"Hey, listen to you," Mrs. Xiao said cheerfully, "Go on, your uncle and aunt are listening."
"Yes, yes," when it ca to his son’s lifelong issues, Mr. Xiao couldn’t afford to be embarrassed and quickly chid in, "If there’s anything, just say it. Sit down, we’re all family, we can discuss anything."
Wen Ran pressed her lips together; she felt that her request was a bit presumptuous.
At least, right now, it was rather presumptuous.
"Here’s the thing, I’ve built this house, and it would be a waste if we didn’t live in it."
Indeed.
Mrs. Xiao agreed with Wen Ran.
The house Wen Ran built, although initially with adobe, was solidly made, with brand-new tiles laid on top.
Quite a few wedding houses weren’t as good as this one.
"So, I was thinking, if I marry Xiao Chenye, could he co and live here with ?"
At these words, Mr. and Mrs. Xiao were both taken aback.
To people of this ti, what Wen Ran said was quite shocking.
After all, the customary practice was for the bride to move into the groom’s ho after marriage.
Even if, in rare cases, a new house was set up for the wedding, it was the bride who moved in with the groom.
For Wen Ran to ask Xiao Chenye to move into her ho, it was like a young woman riding in a bridal sedan chair, except without a groom escorting her in.
It was a first.
Mr. and Mrs. Xiao exchanged glances, puzzled, and began to ponder.
Wen Ran tugged at the hem of her clothing, her heart in her throat.
The reason she couldn’t leave, aside from wanting to live at ho, was also because of...
Hongguo.
Since she chose to bring Hongguo ho as a sister, she had to take on that responsibility.
She couldn’t leave Hongguo alone here after getting married, ignoring her.
As for Xiao Chenye...
Hah!
This blockhead’s mind was never normal.
Now he was already thinking about Hua Hua.
Hehehe, Ranran is going to marry ~
As for those issues, Xiao Chenye didn’t care. He had already thought about this and even had solutions.
Right now, this seed like a good opportunity to see everyone’s attitudes...
~
"Auntie, I..."
Mrs. Xiao raised her hand, "Wait a minute, let think."
Her attitude was calm, even thoughtful.
Ever since Xiao Chenye joined the county transport team, he was rarely ho.
Xiao Chengguang ca ho once or twice a year, and Xiao Chenye was only a bit more frequent, half a month away, half a month at ho, and during that half month, he was out half of the ti.
Always mysteriously busy outside, who knows what he’s up to.
So, counting it up, the kid was only ho for a few days a year.
Whether he was living at the Xiao family or at Wen Ran’s place, it didn’t make much difference for the old couple - just a ten-minute walk away.
However, it was indeed quieter.
They thought having more family at ho would make it lively, but...
Forget it.
Mrs. Xiao was open-minded. The children were grown up, had their own ideas, and that was good.
She thought it over and said to Mr. Xiao, "What do you think?"
Mr. Xiao, more laid-back, raised an eyebrow, "? I’m fine with whatever."
After speaking, he paused, slightly unsure, "You won’t be moving in with them, right?"
He was marrying off his son, not giving away his own wife.
Mrs. Xiao: "..."
She raised her hand to give Mr. Xiao a light hit, "What nonsense are you talking? This courtyard can’t fit so many people."
Seeing Mr. Xiao was calm, Mrs. Xiao turned to Wen Ran and said, "Such matters, you young folks should discuss. Your uncle and I have no opinions. It’d be a waste to leave a good house empty.
Besides, we’re not far. It’s convenient to co and go."
With that, Mrs. Xiao waved her hand, "I have no objections!"
Wen Ran laughed, "Auntie, don’t worry..."
"Wait," Xiao Chenye interrupted the discussion, confused, "Isn’t anyone going to ask what I think?"
Mrs. Xiao: "...your opinion doesn’t matter, you can sleep anywhere, even in a doghouse you’ll sleep soundly."
Wen Ran couldn’t help but giggle, and Xiao Chenye scratched his head, embarrassed, "Mom, that was ages ago, you still rember."
"Hmph!"
Taking this opportunity, Mrs. Xiao quickly complained to Wen Ran, "This child, he has shallow dimples, back when he was sixteen or seventeen, his dad took him to pay respects during New Year. He got greedy and drank two cups of liquor.
He ca ho and passed out, refused to sleep in a good room, insisted on sleeping in the doghouse.
Red Army was still small then, got squeezed and cried out."
Black history, sotis you just have to revisit it.
But compared to taking her to a bear nest, the doghouse incident seed trivial.
"Mom, we’re talking about serious business, don’t bring that up."
Xiao Chenye looked at Wen Ran, "Ranran, if, and I an if."
"Go on."
"If there was a house big enough for all of us to live in, do you think you could accept it?"
Wen Ran: "..."
She looked at Xiao Chenye skeptically, hesitating.
Mrs. Xiao thought Wen Ran wanted to live alone, hurriedly, "Oh, why talk about that? Where’s there a place that can fit so many people.
Fifth you..."
"Auntie, don’t worry," Wen Ran was afraid of being misunderstood, "I think, I know what Xiao Chenye ans."
"Huh?"
"Are you planning to build a new house?"
Xiao Chenye laughed, grinning widely, pulling on a wound, grimacing, "Ssss~ Ranran understands !
I do want to build a new house."
The house Mr. and Mrs. Xiao currently lived in was built nearly thirty years ago.
Made of adobe.
Although well maintained, the sense of oldness couldn’t be removed.
"I thought we could talk about this later, but since Ranran brought it up today, let’s confirm it now."
Mrs. Xiao was the first to disagree, "Ah? Our house is perfectly fine, why change it?"
Mr. Xiao expressed no opinion, just watched Xiao Chenye.
"Mom, tradition says we should build a new house for marriage, and it’s not like the family is without money," when it ca to finances, Xiao Chenye was quite confident.
This...
Though he said it like that, the older generation was used to being frugal.
Mr. Xiao suddenly asked, "What kind of house are you planning to build?"
Xiao Chenye thought the question ca out of nowhere, "What do you an?"
Mr. Xiao cautiously, "I need to see what kind of house you’re planning before I decide whether to support you."
Xiao Chenye: "..."
A real father.
"A blue tile house."
At these words, Mrs. Xiao was excited, Mr. Xiao was thrilled.
Mrs. Xiao firmly rejected, "Impossible, a blue tile house would cost a fortune! Just because we have money doesn’t an we should waste it like this!
You brat, you start showing off once you earn a bit!"
Mr. Xiao, in contrast to his earlier calm deanor, was all eager, hands showing full support, "I think it’s doable, a blue tile house would be great!"
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