more gifts you receive.

Now that he has grown up and his family is wealthy, he no longer has that kind of vanity desire.There are a lot of toys, but he doesn’t seem to want any particular gift, and he doesn’t want to socialize with elders who are half-baked.

Lu Chuyao was in a trance again, blinked his eyes lightly and said, "Okay, I will listen to you."

"Mom, are you feeling unwell lately? You're always distracted." He stretched out his long arm and reached towards his mother's forehead. He didn't have a fever either.

Seriously, "If you feel uncomfortable, you must go to the hospital for a check-up. Don't be careless."

He has a friend from the next class who often asks him to play ball. At the beginning of this year, this friend's mother was diagnosed with cancer. Since then, he has witnessed his friend's transformation from an innocent and playful person to a good boy who goes home early every day.

Occasionally before going to bed, he would think about what he would do if this happened to their house...

But as soon as the thought arises, he quickly kills it.He told himself, no, his mother was different from other mothers. She took the whole family for a physical check-up every year and paid great attention to physical health.

So no.

Lu Chuyao was moved when he saw his son's caring expression, "I don't feel uncomfortable at all. I just lamented that my son seems to have grown up in a blink of an eye."

Being suddenly praised by his mother, Song Zhiyu was still a little shy as he was precocious. He turned his head awkwardly, as if he was restless, stood up and walked to the study, quickly explaining, "I'm going to read a book."

Flutter—

"This is the son I am familiar with," she said without hesitation.

Yellow leaves fell all over the ground, welcoming Song Zhiyu's tenth birthday in the refreshing and dry weather.

Song Mingze couldn't get out of bed, so he gave his son a birthday gift one night in advance, which was ten bullet casings packed in a good wooden box.

After receiving the gift, Song Zhiyu felt as if he had found a treasure and said with a smile that this should be the best birthday gift he has ever received.

The mother is not convinced, she has not yet taken out the gift she prepared!

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In the luxurious box on the second floor of the largest hotel on Dongyang Street, six or seven young boys and two girls were sitting around a round table.

Song Zhiyu took the 200 yuan given by his father and ordered dishes boldly. Seafood, abalone, precious mushrooms, and various meat and vegetables were all spread out on the table.

There is also a two-layer cream cake in the middle. This was ordered by Lu Chuyao for his son a day in advance. It was made and delivered early in the morning.

Jiajia walked up to Song Zhiyu holding a beautiful gift box with a sweet smile, "Xiaoyu, I wish you a happy birthday. This is the gift I carefully prepared for you. You can open it now and take a look."

The young boys started to make noises, and Song Zhiyu coughed, and the sound was instantly silenced.

He took the gift calmly, "Thank you, Jiajia," but did not open it in a hurry. He smiled politely and said, "I'll look at it when I get home later. If I open it now, I won't be able to take it back later."

If there is one, then there are two. Other students gave birthday gifts one after another, most of which were prepared by themselves. Some were homemade slingshots, and some were a set of exquisite limited edition cards.

There are also gifts of badminton rackets and expensive sneakers...

These children all come from very good families. Their parents either have two careers, or come from a scholarly family, or are engaged in business. They have no worries about food and clothing, so the gifts they bought are very affordable.

After a lively lunch, a bunch of people went to the newly opened stadium to play basketball and badminton, and then went home after sweating profusely.

"Jiajia, Xinyue, I'll take a taxi to take you home first." Song Zhiyu opened a pack of tissues and wiped the sweat off his face randomly, feeling his throat rising from the heat.

The two girls lived a little far away. As a young gentleman who had been educated by his mother since childhood, Song Zhiyu naturally believed that he should protect the girls and send them home first.

As for the boys, he told them, "You should go home directly and don't linger on the road."

The young boys licked their short hair, waved their hands indifferently, and muttered, "I know, I know, send them off quickly, we're leaving."

After seeing people off, I took a taxi back to my home community.Before stepping into the iron gate, an uncle selling flowers from a cart was shouting, fresh flowers cost five cents a handful.

Song Zhiyu stopped, turned on his toes and walked towards the man pushing the cart.

A few minutes later, he returned home with a large bouquet of orange and pink roses. Lu Chuyao was indeed very happy to see him.

Growing up, Song Zhiyu understood that his mother was different from other housewives. He couldn't explain the specific differences.

Anyway, he only knows that his mother likes "women who please her with their appearance." No matter what she does, even if she goes downstairs to take out the garbage, she will clean herself up, look decent, and have aura and aura wherever she goes.

She also does housework, but not every day.She will ask her father to join him and divide the work.

She likes all kinds of detailed rituals, such as flowers, romantic candlelight dinners, and occasional small gifts brought back from outside, such as bookmarks, etc.

"Hey, there are no extra vases at home." Lu Chuyao was depressed and had to take out the withered gardenias on the dining table to replace them.

The translucent narrow-mouthed vase is inserted with fresh and delicate yellow and pink roses, which instantly softens the cold light around it.

"Baby, don't leave yet, mommy has something for you."

Song Zhiyu's lips twitched and he turned around helplessly, "Mom~".

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, I forgot." You can't call your son baby, well, you have to keep it in mind.

The tenth birthday gift Lu Chuyao prepared for his son was a Casio digital camera, which was very expensive. It can be said that he spent a huge amount of money to please his son.

When the gift boxes were opened layer by layer to reveal the camera mirror, Song Zhiyu screamed and jumped on the spot, completely devoid of the reserve and poise he had just now.

The old lady was frightened by his screams and murmured to herself, "I'm afraid this kid is crazy."

Then he came over and watched, "What kind of gift did your mother give you?"

"Grandma, it's a camera. Mom gave me a camera!" He carefully took out the host computer and kissed it like a baby.

"Thank you mom, I like it very much." After accepting his son's hug, Lu Chuyao smiled calmly, "You have to make good use of it and record more. When you become an adult, you can cut all the videos into a compilation and burn them into a CD for your collection. It’s very meaningful.”