Qin Yang's house is an ordinary farmhouse yard, although it is not big, it is very clean.

Gently push open the slightly cool gate, and all the familiar scenes in the courtyard come into view.

The stone table with missing corners, the dilapidated swing tied to the wooden frame, and the melon stand built in front of the courtyard, and some bits and pieces engraved in memory.

Every time I step into this small courtyard, I always feel a lot calmer.

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"Lao Qin, you are not kind in this move, your horse is blocked in front of my cannon, how can I save it?"

Walking into the courtyard, Qin Yang heard a man's dissatisfied voice coming from the living room of the main house.

Qin Yang heard that this was the voice of Uncle Li in the village, he usually always liked to come to play chess with his father, and his relationship with his father was also good, when Qin Yang was young, Li Bo always took him to the mountains to play.

"What do you mean by not being kind, chess is like a battlefield, and the real chapter is dead, do I still want you to fail?"

Qin Yang's father's voice also sounded.

"No, no, I'm going to retake the previous move, and you take the horse back. ”

"A gentleman doesn't regret chess, he regrets chess is not a gentleman, you can't retreat!"

"I'm a villain, I'm not a gentleman!"

“……”

Listening to the argument between the two, a smile appeared on the corner of Qin Yang's mouth.

The two of them are still the same as before.

"Lao Qin, help me bring the artichoke at the door. ”

In the kitchen, a woman's voice could be heard.

It's just that Qin Yang's father and they were arguing, and they didn't hear the woman's shouts.

Qin Yang glanced at the two large potatoes that had been peeled at the door, walked over to pick them up, and entered the kitchen.

In the kitchen, a petite woman in an apron is cooking, her appearance is delicate, her hair is pulled back, and she exudes a natural charm and gentleness in the light of the bustling lazy sun through the kitchen window.

This is Qin Yang's mother, Ning Xiuxin.

When I was a child, I loved him, loved him, or beat him and scolded him because I was too naughty, and there was always motherly love and family affection in my eyes.

If it was before, Qin Yang would not have felt anything unusual about his mother, just like ordinary people. But at this moment, after learning some secrets, I suddenly found that this gentle woman seemed to contain a sentimentality.

One ...... A sentimentality that ordinary people can't understand.

"Cut the artichoke for me—"

Ning Xiuxin didn't look back, but when she heard the footsteps, she thought it was Qin Yang and his father, and she still muttered in her mouth: "You said that you played chess all morning, and you didn't know how to go to Qianqian's house to help, these days they-"

As he was talking, he heard no movement behind him, and he couldn't help but subconsciously turn his head.

I saw that at the door, Qin Yang was holding two large potatoes, hehe smiled.

Ning Xiuxin was stunned suddenly.

"Mom-"

Qin Yang called softly, put the artichoke in his hand in the basin next to him, and opened his arms to give the other party a hug, the smile on his face was extremely bright.

After Ning Xiuxin was stunned for a moment, she suddenly picked up a long wooden stick next to the board and rushed over.

"Mom, Mom, what are you doing, don't be impulsive......"

Qin Yang was startled and retreated again and again.

However, there were still two sticks on the buttocks, and although it didn't hurt, the good atmosphere that had been brewing before was gone.

"Say, are you skipping school again?"

Ning Xiu's face was full of frost, and she stared at Qin Yang with a pair of eyes.

What is this called?

Originally, I wanted to have a warm embrace between mother and son.

Qin Yang couldn't cry or laugh at the moment, and said helplessly: "Mom, is it necessary to do this? When did your son skip school." ”

"Didn't skip school?"

Ning Xiuxin's willow eyebrows were raised, and she snorted coldly: "When you were in kindergarten, you peed in the bowl of your female classmates, and you fled back home for fear of being scolded by the teacher. In the second semester of the first grade of elementary school, you couldn't do a math problem, so you ran back home crying. When you were in the third grade, you ran to the girls' toilet to deliver a love letter to a girl, and after the girl sued the teacher, you fled back to your home. When you were in the fifth grade, you beat up your teacher's son and ran back home. When you were in the first grade, you set off firecrackers in your class and fled back home. When you were in the second grade of junior high school, the girl you liked changed schools, and you fled back home......"

Listening to his mother talking about his unbearable past, Qin Yang was dumbfounded.

"Mom, do you remember all this?"

"Nonsense, you're my son, I don't remember who remembers!"

Ning Xiuxin glared at her son angrily.

Qin Yang smiled and laughed, but his heart was inexplicably warm.

"Tell me, what's the trouble this time?"

Ning Xiuxin put the stick aside, stepped forward to arrange Qin Yang's collar, and there was a thick doting in her eyes.

"Mom, I didn't ......"

"Don't talk!"

Just as Qin Yang was speaking, Ning Xiuxin suddenly interrupted him.

Under Qin Yang's puzzled gaze, Ning Xiuxin leaned on his clothes, sniffed it a few times, and frowned.

"Mom, you're here again. ”

Qin Yang was a little speechless.

This old mother has to come to this every time to see if he has a girl's smell on him. If there is, he happily asks if it is his girlfriend, and if not, he urges him to find a girlfriend.

It seems that he wants to hug his grandson, but he is in a hurry.

But then again, this old mother has a very strong nose, and it is some spices that taste almost the same, and she can tell which one is good or what the recipe is as long as she smells it.

"I just had contact with a girl, it should be the taste of Qianqian, boy, did you meet Qianqian on the way back?"

Ning Xiuxin asked.

Qin Yang nodded.

Xiao Qianqian often comes to their house, and it is normal for her mother to be familiar with her taste.

"In addition to Qianqian, you have at least five girls' scents on your body, one of which seems to be a little older, and has a little bit of the smell of book ink, which is similar to the smell of your father's body before. Boy, you're not going to tease your teacher, are you? ”

Ning Xiu said suspiciously.

Qin Yang sweated, and hurriedly waved his hand: "No, no, absolutely not, how could I do such a rebellious thing?"

It's amazing to my mother, I can even smell the smell of Mu Sixue.

"Really?"

Ning Xiu was a little unconvinced.

"Really, really, truer than gold!"

Qin Yang nodded hurriedly.

"That's weird, how can you have so many girls' smells on you, have you recently bumped into Peach Blossom Luck?"

Ning Xiu was puzzled.

Qin Yang raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Mom, maybe you don't believe it, there are three of them who are my girlfriends, and I will let them give birth to you as many grandchildren as you want in the future!"

Hearing her son's words, Ning Xiu was stunned.

"Three?"

"Yes, three. ”

Qin Yang smiled and nodded, a little smug between his eyebrows.

In the past, his mother always urged him to find a girlfriend, as if he was afraid that he would not be able to marry a wife, but now that there are three people at once, it is estimated that my mother will be crazy.

"Stinky boy, you're not going to learn from those people on TV who eat soft rice, are you? ”

Hearing this, Qin Yang was speechless.