Chapter 4 He flirted with Huang Baihan before getting off the car, and Chen was in a very happy mood. The two are still the same as before, and rebirth seems to have added a sense of "seeing each other for the first time after a long absence, intimate and fresh" to their friendship. However, when he followed his memory and came to the familiar neighborhood, Chen Zhuo couldn't help but feel uneasy. "Will it be difficult to adapt to seeing my parents who are much younger than me again?" Standing at the door, he raised and put his arm down again, hesitated for several times, and then gritted his teeth and knocked on the door "dong dong dong". "I'm home!" Not long after, a middle-aged woman came over and opened the door. She was in her forties, of medium height, with some faint crow's feet at the corners of her eyes. After seeing Chen Zhe, she was probably happy and couldn't help but smile. The crow's feet also stretch out gently like a blooming lotus.

This is the mother, Mao Xiaoqin, who works in the emergency department of the Municipal People’s Hospital. When Mao Xiaoqin was young, she often had to be on duty. Now that she has a professional title and there are a large number of young doctors rotating in the emergency department, she basically only needs to work during the day. She also happens to have time to take care of Chen Zhe, a high school graduate. "Mom~." Chen called out incoherently and walked into the house with his head lowered. The living room still looks the same as I remember. Not only has the furniture arrangement not changed, even the faint smell of oil smoke coming from the kitchen is so familiar. "Have a glass of milk first." Mao Xiaoqin took out the freshly heated milk bread. She calculated the time every day and prepared it in advance before the evening self-study class. Boys in the third year of high school are in the period of physical growth and they use their brains too much during their studies. They are used to eating something after evening self-study, otherwise they will be very hungry in the middle of the night. Chen watched his mother carry out a glass of milk and subconsciously stood up and reached out to take it. "No hurries!" Mao Xiaoqin gently patted the back of his hand: "It's still hot, wait until it cools down before drinking it." "Ah." Chen rubbed his nose and felt a little sore in the corners of his eyes. Mother’s scolding, the fragrant milk, the familiar living room...all of these are like the star in memory. Its huge attraction pulls Chen Zhuo from 2024 back to 2007. Unconsciously, Chen felt a warm current in his heart, slowly soothing the uneasiness and anxiety after his rebirth. For a moment while drinking the milk, he seemed to have completely immersed himself in this 17-year-old body. "mom." Chen swallowed a mouthful of bread, and the second "Mom" was obviously much smoother. He looked around and didn't see his father, so he asked, "Where's my dad?" Mao Xiaoqin curled her lips and said, "I guess he has another social event. Don't worry about him. He seems to be away from home all day." My father Chen Peisong is a deputy director of a street office. His rank is not high, but he has a lot of miscellaneous tasks to do. Chen can understand this kind of busyness very well, as he was in the same state when he was working on poverty alleviation at the grassroots level.

Chen was a little excited when he first saw his father after his rebirth. He didn't know what to say, so after asking about his father's whereabouts, he just drank milk quietly. Mao Xiaoqin didn't care. She sat across the table and looked at her only son with a smile. She was quite satisfied with her son. He had good grades, was tall, and didn't cause trouble. He never gave her any worries from childhood to adulthood. He is also quite patient in doing things, which is consistent with the meaning of the name "Chenzhe" that gave him the name, Chenzhe = calm. If you really want to find fault with him, it's that he's too introverted and honest. Over the years, I've never heard him talk about which girl is pretty, or chase after a celebrity. It seems that the only thing in his world is "learning". He is the kind of "other people's child". Over the years, whenever Mao Xiaoqin talks about her son, her face is full of pride. However, Mao Xiaoqin sometimes thinks that "love to study, obedient, and honest" are advantages in junior high school and high school, but when entering college and stepping into society, more comprehensive qualities are needed to support them. Mao Xiaoqin tore open a small piece of bread, placed it in front of Chen Zhuo, and then said casually: "After you get into college, mom will give you a suggestion. You might as well go to the student union to train yourself. Good academic performance is only one aspect. Excellent talents must develop in many aspects." Chen was stunned for a moment. Although he also had this plan, for a deputy director like me, joining the student union could not be called "training". Wouldn’t it be more accurate to use the word “guidance”? Mao Xiaoqin looked at her son's expression and thought he was resisting, so she smiled and said, "When your father and I first met, he always stuttered when speaking in meetings. Now he can speak for three hours straight without beating around the bush. Mom thinks that joining the student union can still be a good exercise." "Three hours of speaking without a script?" Chen thought to himself that he could do it, too. It was nothing more than focusing on set words in theory and parallelism in speech. As long as he mastered these set words, he could speak fluently without a script. However, he didn't want to argue with his mother, so he nodded and said, "We'll talk about it later." ······ After drinking the milk, I returned to the bedroom. What caught my eye was a desk with slightly peeling paint and a sticker of Son Goku's Super Saiyan 2 from Dragon Ball on the table. Chen flipped through here and touched there. Every corner of the bedroom carried his growth trajectory. The small table lamp with a not very sensitive switch was the witness of countless figures writing furiously late at night. "correct!" Chen Zhuo suddenly thought of something, then bent down and took out the diary hidden in the drawer. What does it feel like to reread your high school diary when you are over 30? Looking at those immature, sensitive, inferior and proud words, Chen almost dug his toes through the floor. As expected, who would write a diary if they were serious? It is also possible that I am not a serious person at heart, but my later career choice forced me to become a serious person. After flipping through the diary, Chen Zhuo started fiddling with a BBK repeater on the desk. This is really an old item. It has been gradually eliminated after 2010. However, for children from ordinary families today, this repeater that costs more than yuan is still very practical. Not only can he practice his English listening skills, but he can also secretly listen to pop music. Chen bought a lot of Jay Chou's genuine tapes and Mayday's pirated tapes. Time passed by little by little as he reminisced about the past. It was not until his mother urged him to take a shower that Chen opened the door reluctantly. "Here are the changes of clothes." Mao Xiaoqin casually stuffed a pile of fragrant clothes into Chen's hands. Chen took a look and found that there was still his boxer briefs. He suddenly remembered that before he went to college, it seemed that his mother helped wash all his clothes. I didn't think there was anything wrong with it before, but now it's a bit embarrassing. "mom."

Chen called Mao Xiaoqin and said embarrassedly: "I will wash my underwear myself from now on." Mao Xiaoqin seemed a little surprised, but did not agree: "The college entrance examination is coming soon, you should use the time you spend doing laundry on studying, and you don't need to do housework for the time being." Chen sighed silently. Maybe in his mother's eyes, there was almost no difference between a son in high school and a son in elementary school. Even if he was naked, it was nothing strange. After everything was ready and he went to bed, even though it was just past 11 o'clock, Chen Zhe felt waves of sleepiness coming over him. After he started working, Chen often worked overtime until late and was under a lot of pressure. He would even think about work when he closed his eyes. He gradually developed severe neurasthenia and sleep disorders. This young body did not have these problems at all and fell asleep as soon as it touched the pillow. I don’t know how long it had been, but Chen Zhuo, who was sleeping soundly, felt the bedroom door being pushed open, and at the same time, there was a strong smell of alcohol. It must be my father who has come back. Old Chen stood silently at the door for a while, then left quietly. The lights were turned off at night, but my father and mother were both waiting outside. I was only seventeen years old this year. Chen Zhue slept very soundly this time. ······ (Chen Chu is getting used to life after rebirth. Thank you for your tips and monthly tickets. I'll write another chapter before it goes on sale. Follow-up reading is very important. Please support me. It is usually updated at 12 noon and 8 pm.) (End of this chapter)