Live broadcast: My courtyard is a treasure chest

Chapter 61 [Extra] Let’s go to the Olympics

"My mother is back, what are your plans?" In the library, Ding Xuan put down her cell phone and said this expressionlessly.

The previous plagiarism incident had not yet come to an end. Zhang Ruixuan had just been busy with his thesis for a few days, but who would have thought that Ding Xuan's mother had returned to China again.

As the saying goes, delay leads to changes. Zhang Ruixuan did not dare to delay for a moment. After listening to what Ding Xuan said, he jumped up, put down the things at hand, asked for leave from his tutor, turned around... and didn't know which hotel to book.

"You can just find any one. My mother doesn't care where you are unless she's deliberately looking for trouble." Looking at Zhang Ruixuan who was stunned when he walked out of the school gate just now, Ding Xuan immediately knew what he was thinking.

However, Zhang Ruixuan did not respond directly to Ding Xuan's words, but blinked at her: First, it was the first time for him to meet his future mother-in-law, so he had to prepare carefully. Second, he originally wanted to chat with his mother-in-law, so if he went there like a fool, wouldn't that be courting death?

"Actually, I don't know what she likes." Ding Xuan understood everything Zhang Ruixuan wanted to say from his eyes, but she couldn't come up with a useful answer.

"Let me see... there's a pretty good Huaiyang restaurant near your house."

Ding Xuan took a look at the name of the store and immediately didn't want to agree: "If you go to this store locally, it's only a fraction of BJ's. You have money to burn!"

"No, then it's not a big deal for you to eat at these big hotels. It's not fancy."

Three people can't book a private room. Based on what Zhang Ruixuan knew about Ding Xuan's mother during the live broadcast, the latter still attaches great importance to the sense of ceremony.

"Aren't you wasting food? You ordered so many dishes, which means only one or two dishes on average. It will all be wasted by then!"

After being scolded by Ding Xuan all the way, Zhang Ruixuan could actually understand why Ding Xuan was so stubborn. If he really wanted to avoid wasting food, he could just pack it up and bring it back to Maomao.

Ding Xuan simply didn't want Zhang Ruixuan to think that her family was too troublesome, and she wasn't quite ready to really sit down and talk to her mother about selling her family's belongings and going abroad...

"It's okay. If you don't think the time is right, we won't talk about it." Zhang Ruixuan was still thinking about what to buy as a gift. The preparations were a bit hasty, and Zhang Ruixuan himself was a little unsure.

When all the bags were almost ready to be taken to the hotel by a tow truck, Zhang Ruixuan began to think about how to explain their acquaintance to Ding Xuan's mother.

Seeing Zhang Ruixuan's behavior, Ding Xuan must be happy in her heart. If someone cares about the feelings of his family, it means he values ​​himself. But then again, the former's inability to handle things is really a bit worrying!
"Okay, hurry in first."

"Ah, hello, Auntie." After thinking about the address for a long time, this was the only one left. Zhang Ruixuan was so angry that he wanted to slap himself: Bad mouth, bad mouth! Why is it useless at this moment?

"Child, sit down." Ding Xuan's mother opened her mouth and greeted.
"My mother doesn't eat people." Ding Xuan rolled her eyes at Zhang Ruixuan who was still standing there. "If you don't know, you would think I brought a telephone pole in here and stood there!"

The originally peaceful atmosphere became even funnier, but Zhang Ruixuan couldn't laugh: "Well, uh, Auntie, let's eat first!"

Knowing my character, I probably won't be able to have a serious talk with my mother-in-law today. I'll be lucky if I can get through this evening!

"So Xiaoxuan..."

"Hey!" After the words came out of his mouth, Zhang Ruixuan realized how outrageous his response was at this time - W's future mother-in-law obviously hadn't finished the second half of the sentence!
"Oh, I forgot. My child, you and my daughter both have the character "xuan" in their names. One has the grass radical, and the other has the car radical. It's fate, too."

"Hmm..." What should I do if my future mother-in-law is too enthusiastic? Waiting online, very anxious! Zhang Ruixuan really didn't know what to say now. His brain was twitching, and he almost said: There are really many people in our generation who use this word.

