Chapter 94: Familiar painting style

"Got it, what are you urging for..."

Ding Jiahui muttered, feeling that she was very wronged. She was assisting Xu Qingzhou, but he complained that they were walking slowly.

Song Yao and Ding Jiahui finished taking their luggage, and everyone walked out of the airport. From a distance, they saw Song Shisong waiting at the entrance.

"Dad~"

"Uncle Song."

Xu Qingzhou and the others greeted.

Song Shisong looked at Xu Qingzhou, helping his daughter push the suitcase. Yo, the clothes in his hand seem to be of similar style.

Guo Ziyang looked at Song Shisong, who was very enthusiastic about Xu Qingzhou, and felt a lemon sour in his heart again. Others have already met their parents and even obtained the approval of the other party's parents, and he... the road is long and difficult.

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"This child, just sent a message saying he would be here soon..." Wang Nushi muttered, went out, saw her son standing outside the corridor, and said angrily: "What are you doing standing there straight!"

Although his previous life was indeed an old bachelor for more than 30 years.

Wang Xiaping was stunned. What kind of project to improve MRI imaging, needing various experiments, she started to worry. Although she didn't know how her son's genes split, he was ultimately a freshman. If it didn't work out, and something was broken... "Son, doesn't that thing have radiation? You still have to do protection."

"Eh, our champion is back."

Looking at it this way, Mom is really sharp-eyed, seeing that he is going to be a bachelor.

Thinking that even if he said it, they wouldn't understand.

"First time living on campus, are you used to it at school?" Xu Shou asked.

Everyone sat in the living room watching TV.

Wang Xiaping put vegetables for her son. She used to find her son annoying, thinking about liberation after her son finished university. Now that she really doesn't see him, she is not used to it.

Song Shisong smiled, very fond of Xu Qingzhou's steady and mature personality, and looked at Ding Jiahui and Guo Ziyang on the side: "Let's go, the car is outside, I shouldn't stop for too long."

Watching Song Shisong's car disappear at the end of the street, Xu Qingzhou retracted his gaze and walked toward the community with big strides.

He now looks back and feels that he was very wrong. Understanding and not understanding are not important. They want to infer whether he is living well from his work.

"No." Xu Qingzhou ate rice and said: "We are just pure friends."

"No." Xu Qingzhou took the soup bowl, "Mom, scoop me another bowl of soup."

Click~ Just when Xu Qingzhou was sighing about the passage of time, the sound of opening the door came from the corridor.

Wang Xiaping took the computer bag from Xu Qingzhou's hand and said: "Hurry in, the dishes are about to get cold."

Wang Xiaping glared at Xu Qingzhou, "Stop talking, it's about emotional matters."

One generation and another generation have a big generation gap in the logic of understanding and thinking about problems.

Living room, Xu Shou is watching a ball game, and the dining table is full of dishes.

"Mom, that thing of ours is different from the hospital's, not so exaggerated." Xu Qingzhou smiled dumbly.

Looking at it this way, it is called a couple outfit.

"Come, have another piece of ribs."

"Uncle Song is polite, many times Song Yao takes care of me." Xu Qingzhou shook his head.

Wang Xiaping was unhappy, glared at Xu Shou: "What is called I am worrying blindly, every big and small thing in the family, which one is not worried by me. Humph~ don't know who it is, go out to buy vegetables, and have to call to ask me..."

After eating, Xu Qingzhou originally wanted to wash the dishes, but was stopped by Wang Xiaping, saying he caught a flight, let him rest well.

"Hey, National Day holiday, Uncle Zhang, on duty today?" After speaking, Wang Xiaping squinted at Xu Qingzhou and said deeply: "How are you and Xiaoyao?"

At 12:30 in the evening, Xu Qingzhou returned to the bedroom he had been separated from for a long time.

40 minutes, Xu Qingzhou got off at the entrance of Wutong Community.

Just like the logic of understanding and thinking about problems, there is a big generation gap.

"What how?" Xu Qingzhou pretended not to understand, complaining in his heart, Mom is really the same as before, only a freshman and she is anxious about his object.

"Mom, so much, how can I finish it alone."

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The old couple seemed to notice that he didn't want to talk about work, so they didn't ask. Later, their speech was a bit cautious, just asking if he had eaten.

"Eat as much as you can."

"At school, the most nostalgic thing is the dishes made by Mom."

"If you like to eat, eat more."

Xu Qingzhou took it, took a sip, and said beautifully: "It's still comfortable at home."

Looking at the couple opposite, Xu Qingzhou felt warm inexplicably. It is still a familiar picture.

His eyes were a bit complicated. The cabbage raised by his family was arched like this, "Little Xu, Song Yao has been troublesome for you to take care of during this time."

Seeing Xu Shou not speaking, Wang Xiaping snorted coldly, took a clean bowl, and scooped a bowl of rib soup for Xu Qingzhou.

Xu Qingzhou told the two about things at school, saying he participated in the project of a professor in the Physics Department. "You can participate in those projects?"

Just like eating, three people and two people are really different.

Xu Shou knew he said the wrong thing, but he also had experience, fruitfully choosing to remain silent.

"Mom~" Xu Qingzhou shouted and walked over.

In the past, after Xu Qingzhou discovered this phenomenon, he basically didn't mention work when he went home.

"Old Xu, stop watching, take the stewed ribs out of the kitchen."

"Scoop it yourself." Wang Xiaping felt that Xu Qingzhou was too unpromising. With such a good girl by his side, he was still just friends? Xu Qingzhou was a bit helpless, complaining that Mom's face changed too fast, not even a day, and she started to dislike him.

A family of three soon surrounded the dining table. Of course, Xu Qingzhou ate, and the other two watched.

"That is, worrying blindly, such a big team, don't you know more than you?" Xu Shou was watching a ball game and added on the side, very relieved about his son.

"Really nothing?" Wang Xiaping frowned and asked.

"Habit, and the harvest is not small."

Xu Qingzhou greeted the old man at the entrance, walked through the quiet path, and came to the familiar building. He was suddenly a bit emotional. He had only been to school for a month, but he felt like he had just left yesterday.

Everyone put the suitcase into the car. Song Yao sat in the passenger seat, and Xu Qingzhou and the three sat in the back row.

Compared with a month ago, the small bedroom didn't change much. The comic books he once collected, the Changhong sword that would glow at night, and the books of the three years of high school were all there.

By the way, there are two more bags of rice and a bucket of oil. Needless to say, they were issued by the unit.

It's only been a month, and it has a trend of becoming a storage room.

Xu Qingzhou shook his head with a smile, taking out all the computers, materials, and manuscripts in the bag.

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