Reborn 1980: Cannon fodder mother changes her life against fate

After taking a shower, the curtains were drawn, and he slept in darkness.

In the Qiangwei Courtyard, Lu Chuyao put down the finished milk glass and sighed softly.

When Song Mingze heard his wife sighing and stopped drinking the porridge, he immediately became concerned, "What's wrong?"

"I miss my son. I went for a walk after dinner yesterday and met Sister Yuehong holding her two-year-old grandson. The child was chubby and very cute."

The jade-like child opened a pair of eyes like washed grapes and looked at you. Lu Chuyao's heart melted at that moment.

Song Mingze laughed softly and said, "Who said before that if you don't want to become a grandmother early, it doesn't matter if your son marries later."

"Have you changed your mind now?"

Song Zhiyu glanced at her husband, "My thoughts haven't changed, I'm just envious at that moment." He stroked the two fine lines at the corners of his eyes with his bare hands and continued to sigh, "Maybe I'm really old."

Only old people like a lot of emotions.

The nanny Xiao Xu came out of the small living room, put down the fruit plate in her hand, and said angrily: "If you say this, be careful that all the ladies in the courtyard will come to surround you."

The host couple are good-natured and are not the kind of patrons who wait to chat with others, so they dare to talk and joke with Lu Chuyao like this.

Lu Chuyao's eyes flickered, but he was not sharp, he just smiled gently.

The pale pink and red flowers blooming in the corner are surrounded by piles of green leaves, each blooming beautifully. The breeze blows, bringing with it a burst of fragrance.

The small courtyard is quiet, the couple is sipping tea, occasionally looking at each other and smiling, the years are quiet, so they say.

As the days passed in peace and happiness, Song Mingze made steady progress in his political achievements and gradually became the "chief" of Ling Ao's side. Others could not easily shake his position.

Because of its special nature, even Lu Chuyao could not travel far away at will.She had to bring a security guard with her when traveling, and she had the kind of temperament that found it troublesome, so she simply "cultivated in seclusion."

Song Mingze loved his wife. Although he couldn't spare time to spend time with her, his son could.

Just in time for summer vacation.

A call came to my son's apartment.

Song Zhiyu picked up, "Dad, what are your orders?"

Song Mingze was very satisfied with his son's knowledge and interests.

After a few words of explanation, I was ready to hang up the phone.

"Hey, wait a minute, dad, I don't have time during the summer vacation." There are a lot of things on the desk in the studio waiting for him to deal with. Besides..., his girlfriend can't be left out in the cold.

Song Mingze, who had been the leader for a long time, frowned instantly.

He, who had been accumulating power for a long time, felt very unhappy when he was suddenly rejected and pushed around.

He said calmly, "What is more important than your mother?"

Song Zhiyu made love every time.

"Hesitating like a man!" The old father said in a strong voice, and Song Zhiyu's heart trembled like a conditioned reflex.

Immediately tell everything about the studio he started and his love affair.

Song Mingze relaxed his shoulders and leaned back on the office chair. At the same time, he raised his chin and nodded, indicating to the secretary to step back first and close the door.

He tapped the edge of the table with his two fingers, and a rhythm came into the microphone.

After not seeing his father speak for a long time, Song Zhiyu couldn't hold it in any longer.

"…dad?"

"Here I am, I'm thinking... I'm glad I didn't ask you to join the army or take the path of politics. Otherwise, you would have been fooled by others with your stupid tricks in three seconds."

No scheming.

Just as the old father sighed, Song Zhiyu rolled his eyes gracefully on the other end and said with a sneer, "Dad, I'm right in front of you."

In front of his parents, he could tell everything he knew.

Outside, who wouldn't comment that Song Zhiyu of the School of Economics and Management was a proud man of heaven, a man of few appearances, mysterious and unpredictable.

Neither father nor son liked to quarrel, and Song Mingze had official business to deal with, so he only left a few words, "Go home early during the holidays. By the way, remember to bring your partner back and let your parents see it."

Song Zhiyu held the microphone and shook his head, "The old man is so cute."

It should be said or not, Song Zhiyu has not seen his mother for several months, and Song Zhiyu misses her from the bottom of his heart.

So after the school classes ended, he worked day and night, frantically typing code with his friends and partners, and finally completed the prototype within the planned date.

I went back to the apartment to pack my luggage, and then drove to pick up my girlfriend from downstairs.

In one of the best high-end communities within the Third Ring Road, outside vehicles must register their information, and the doorman will check the floor and owner's name. Only if they match can they be let in.

After parking the car, Song Zhiyu didn't want to get in, so he directly dialed the number and called, "Are you ready?"

There was a sweet female voice on the phone, "Okay, okay, I'll be fine soon."

His girlfriend's words of "I'll be fine soon" lasted no less than 10 minutes, and Song Zhiyu already understood this.

He threw his phone into the storage compartment, lowered the seat, and planned to take a nap.

After working overtime for half a month, he was exhausted both physically and mentally, and he quickly fell asleep.

It seemed that he had just fallen asleep, and the next second, he was woken up by someone.

The glass windows made a dull knocking sound.

Song Zhiyu opened his eyes alertly, turned his head, and unlocked the car door.

Shen Jiajia sat neatly in the passenger seat, then reached over and touched her boyfriend's forehead, "I was scared to death. I thought you fainted in the car."

"?"

"I knocked several times, but you didn't respond!"

Song Zhiyu pinched the bridge of his nose, adjusted his seat, and said in a hoarse tone, "I've been too tired these days."

Song Zhiyu, who is between a boy and a man, fascinates Shen Jiajia.

She is so distressed.

Possessing her body and hugging her boyfriend, "How about I drive and you have a good sleep?"

Song Zhiyu refused.

"It's okay. I'll wait until the first service area and then it's your turn to drive."

The two of them took a lot of self-driving trips in the past two years in college, often on the highway, so Song Zhiyu was very confident about Shen Jiajia's driving skills.

"OK then".

The young couple's relationship was in a sweet stage, and they had many common topics. They talked and laughed all the way, and successfully arrived at the military compound before dusk the next day.

The trumpet sounded briefly in front of the villa in Xiaohonglou.

Lu Chuyao had been waiting in the living room for a long time. With a deep smile, he asked Xiao Xu to open the door quickly, while she followed slowly.

Seeing his increasingly handsome and mature son, Lu Chuyao opened his arms and hugged him tightly.

Song Zhiyu also hugged back tightly.

"You're stupid," Lu Chuyao said suddenly, looking up at his son's face.

“Black spots are good, black spots are manly.”

Song Zhiyu grinned, showing eight neat teeth, and raised his hand to touch his cheek and asked his mother, "Mom, don't you think your son is a bit like a dragon?"

He said narcissistically, "Many people in school say I look like him."

Lu Chuyao was speechless.

Pushing his tall son aside, he saw the upright Shen Jiajia.

Shen Jiajia walked up the road, elegant and generous, with a bright smile, and took two steps forward to stand side by side with Song Zhiyu.

"Hello, aunt, I am Jiajia, do you still remember me?"

Lu Chuyao looked at her son in confusion. Her memory was not very good. She really didn't remember that she knew the little girl in front of her?