hooklinebooks Chapter 53 We Are Not the Same
Chapter 53 We Are Not the Same
Liu Xiaoli looked at Chen Lang, her eyes filled with satisfaction and pride.
This son has never caused her any worry since he was a child.
Now, she always puts the family and her sister first.
They clearly have the ability, yet they skip directly to junior high or even high school.
But in order to be able to spend another year with his daughter, he was willing to stay in elementary school for another year.
This bond forged from childhood is truly special.
Indeed, it's best to raise a son-in-law from childhood.
"Langlang, from now on, you can make your own decisions about these things."
"Mom trusts your judgment."
Not long after dinner.
Yao Feng and his family also came.
As soon as Yao Beina entered, she pulled Liu Yifei and Chen Lang into the music room next door.
In the living room, Liu Xiaoli recounted the events that had occurred at school that day to Yao Feng again.
Yao Feng was deeply moved after hearing this.
"I really can't understand my nephew anymore."
He could hear bursts of laughter and cheerful conversation coming from the music room next door.
I felt a mixture of envy and jealousy.
He couldn't help but repeat his catchphrase, which he'd said eight hundred times.
"Sigh, such a good son-in-law, how come that brat An Shaokang beat me to it back then?"
"It's all Shen Jingfang's fault!"
Liu Xiaoli just smiled when she heard that.
We really have to thank An Shaokang for this.
If he hadn't insisted on bringing Chen Lang, who was just born, to be breastfed back then, none of this would be what it is today.
……
In the music room.
The three children were huddled together, chattering away.
Liu Yifei excitedly boasted to Yao Beina about what he had seen and heard at school that day.
When they heard that they wouldn't have to do homework anymore.
Yao Beina's eyes were full of envy.
"That's great."
"I have to do my homework until very late every day."
She glanced at Chen Lang, who was fiddling with a guitar beside her, sighed, and said with deep regret.
"Sigh, I wish my brother could skip straight to junior high."
"Wouldn't it be great if you came to our No. 45 Middle School, the same school as me?"
Liu Yifei didn't like hearing that and immediately puffed out her chest in rebuttal.
"No, Langlang has to stay with me!"
Yao Beina smiled and tapped her forehead.
"Why should I?"
"Langlang is also my brother, why should he only accompany you?"
Liu Yifei panicked and blurted out.
"That's different!"
"Lang Yazi is my male general!"
"A male general?"
Yao Beina was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening.
This is what "husband" means in Wuhan dialect.
She covered her mouth, pointed at Liu Yifei, and laughed nonstop.
"How embarrassing!"
"She's so young, and she's already thinking about getting married."
Liu Yifei seemed a little embarrassed by what was said.
Although I don't quite understand the specific meaning of the word "marry".
But subconsciously, I also felt that this was something to be ashamed of.
She stamped her foot, unsure how to retort.
Chen Lang came over and helped the young wife out of the predicament.
He reached out and put his arm around Liu Yifei's smooth shoulder, looking at Yao Beina with a smile on his face.
"Sister, weren't we born as wives and generals?"
"Eating together, sleeping together, and playing together—it's only a matter of time."
His movements and words were incredibly natural, as if he were stating something perfectly reasonable.
Liu Yifei turned to look at Chen Lang, tilting her head slightly.
That seems to be true; my grandparents have always said that since I was little.
The shyness I felt vanished instantly.
Feeling a bit hot from Chen Lang's embrace, she twisted her body and gave him a sharp elbow to the chest.
"Ugh, it's so hot! Don't sit next to me."
Chen Lang feigned an "Ouch!" and fell backward, rolling onto the ground.
Liu Yifei grinned and pounced on him, riding on his back.
Chen Lang flipped her over and threw her off, and the two began to wrestle.
Yao Beina smiled as she watched the two of them being so intimate.
But a strange, sour feeling welled up inside me.
She genuinely likes this younger brother.
In addition, her unreliable father was constantly nagging her.
"What a pity, such a good son-in-law was snatched away by your Aunt Li."
After hearing it so much, she inevitably started to have some thoughts in her mind that she couldn't even explain herself.
The thirteen-year-old girl has already entered puberty.
Many things have begun to become hazy and subtle.
The playful fight in the music room ended with Liu Yifei being pinned to the ground by Chen Lang and tickled for a long time.
The little girl laughed until tears streamed down her face, and she begged for mercy breathlessly.
As Yao Beina watched from the side, the smile on her face unconsciously faded a little.
After seeing Yao Feng and his family off.
Looking at the two children still in the living room, their cheeks flushed with laughter, Liu Xiaoli felt a wave of tenderness wash over her.
She pulled Liu Yifei into her arms and wiped the sweat from her forehead.
"Alright, it's getting late."
"You have school tomorrow, go take a shower and go to bed."
……
Early the next morning.
Just as Chen Lang picked up his Walkman, preparing to repeat his old trick.
Liu Yifei, who was on the lower bunk, had actually sat up on his own.
She rubbed her eyes and yawned, looking a little dazed.
But I did wake up.
Chen Lang was somewhat surprised.
"Wow, has the sun risen in the west?"
Liu Yifei rolled her eyes at him without saying a word, and climbed out of bed to find clothes to wear.
Chen Lang followed her out of the room.
The atmosphere at the breakfast table was somewhat awkward.
Liu Yifei buried his head in his porridge, not saying a word.
Even his favorite fried dough sticks, he only ate half of one.
This girl is still shy about what I said last night about a male general.
The little girl's thoughts are so simple yet so complicated.
He acts on a whim; he was having a great time last night, but then he went to sleep thinking about something else entirely.
After breakfast, the two of them went to school together with their schoolbags on their backs.
Throughout the journey, Liu Yifei deliberately kept a small distance from Chen Lang.
They weren't far apart, but they weren't as close as they usually were.
Chen Lang didn't point it out.
Leave her alone for a while, and she'll be fine on her own.
Sure enough, before they even reached the school, Liu Yifei complained that Chen Lang was walking too slowly, so the two of them held hands and dragged each other along.
The atmosphere in the classroom was no different from yesterday.
Teacher Li Xue is still on the podium, patiently teaching pinyin.
She did not express any special feelings towards Chen Lang and Liu Yifei.
Skipping a grade involves complicated procedures, requiring reporting at each level and holding meetings for discussion; it can't be done in just a day or two.
Chen Lang wasn't in a hurry; he took two books out of his bag.
A sixth-grade Chinese textbook was placed on Liu Yifei's desk.
After Liu Yifei opened it, she began to read it with great interest.
She also took out a pen and made notes on it from time to time.
The other book is an original English novel with two words printed on the cover.
"Gone with the Wind".
Chen Lang opened the book and began to read quietly.
Teacher Li Xue led the whole class in reading the text while walking back and forth in the classroom.
She stopped when she walked up to Liu Yifei and glanced at the books on her desk.
I saw that Liu Yifei was not only reading attentively, but also making annotations under some paragraphs with a pen.
A satisfied nod appeared on Li Xue's face.
Then, she walked over to Chen Lang's side.
When her gaze fell on the book on Chen Lang's desk, which was covered with letters that looked like gibberish.
She glanced at it once, and the corner of her mouth twitched involuntarily.
She could only recognize the Chinese title of the book from the large, artistic font on the cover.
Gone with the wind, or as Gone with the Wind.
As for the contents, she didn't recognize a single one of the densely packed English letters.
On the platform, she was leading a group of seven- or eight-year-old children in reciting pinyin.
Below the podium, another eight-year-old child was reading a world classic entirely in English.
This scene is really quite eerie.
She took a deep breath and continued walking forward as if nothing had happened.