Chapter 1 The Mysterious Big Bed

Wu Suqin served Chu Ying a bowl of fish soup and placed it steadily on the table. She smiled but embarrassedly pulled her sleeves straight and asked in a low voice: "Yingying, why is there no news about you and Yanyan?"

Zhou Yanyan was reaching out to pick up a piece of braised pigs trotter at the time. He didnt understand what his mother meant. He just felt that the fragrant pigs trotter was not easy to pick up, so he asked casually, "What news?"

"Of course its news about my grandson!" Wu Suqin lowered her head to eat white rice, and only looked at Zhou Yanyan with her two small eyes with wrinkles.

"Pop!"

The fist-sized pigs trotter that Zhou Yanyan had finally picked up fell from mid-air into the fish soup basin, splashing the soup all over the table.

Chu Ying took advantage of the situation, picked up the last remaining pigs trotter, threw it into his bowl, and ate it with relish.

Wu Suqin stood up and wiped the table with a rag, glaring at her son with complaints. She had been a peoples teacher for half her life, and she was not vague at all when she taught the two adults under her nose. She was bloody and wanted to sweep the world away. "You two have been married for three years! How come there is still no news? You are not following the trend of young people nowadays to have children later, right? Yanyan! Yingying! I dont support your attitude! Its ridiculous!"

Zhou Yanyan was blushing at what his old mother said, and he didnt know what to say, so he just kept kicking Chu Ying under the table with his right foot.

Chu Ying didnt bother to pay attention to him, holding the soup bowl and drinking the soup in small sips, gurgling, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Zhou Yanyan simply relied on himself, with his hands flat on his thighs, and said to Wu Suqin sincerely, just like when he smashed the boiling pot of Uncle Lu next door when he was a child: "Mom, this depends on Yingying. Even if I mass-produce thousands of sperms, without her egg, your grandson will still jump out of the stone? If it doesnt jump out well, and a spiritual jade jumps out, wont those good sisters of your sisters families cry?"

"Puff! Cough! Cough cough!" Chu Yings eyes turned red after being choked by a mouthful of fish soup.

Zhou Yanyan gave Chu Ying tissues and rubbed her back, and didnt forget to wink at Chu Ying in his busy schedule.

Chu Ying understood and coughed even harder, with a shocking formation, as if he wanted to cough out all his internal organs, which scared Wu Suqin so much that she scolded Zhou Yanyan for not knowing how to love his wife.

The topic was changed, and the matter of grandson was revealed.

In the evening, Zhou Yanyan was lying on the bed in the bedroom, surfing the Internet with a laptop. Chu Ying had just taken a shower and walked out of the bathroom in a goose yellow coral fleece pajamas.

Zhou Yanyan looked at her and asked with her mouth: "Wheres Mom?"

Chu Ying wrapped the bath towel around her neck, put her index finger on her mouth, and after a "hush" sound, she tiptoed to the back of the door, opened the door a crack, and listened in.

After listening for a long time, Chu Ying locked the door again, trotted back with dancing hands, and smiled happily, "Mom is listening to the opera in the room! "The Number One Scholar and the Beggar", honor and disgrace, misfortune and happiness, its really better to sing than to say."

Zhou Yanyan jumped up from the oversized double bed, pushed the laptop, rolled up her sleeves and leaned over to lift the bed board.

"Wait for me!" Chu Ying quickly ran to the opposite side of Zhou Yanyan and leaned over to lift the bed.

Zhou Yanyan shouted, "One, two, three!"

With the combined efforts of the two, the wide double bed was lifted a few centimeters. With a crisp "click" sound, Chu Ying knew that the eight small iron wheels under the bed had returned to their positions.

Zhou Yanyan smiled at Chu Ying from the other side of the bed, "Yingying, have I ever praised your ingenuity with deep affection, saying that it is comparable to Lu Bans?"

"You have been saying this since I learned to fold paper airplanes." Chu Ying stood up, pulled up the blue Doraemon bath towel that had fallen down to cover her mouth and nose, raised her thin eyebrows, and smiled with a pinched throat, "I can weave silk at thirteen, learn to sew at fourteen, play the qin at fifteen, recite poems at sixteen, and become your wife at seventeen, and my heart is always sad. Zhou Lang, what else can I ask for with such a clever wife in this life?"

Zhou Yanyan had already pulled the separated half of the bed to the closet and placed it there. Now he fell directly on the bed and rolled over on the empty half of the Simmons mattress, almost falling off the bed and breaking his neck.

Chu Ying folded the sheets on her side and spread them out, then pulled a pillow and threw it at him, "Make the bed before you sleep! You sleep on the mattress every day, and that half is so dirty, mom will get suspicious!"

"We have slept on this bed for three years, and she hasnt found anything." Zhou Yanyan rolled out of the bed again, took out a thick quilt from the bottom of the closet, wrapped it around himself, and fell on his side of the bed without moving.

Chu Ying was so angry that she threw a pillow at him.

Zhou Yanyan groaned from under the quilt, his tone lazy, "Yingying, go to bed quickly, I have to go to work tomorrow morning."

"Why are you sleeping!" Chu Ying squatted in front of Zhou Yanyan with a pillow in her arms, "Mom wants to hold her grandson, what should I do?"

