Traveling through Xueba is full of blessings

Chapter 151 Sleepless Night (Part [-])

In the Ye family's living room, Song Yaping stood at the door, watching her precious son go upstairs angrily.With a sigh, children are debts.

The most fair and reasonable person outside, in front of her, she is not ambiguous at all, showing her emotions, and playing tricks as she says.He is 30 years old, and he doesn't have the sense that his parents are older at all. He is more filial and caring.

Who will believe it!Her son is outstanding in the eyes of outsiders.Having said that, she would not say it out loud, as a mother, what she loves most is when others praise her child for being promising, whether it is true or not, she is happy.

Song Yaping resigned to her fate, hung up her bag, washed her hands and cooked some good dishes.This should be replaced by her husband Ye Zhiqing who wants to steam ribs, and she will follow up with a bunch of words, I have to work on everything, I am a little tired, and I will wait another day.But this is her eldest son who wants to eat, and it's rare for someone to come home. Don't look at her staring at her and clapping the steering wheel just now, she still has to get off the operating table and go to the kitchen to get busy with a kitchen knife.Who told her to be a mother!

Ye Zhiqing didn't come home for dinner.Ye Boxuan's plan came to nothing.He originally planned to finalize the wedding date with his parents at the dinner table, and if he wanted to go back, he would type out a marriage report.But before the report is made, do the parents of both parties have to meet?People are not in Kyoto, and you are busy, so there is no way.But Renxia's family is in Kyoto, do they have to meet and communicate?Today he just wanted to know when will he receive Xia Tian's parents?What does it mean?
Ye Boxuan's current state is that of an idiot sitting on the doorstep, crying and begging for a wife.He is desperate...

Song Yaping pushed the steamed pork ribs towards Ye Boxuan: "Eat it. Eat more. I made some sausages. Take it home and eat it as soon as possible. It's hot and it will spoil if left for a long time."

"Mom, when will my dad meet Xia Tian and Xia's family?"

"You don't eat, you don't sleep, you forget what your grandfather taught you?"

Song Yaping took the bowl and chopsticks, and started to eat without making any noise.Ye Boxuan pursed his lips and glanced at his mother, but he didn't say anything to disturb the atmosphere at the dinner table.

As soon as Song Yaping's job was put down, Ye Boxuan asked, "Mom, have you discussed with my dad when to meet Xia's family?"

Song Yaping sighed.It's endless, right?

"Army Day is coming, you are busy, your father is busier than you, don't you understand?"

"But I will go back to the village after a while, so it will be difficult to meet again. It's best to confirm this time. Confirm the time and let me know."

"You have to let your dad meet Xia Tian first, right? I don't have to say you, Boxuan..."

Before Song Yaping finished speaking, Ye Boxuan cut off: "Mom, I heard from Xia Tian that you treated her very well when you saw her last time. That silly girl was so happy, she was so happy. She wants to know you These words of persuasion are so sad.

Besides, is it interesting that we always repeat the old tune?Mom, just calm down and observe the Xia family carefully. They are very real.

I repeat at the end, I have no regrets.You, if you are worried about whether I will regret it in the future, why not care about my princess sister who can be a monster. It is said that I have not long been studying and working, and I have to apply for a long vacation, because Qu Lei's annual leave has been approved. "

"what?"

Ye Boxuan checked the time. It was time to return to the station. It was dark and the road conditions were bad, so it was not easy to drive.

"Come on, you can worry about it slowly. By the way, Mom, if you talk about the wedding date, remember to move the date forward, don't delay it for a few months. I'm leaving first, you rest early."

Song Yaping panicked from Ye Boxuan's heartache: "You're not ashamed! You still move forward. Huh? You haven't got the sausage yet!"

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When Ye Zhiqing arrived home late at night, as soon as he entered the door, he saw Song Yaping sitting on the sofa in a daze with only the lamp on.

"It's already here, why haven't you rested yet? No surgery tomorrow?"

"It's a headache to be angry with your son and daughter."

"Oh, you. Your son and daughter are praised by others for their excellence. That's like you. If you are angry with you, it's like me. Come on, let's go back to bed early. Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. You, that's what you want Too much."

Song Yaping looked up at the time on the clock, sighed and went upstairs.That's what being a mother is like, she doesn't worry about what happens to her children.

When I was young, I hoped that they would grow up quickly so that they could relax a bit and hold hands without going anywhere.When you grow up and look forward to growing up, your children have thoughts and a life of their own, but mothers want to hold their children's hands and tell them that what mother says is right, you have to be obedient.But I can't control it anymore.

The old couple of the Ye family didn't say anything deeply, and each fell asleep.But there was a man in the hospital standing by the window in the corridor, unable to sleep for a long time.

Xia Aiguo looked up at Crescent Moon hanging in the sky, and Crescent Moon was also looking back at him, illuminating his deeply furrowed brows.

In the military newspaper dormitory, Xia Tian revised the manuscript during the night battle.The dim light of the small flashlight made Zhao Ziling, who was in the same room with her, keep turning over.Xia Tian tried her best to turn the pages carefully, and write lightly, for fear of affecting others.

She had to finish the manuscript and hand it in quickly, and do what she promised as much as possible.I was so busy that it was already daylight, and only then did I sort out four promotional manuscripts in different styles in Xia Tian.In order to be safe, she was afraid that she would disappoint the soldiers of the Shanding Company in the end. She couldn't figure out the directors' selection method, so she could only prepare well.

He yawned and crawled back to bed.Before going to bed, Xia Tian still thought to himself: [-]. Ask for leave when submitting the manuscript; [-]. Take my quilt to the hospital to be used by my brother; [-]. Ask where there is a chicken seller, and cook chicken soup for grandma; [-]. Thank you Aunt Song.

I have to thank Auntie Song...Is there anything else...It seems to be gone...Uh, no, I have to pay back Pei Bing's money...I fell asleep.

Xia Tian got up early the next day and went to the office to wait.Looking forward to Pei Bing being a model soldier who would show up early and say a few words in secret... Xia Tian felt that it was too ruthless to pay back the money dryly.

"Pei Bing, oops, you showed up. Now, thank you for paying back your money."

"So fast, no need?"

"Hey, talk again. Ye Boxuan is back, of course I can pay you back."

The corner of Pei Bing's mouth curled up into a smile, feeling a little bitter in his heart, and he said sullenly, "No wonder. Then you can speak up when you have difficulties in the future."

Xia Tian glanced left and right, turned his little head over and over several times: "You should pay attention to whether you are being followed when you go out recently." The voice was soft like a mosquito humming, and he thought he was very vague and mysterious. In fact, his expression slightly embarrassing.

"Ok?"

"It's all right. I have to ask for leave. Submit the manuscript, hehe, I will ask for leave after handing in. See you later." Xia Tian saw colleagues approaching one after another from a distance, and quickly left.

"Hey? Who is sick in your family? Which ward? I'll go and see."

Xia Tian didn't answer, he stretched his hand to the back and waved, that gesture didn't know if it meant no more, but he was still saying goodbye to Pei Bing.

(End of this chapter)