Chapter 4

  That little boy looks quite good when he's not crying, with a small melon face, fair and delicate skin, big eyes that are very black and bright, and an air of confident pride on his face. He looks like a child who grew up in a well-off family and was spoiled from a young age.

  One corner of his mouth curled up, that playful yet indulgent expression made you can't help but spoil him. When he smiled at you, his eyes sparkled, his eyebrows and eyes were lively, and there was a small dimple on one side of his cheek. That smile would make you feel like basking in the warm sunshine, and it could bring out all the good emotions from the people around him.

  Xing's mom also liked him, but on the condition that he was not like her other son. Now she was on high alert, and all young men were seen as potential enemies in her eyes, although homosexuality was not as prevalent in society as she had imagined.

  Xing's mom had a polite smile on her face, maintaining a neither-too-far-nor-too-close attitude: "Ming classmate, you're up so early too."

  "Uh, auntie, we're used to doing morning exercises at school." Her lower body was only wearing blue-striped shorts, and on top she wore a blue t-shirt with a large Hello Kitty pattern, looking casual and cute, exuding a youthful aura.

  "Lucky you and your classmates go wash up first, Mom will be ready soon."

  "Uh-huh." Xingyun responded, pulling Minglang's arm as they left the kitchen. Behind them, their mom yelled out again: "And then give your brother a call and ask when he'll be arriving."

  "Got it, mom." Lucky replied.

  "Does your mom want you to marry a girl?" As soon as he entered the bathroom, his bright smile disappeared and became stiff like a cardboard.

  "Hmm." Lucky hummed softly, intentionally turning his eyes away, not daring to look at Minglang. The lingering feelings from last night were still there, and Lucky had no idea what Minglang was thinking, but he couldn't shake off the feeling of owing him something.

  "What about you? What do you think?"

  "Huh?"

  "I'm telling you..."

  Knock, knock.

  "Knock on the door, my brother is back, I'll go open it." Xingyun jumped up from behind Minglang and ran over, not as if he was in a hurry to open the door, but rather as if he was fleeing for his life.

  Bright and resentful eyes stared at his back, deserter!

  As soon as Xing Hai arrived, the house became lively. This was because Xing's dad had also gotten up and came to the living room. Xing's dad was a good man with a particularly good temper, always laughing "haha", while Xing Hai's personality was straightforward, generous and bold. With these two at home, you could hear one moment Dad's gentle laughter, the next Xing Hai's loud guffaws, plus Xing Hai's big mouth, the two of them could make the house lively like a grand celebration.

  Lucky that gentle personality is more like his mother, these two people have always been laughing silently, watching the live treasure playing tricks. Xing Hai's new daughter-in-law is also a gentle and elegant person, with delicate eyebrows and eyes, transparent white skin, very thin, walking lightly, really has a weak and fragile feeling.

  Xingyun especially likes this little bird-like sister-in-law, feeling that she and her brother are a good match. One is outgoing and the other is introverted, one is rough and the other is delicate, just like acid-base balance. He thinks their combination is perfectly matched.

  The new daughter-in-law, although she often came to the house before marriage, was still different from now. She was still very shy and sat on the sofa with a small mouth, smiling slightly.

  As soon as Xing's mother was about to do something, she immediately stood up and wanted to help, making the whole family a bit tense.

  Ming Lang leaned over and whispered in Lucky's ear: "Your sister-in-law is a bit like an ancient person, still being cautious as a new daughter-in-law."

  Good luck also thinks so, and suddenly laughed.

  His sister-in-law guessed that he was talking about her, and immediately blushed, lowering her head to pretend to tidy up the hem of her skirt. Xing Hai then gave him a stern look, not because he was standing up for his wife, but because their behavior seemed too intimate.

  Lucky was startled and immediately dodged to one side, creating some distance between them.

  "Hey, where did you go?" Xing Hai shifted his attention completely from the interesting story about the vegetable market that his father had just told to Ming Lang.

  "I'm in Beijing, and it's a lucky place for me, because he's not at the command center, I'm in logistics." He said frankly without thinking much of it.

  As a result, in an instant, both Mr. and Mrs. Xing's hearts were focused on him.

  "Hey, I heard from Lucky that your family is in D City?" asked Mr. Xing.

  "Yes, uncle."

  "I also heard that your father is very prestigious in D city."

  "Ah~ those are exaggerations, what prestige, they're just business people after all." Ming Lang didn't know why the Xing family suddenly paid so much attention to himself, and his mind quickly turned around in his heart.

  "Oh, oh, you're an only child?"

  "Uh-huh."

  "How did you end up going to that faraway place? Your parents didn't want you to go, did they? I heard there's a naval base near D City?" Mr. Xing fanned himself with his large fan, even though the room had an electric fan on, he still held onto the fan and kept waving it, seemingly not just for the cool breeze, but simply as a habit.

  "Hmm..." The question was asked so bluntly that it left me speechless. After thinking for a long time, I could only respond vaguely: "It's fine, they're all busy, they won't think of me too much."

  This dry and dull conversation has made the atmosphere awkward.

  Everyone sat in silence for a while, then Mrs. Xing hurriedly stood up and said, "I'll go cut the watermelon."

  "Mom, I'll go." Xing Hai's wife also immediately stood up.

  The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law went into the kitchen together.

  The four people in the living room, the man changed the subject again, recently...

  For some reason, when men have no topic to talk about, they usually start with politics.