Zhou Yanyan poked his head out of the quilt, his handsome eyebrows and eyes looked even softer because of his messy hair. He stared at Chu Ying and smiled, "My dear sister, havent you found your ideal lover yet? When you find it, its not too late to have another one."

"We have deceived our parents for so many years, I feel guilty, you see how much my mother loves me!" Chu Ying sat on the floor, grabbing the pillow in anger, "If one day my mother knew that our marriage was fake, I dont think we need to sing this drama anymore, I will be a hero again in eighteen years!" She gestured with her palm on her thin neck, her face was righteous, she said heroic words of going to die generously, but her tone was slightly raised, revealing a kind of wretched and petty spirit of deserting the battlefield.

"The ground is cold! Get up!" Zhou Yanyan quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her up. "Besides, mom loves you not because you are my wife, but because you are her precious daughter who she raised. You have been calling her mom since you were a child. If she doesnt love you, who will she love? I am worried that one day my wife will come home... Hey, Comrade Chu Ying, your identity is a bit embarrassing. You are my ex-wife and my wifes sister-in-law. You are in charge of your sister-in-laws mother-in-law relationship. Can you withstand the pressure of public opinion and hold the scene?"

Zhou Yanyan said while pushing. Chu Ying was pushed to the ground by him. She couldnt help but lift the quilt to wrap the suave boss Zhou up and beat him hard a few times. Then she went back to her bed and went to sleep contentedly.

Zhou Yanyan had a messy head and stretched out his arms to turn off the lights, "Yingying, good night."

Chu Ying huddled in the quilt and replied in a muffled voice, "Yanyan, good night."

The curtains in the bedroom were drawn tightly, and the street lights in the community that were on all night could not shine in. In the darkness of the room where the outlines could not be distinguished, Chu Ying opened her eyes wide in the quilt and tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Zhou Yanyan, who was at the other end of the room, was busy all day and always slept soundly at night. Since she was six years old, Chu Ying remembered that Zhou Yanyan had never had a bad sleep - except for the days when Zhous father was critically ill and until the last funeral.

Chu Ying secretly counted on her fingers. How many years has it been since she came to Zhous house?

The memory was a little hazy. Chu Ying had forgotten most of the things she experienced when she was six years old. The only things she remembered clearly were two things.

The first thing happened in the summer when she was six years old. She was still in the first grade classroom of elementary school and heard the Chinese teacher read a sentence "The loving mothers hand thread, the wandering sons clothes..." The uncle rushed into the classroom in a blue work uniform, whispered with the teacher for a while, and then pulled Chu Ying out of the classroom. Chu Ying was not familiar with the uncle at that time. She turned her head to look at the teacher uneasily. The young Chinese teacher was also looking at her, but his expression was indescribable panic and pity.

From then on, Chu Ying remembered this expression, because in the next two months, everyone she could see in her little world was looking at her with such an expression.

That summer, the bus carrying her father and mother to the city overturned on the highway, and most of the people on the bus died, including Chu Yings parents.

The second incident happened three months after her parents funeral. Chu Ying still remembered that it was a long-lost sunny day. The rain had just stopped, and the red hibiscus planted by her mother in the yard entered the last stage of its flowering period. It was bright red, burning peoples eyes. Chu Ying, who was awakened, rubbed her sleepy eyes and stood at the door of the main hall, curiously looking at the boy squatting among the flowers.

The boy also noticed Chu Ying, and he smiled and waved at Chu Ying.

Chu Ying suddenly became shy. No one had changed her clothes for several months, and they were dirty and smelly.

The boy wearing beautiful sneakers saw that she didnt move, so he trotted over and put a red hibiscus into her hand with a bright smile.

Many years later, Chu Ying always laughed at Zhou Yanyan for being able to tell a persons future at the age of three, saying that he knew how to pick other peoples flowers to please little girls at the age of ten, so dont blame God for punishing him and making him never have a romantic love in his life.

Of course, for this, the two had to fight again.

Anyway, that year, Chu Ying was taken away by Zhou Bangmin who came to the small county town to discuss adoption. On the way to F City, the ten-year-old Zhou Yanyan held her hand all the time until the car that picked them up turned smoothly into an uphill alley. Chu Ying was led out of the car, and Zhou Yanyan let go of her hand. The little man stood beside the car with his hands on his waist and shouted to the young woman running towards him: "Mom! My sister is hungry!"

Zhou Bangmin got out of the car and shouted nervously: "Suqin! Slow down!"

At that time, the still young Mrs. Zhou was wearing flip-flops. She walked straight around her biological son who opened his arms to her in the narrow downhill alley, and rushed straight to Chu Ying who looked uneasy, and hugged her tightly in her arms.

The young ladys arms were very warm. Chu Ying was greedy for that temperature, and looked up to Zhou Yanyan for help at a loss.

Zhou Yanyans nose was raised high, and he snorted heavily. His bright eyes were shining with boundless joy. He pouted and looked at his father.

Zhou Bangmin laughed loudly, leaned over and held his son on his shoulders.

So the dissatisfied Zhou Yanyan also laughed noisily.

Mrs. Zhou laughed so hard that her face was full of tears and snot. The hot liquid splashed on Chu Yings neck, burning her heart that was covered with weeds and a small flower inexplicably bloomed.

Then she smiled, a little smile.

It was the first time Chu Ying laughed after a few months, and she laughed out tears, and laughed out another window opened by God for her.