My personal school belle president

Chapter 247 Awesome, My Mom!

Qin Yang's house is an ordinary farmyard, although it is not big, it is very clean.

Gently pushing open the slightly cold door, all the familiar scenes in the yard came into view.

A marble table with missing corners, a dilapidated swing tied to a wooden frame, a melon trellis in front of the yard, and some fragmentary things engraved in memory.

Every time I step into this small courtyard, my heart will always be much calmer.

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"Old Qin, this move of yours is not kind. How can I save you when your horse is blocked in front of my cannon?"

Walking into the yard, Qin Yang heard a man's dissatisfied voice from the living room of the main house.

Qin Yang recognized that it was the voice of Uncle Li in the village. He always liked to play chess with his father, and he had a good relationship with his father. When Qin Yang was young, Uncle Li always took him to the mountains to play.

"What does it mean to be unkind? Chess is like a battlefield, and the real chapter will die. Do I still want you to fail?"

Qin Yang's father's voice also sounded.

"No, no, I want to retake the previous move, and you return this horse."

"A gentleman doesn't regret a game, regretting a game is not a gentleman, you can't retreat!"

"I'm a villain, I'm not a gentleman!"

"..."

Listening to the dispute between the two, a smile appeared on the corner of Qin Yang's mouth.

These two are still the same as before.

"Old Qin, help me get the yams at the door."

In the kitchen, there was a woman's cry.

It's just that Qin Yang's father and the others were arguing and didn't hear the woman's cry.

Qin Yang glanced at the two large yams that had already been peeled at the door, walked over to pick them up, and entered the kitchen.

In the kitchen, a petite woman wearing an apron is cooking. She has a pretty face and her hair is rolled back. Under the light of the lazy and warm sun shining through the kitchen window, she exudes a natural beauty. The rhyme is gentle.

This is Qin Yang's mother, Ning Xiuxin.

When I was a child, I loved him, loved him, or beat him or scolded him because I was too naughty, and my eyes would always be dizzy with unresolved maternal love and family affection.

If it was before, Qin Yang wouldn't feel that his mother was different, just like ordinary people.But at this moment, after learning some secrets, he suddenly discovered that there seemed to be a sentimentality in this gentle woman.

A sense of... a sentimentality that ordinary people can't understand.

"Help me cut up the potatoes—"

Ning Xiuxin didn't turn her head to look, but when she heard footsteps, she thought it was Qin Yang's father, and murmured: "You said you played chess all morning, and you don't know how to go to Qianqian's house to help, These days they-"

As he was talking, he heard no movement behind him, so he turned his head subconsciously.

At the door, Qin Yang was holding two big yams, laughing.

Ning Xiuxin was stunned.

"mom--"

Qin Yang called out softly, put the yam in his hand in the basin beside him, and opened his arms to give him a hug, with a very bright smile on his face.

Unexpectedly, after Ning Xiuxin was taken aback for a moment, she suddenly picked up a long wooden stick next to the chopping board and rushed over.

"Mom, Mom, what are you doing, don't be impulsive..."

Qin Yang was taken aback and backed away again and again.

However, I still got two sticks on my buttocks. Although it didn't hurt, the good atmosphere that had been brewing before was gone.

"Say! Did you play truant again!"

Ning Xiuxin's face was full of frost, and she stared at Qin Yang carefully with her eyes.

What is this called!
Originally, I wanted to have a warm hug between mother and child.

Qin Yang couldn't laugh or cry at the moment, and said helplessly: "Mom, is this necessary? When did your son skip school?"

"Didn't you skip school?"

Ning Xiuxin raised her eyebrows, and snorted coldly: "When you were in kindergarten, you peed in the bowl of your female classmate. You were afraid of being scolded by the teacher, so you fled back home. In the second semester of the first grade of elementary school, if you can't solve a math problem, you will Weeping and fleeing home. In the third grade, you ran to the girls’ bathroom to send a love letter to a girl. After being sued by the girl against the teacher, you fled back home. In the fifth grade, you beat the teacher’s son and ran away. Back home. In the first grade, you set off firecrackers in class and fled home. In the second grade, the girl you liked changed schools, and you fled home..."

Listening to his mother's narration of his unbearable past, Qin Yang was dumbfounded.

"Mom, do you remember this?"

"Nonsense, you are my son, I don't remember who remembers!"

Ning Xiu stared at her son angrily.

Qin Yang smiled awkwardly, but felt inexplicably warm in his heart.

"Tell me, what happened again this time?"

Ning Xiuxin put the stick aside, stepped forward to straighten Qin Yang's collar, with a deep love in her eyes.

"Mom, I didn't..."

"Do not talk!"

Just as Qin Yang opened his mouth, Ning Xiuxin suddenly interrupted him.

Under Qin Yang's puzzled gaze, Ning Xiuxin leaned over to his clothes, sniffed it a few times, and frowned.

"Mom, you're here again."

Qin Yang was speechless.

This mother would come here every time to see if he smelled like a girl.If there is, then happily ask if it is his girlfriend, if not, then urge him to find a girlfriend.

It seems that he wants to hug his grandson, but he is in a hurry.

But having said that, this old mother has a strong nose, and there are some seasonings that taste almost the same. She can tell which one is better or what the recipe is just by smelling it.

"I just had contact with a girl, it should be Qianqian, boy, did you meet Qianqian on the way back?"

Ning Xiuxin asked.

Qin Yang nodded.

Xiao Qianqian often comes to their house, and it is normal for her mother to be familiar with her smell.

"Besides Qianqian, you have at least five girls' scents on you. One of them seems to be a bit older, with a little smell of book ink, which is similar to your father's smell before. Boy, you won't tease you Teacher."

Ning Xiuxin said suspiciously.

Qin Yang sweated, and quickly waved his hands: "No, no, absolutely not, how could I do such a rebellious thing?"

My mother is amazing, even Mu Sixue can smell it.

"Really?"

Ning Xiu felt a little disbelieving.

"Really, really, better than gold!"

Qin Yang nodded anxiously.

"That's weird. Why do you have so many girly smells on you? Could it be that you have been lucky recently?"

Ning Xiu was puzzled.

Qin Yang raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Mom, maybe you don't believe it, but three of them are my girlfriends. I will let them give birth to you as many grandchildren as you want in the future!"

Hearing her son's words, Ning Xiu was stunned.

"Three?"

"Yes, that's three."

Qin Yang nodded with a smile, somewhat smugly between his brows.

In the past, his mother always urged him to find a girlfriend, as if he was afraid that he would not be able to marry a wife, but now that three of them come together at once, my mother is probably going crazy with joy.

"Stinky boy, you don't want to follow those people on TV to eat soft food."

Hearing this, Qin Yang was speechless.

(End of this chapter)