sweet joy

Chapter 124 Are You Still Smiling?
Tang Nianxi shrugged his shoulders and was about to go back to his room to read a book. When the phone rang, he looked down at the name on the phone. His delicate face was stained with impatience. He hung up the phone and said to the two of them, "I'll come back." The room is over, let's talk."

Song Xixi's eyes were sharp, and he saw the name on the note on the phone, Xia Chuyang.

Tsk tsk tsk, this guy had known Tang Nianxi so early, and he hadn't caught up with Tang Nianxi after ten years of pursuit. Song Xixi couldn't help shaking his head, and made a cup of tea to relieve his tiredness and served Grandma Tang.

Tang Zhihuan sat at the door enjoying the coolness, and after a while, a pair of arms appeared around his neck, and a sweet voice rang in his ears: "Why are you searching my school?"

"It's okay to be idle, let's see what education you received in college."

Song Xixi squinted her phoenix eyes, in a great mood, and zoomed in on the pictures on Tang Zhihuan's phone: "I'm not a preschooler, do you want to see the Institute of Physical Education?"

The man put away his mobile phone, then held her hand tightly: "Just take a look."

"Hmm..." Song Xixi couldn't help laughing, looking at the hens leisurely in the yard, recalling the scene of catching chickens this morning, she couldn't help laughing: "Tang Zhihuan, I don't want to catch chickens in my life."

"I'll catch it later."

"Also, I'm really flattered that your mother's attitude suddenly changed for the better."

Tang Zhihuan raised his eyes and looked at her, worried that she would be uncomfortable lying on the back, so he gave up a third of the reclining chair, let Song Xixi sit down, and said in a low voice, "I don't know either."

Song Xixi leaned against his chest, played with his fingers, and let out a long sigh:
"When your mother came back to the bedroom yesterday, the first thing she said was Song Xixi, don't blame Auntie for speaking harshly, Auntie doesn't approve of you being with Tang Zhihuan..."

Song Xixi imitated Tang's mother's tone of voice, with a deep smile in her eyes, looked at him and said, "If I really met your mother for the first time, I would have cried then, and then drove away overnight."

The man beside her looked at her quietly, with deep nostalgia in his black eyes, and asked her, "How did you deal with it?"

"I pretended to be dead, turned over and fell asleep on the bed with my eyes closed and ignored her. This person will never wake up a person who pretends to be asleep. Of course, your mother can't help it, but I can still hear her getting up to take medicine. Would you blame me for taking your mother's medicine?"

Tang Zhihuan looked away lightly, and the cicada on the old tree beside the house kept screaming.

There was a bit of a smile in the deep voice: "It's okay, isn't my mother well today? I can still let you go into the chicken garden to kill chickens, and I can even scoop chicken soup for you at noon."

Song Xixi pinched his face and smiled: "If your mother heard you say that, would she slap you?"

"She would chase me with a broom and beat me all over the yard."

Song Xixi laughed until her stomach ached. She couldn't imagine the scene where Tang's mother chased Tang Zhihuan and beat her all over the yard. She laughed until she burst into tears.

"So funny?" Tang Zhihuan stared at her with a threatening tone.

"Hahaha—it's really funny, hahaha..."

"I'll make you laugh!" Tang Zhihuan grabbed Song Xixi's hand and kept tickling her: "Are you still smiling?"

"Hahaha--"

Hearing laughter from the side room, Grandma Tang leaned against the door with a cane, looked at the two people making noise at the gate, smiled with relief, and wiped her tears with her hands.

When people get old, they have shallow eye sockets.

At this time, a motorcycle race car was parked in front of the courtyard. The rider was a tall young man in a leather jacket. He took off the racing headgear. He had a rebellious and frivolous face, with a hard and good-looking face.

Song Xixi looked at the motorcycle rider, wiped his eyes, and said in disbelief, "Xia Chuyang?"

(End of this chapter)