"Oh, by the way, let me continue what I was saying." Ding Xuan's mother's logic in conversation was obviously much better than Zhang Ruixuan's. After talking about off-topic topics for a long time, the former could still bring it back to the topic. "My daughter told me that you two met in college, and you even have a private museum at home?"

Zhang Ruixuan finally breathed a sigh of relief after hearing what his future mother-in-law said. He had not discussed his confession with his lover before coming here, and was busy arguing with him. If this was exposed, wouldn't he be locked up as a psychopath who led other people's children astray?
"Well, we just happened to have the same mentor, and then we got to know each other." Zhang Ruixuan skillfully picked up some dishes for his girlfriend, and he didn't feel embarrassed at all in front of his girlfriend's mother.

If you ask, it means you are used to it. If you don’t ask… then it’s best not to ask.

Ding Xuan's mother's eyes fell on the chopsticks Zhang Ruixuan used to add more food to Ding Xuan's plate. When Zhang Ruixuan realized what was happening, he just turned around and smiled at Ding Xuan's mother: "Can you continue?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Ruixuan felt someone kick his calf. He resisted the urge to grin and said, "Um, Auntie, she is actually my senior sister!"

"Oh?"

"Xiaoxuan has never told me this story..." Ding Xuan's mother takes good care of herself, so her skin and heart are young. She also likes to listen to young people's gossip. "Tell your aunt about it. I remember Xiaoxuan said you are a little older than her?"

"Auntie, I don't mean anything else. It's okay for a boy to grow up. He can still take care of our Xiaoxuan!"

Zhang Ruixuan felt the "warning" from his girlfriend before he even opened his mouth. He hummed and hawed, not knowing whether to speak or not: "Um, Auntie, can you ask Xiaoxuan?"

"She was too embarrassed to say it, or she should have told me earlier!"

"There's nothing much to say. He has his own things to do." It is obvious that Ding Xuan's relationship with her mother is not good. The reason behind this is probably due to "lack of communication".

After being pouted, Ding Xuan's mother felt a little embarrassed: "Look at this child..."

"Hey, Auntie, it's nothing... I'm not as smart as Xiaoxuan, and I didn't want to take the postgraduate entrance examination." Zhang Ruixuan knew it was not a good time to tell the truth. "Then I happened to go to the south to play, and I ran into Xiaoxuan who was doing field research there. It was fate."

"Then I thought that the things in my house would be suitable for a private museum. Then... I was interested in this area. Who would have thought that Xiaoxuan and I would end up working under the same mentor!"

Ding Xuan's mother likes utopian romance. She is the kind of person who, if you talk about those mysterious systems, people will probably laugh it off as a hobby of young people.

It's just that neither of them knew this mother. But Zhang Ruixuan's words touched the former's heart by accident: "It's good, you two are good, and we, who are old, won't cause trouble for you."

"How is your family?"

After a night of eating, Ding Xuan's mother was still diligently examining her daughter's future son-in-law. "Okay, it's late now, go back and rest. I'll find a suitable day for you to get the marriage certificate and hold the wedding."

The marriage went smoothly, but Zhang Ruixuan had not yet achieved the purpose of his trip. As he was leaving the private room, he whispered something to Ding Xuan...

"Ouch, be careful!"

The passerby was holding a glass of beer and seemed to be heading to the toilet. He was a little drunk. If Zhang Ruixuan hadn't reached out to hold him, the beer would have spilled all over Ding Xuan.

Now the wine spilled all over the floor, and the people around had to hurriedly ask the waiter to clean it up.

The person who got into trouble turned around and was about to apologize. Before he could say anything, he recognized the other person almost at the same time: "Are you Fatty?"

"Are you Xuan'er Lao Si?"

“Oh, that’s not it…hahahahaha.”

"At that time, there were only four people like me in the class. If we lined them up according to age, wouldn't I be the fourth oldest?"

"Do you know each other?" Ding Xuan looked at the drunk man in front of her and was reluctant to stay any longer.

"We were classmates in junior high school and are childhood friends!" The two said in unison on this matter.

"I'm so sorry for what happened just now. I almost spilled the wine on my sister-in-law." The man across from me was sober after being so excited. He quickly apologized to Ding Xuan, "I've been in a bad mood these days. I drank a little too much with my brothers. I'm sorry!"

"Hey, hello, auntie."

"Hello, hello." Ding Xuan's mother was also young once, but she was not as resistant to the drunk young man in front of her as Ding Xuan was. "Why don't you guys chat first? Xiao Xuan'er is fine. After all, I'm with you..."

"It's okay. It's so late. Let Brother Xuan take you back first." The fat guy opposite was not as cheerful as he is now. No one knows what he has experienced over the years. Or maybe he was just drunk and seemed a bit familiar.

"No need. It's rare for you young people to meet each other."

"I'm so sorry, buddy. Are you full? Would you like to eat some more?"

"No, no, our big table..."

"Would you like to eat something too?" Knowing that his brother was probably meeting his parents today and was cautious in everything he did, Fatty turned around and invited Ding Xuan's mother, "If you don't mind, I can open another table for you?"

From the moment we met, everything about the past came back to us - Big Fatty's family was not bad, and he should be doing well now. As for his current state, it was probably because he was trapped in love.

"I'm afraid I'll disturb you young people..."

After some pleasantries, the group finally sat together. Zhang Ruixuan then realized that the people having dinner with his childhood friend today were a group of guys he had never met before. "You said we don't even know each other, isn't that making them feel uncomfortable?"

"Hey, we're all buddies, so we can get to know each other after we've introduced ourselves to each other, right?"

After Big Fatty's introduction, it turned out that this group of guys, along with a few girls, were all into bar-hopping, and the reason why everyone was in a bad mood today was probably due to the bar-hopping.

"Don't you think these people are nitpickers?"

It turned out that after graduating from high school, Da Panger took the entrance exam for a junior college and simply gave up on further studies. It was not a good idea to live off the savings at home, so he decided to work as a trainer in a gym.

After a few visits, I somehow ended up in the park and met my current master, the inheritor of the intangible cultural heritage of Pan Gang.

"If we had the possibility, wouldn't we want to win glory for our country?" The fat boy slammed the table in anger, but when he thought of his childhood friend's future mother-in-law who was still around, he could only let out an "ouch" and dropped his hand, which was about to fall on the table, on his thigh.

"It's not been long since the Olympics. Especially recently, whenever we posted a video, people would ask, 'You are so great, why don't you go to the Olympics?'"

"Or what's the point of us if we can't bring glory to the country?"

The bar that the guys were playing was the intangible cultural heritage of the Tianqiao Bar. Zhang Ruixuan had heard of it before and wanted to explore it, but time and contact information became a problem. Who knew it would be so close to him?

"You know, our performance has some acrobatics and performance elements. For some difficult movements, we still have to work together. The thickness of the bar is also different from the professional ones in the Olympics..."

Fatty felt uncomfortable and started to nag: "You said my family is fine, many of them are working and training at the same time, it's really just for love, otherwise who would bother to do this?"

"At first, everyone thought it was just for fun, but later we found out that this was an intangible cultural heritage passed down by our master, so we all came. We thought that our master was getting old, so we had to keep this skill."

"We have never been wronged since we were little. We have to be the heirs and cannot affect the reputation of this craft."

As Fatty said this, he was almost crying, but his brothers and sisters were all sitting here, and if he couldn't hold on any longer, then it would be all over!
Zhang Ruixuan could understand Dapang'er's feelings. Seeing his friend who used to be a little cowardly and timid gradually gather such a large group of people, he knew how difficult it was for Dapang'er and how much this bar had changed Dapang'er.

During this time, Ding Xuan's mother was not idle either, chatting with several girls. She learned that some of them grew up in the city, while others came from other places to study and just happened to fall in love with this sport...

"The reason they can't make it to the Olympics is because they can't play our sports and don't have the cultural heritage, not because you don't have the ability."

"I remember that we only had a martial arts competition once at the 08 Olympics. Why didn't they compete again? Isn't it because they can't beat us?"

Ding Xuan's mother's words were just like her remarks in the live broadcast room, rash and seemingly a little extreme. However, coming from an elder at this time, it was a great encouragement to the young people.