People in the alley: A woman dressed as a man shouldn't be foolishly filial, Zhuang Chaoying

Huang Ling tilted her head slightly and boldly kissed Zhuang Chaoying on the lips, then slowly closed her eyes.

Zhuang Chaoying was startled by this sudden act of intimacy. She stared wide-eyed in the darkness, trying to focus, and stared straight at Huang Ling's face. For a moment, her mind went blank, and she couldn't react at all.

After a moment of stunned silence, he slowly responded to the kiss, guided by Huang Ling, his movements somewhat awkward and clumsy.

Just as Huang Ling's hand reached for her back, Zhuang Chaoying seemed to be suddenly awakened by a bucket of cold water. He abruptly sat up, his voice trembling with restraint: "Ah Ling, it's better not to. It's not good to stay at Mom and Dad's house."

Huang Ling, seemingly in a huff, ignored him and turned her back to Zhuang Chaoying.

Zhuang Chaoying lay flat on the bed, his mind a jumble of thoughts. He carefully moved toward Ah Ling.

When there was no gap between them, he felt the warmth emanating from Ah Ling's body.

Subconsciously touching her lips, she couldn't help but smile; this was her first kiss.

I was so nervous, so excited, and so embarrassed just now.

His heart pounded for a long time.

She secretly raised her head and peeked inside at Ah Ling.

After hesitating for a long time, he lowered his head and gently kissed her face.

Under the surge of these emotions, his optimized body experienced strange sensations. He panicked and quickly recited "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form" in his mind for ten minutes before the impulse gradually subsided.

He sighed helplessly. This body is really hard to control at times. No wonder people say that men think with their lower bodies.

Now I truly understand this feeling of being out of control.

The next day, Zhuang Chaoying was still asleep when she was jolted awake by Tu Nan and Xiao Ting's cheerful shouts. "Dad, get up, get up!"

Zhuang Chaoying slowly opened her eyes, her vision still a little blurry. She reached for her glasses by the pillow and put them on, her voice hoarse from just waking up: "Xiaoting, what time is it?"

"Dad, it's already eight o'clock!"

Zhuang Chaoying sat up and stretched. "Tu Nan, Xiao Ting, where's Mom?"

Like a little adult, Tu Nan took Zhuang Chaoying's sweater and said, "Mom is helping Grandma make breakfast."

Zhuang Chaoying smiled as he took the sweater his son handed him, then quickly put on his pants.

I quickly tidied my hair; it's gotten a bit long and is blocking my eyes. I'll go back and get a neat haircut.

I left the room and went straight to the toilet.

When I came out of the bathroom, the food was already on the table.

Huang's mother looked at Zhuang Chaoying and gestured for him to sit down: "Chaoying, your father and I will see you off later. These are pastries your father specially bought for you yesterday, as well as snacks for the children. Take them home and enjoy them."

Zhuang Chaoying quickly stepped forward to take the porridge: "Thank you, Dad, Mom!"

Mr. Huang took a sip of porridge and swallowed it: "Don't be so polite with us. You have two vacations as a teacher. When you have free time, bring Tu Nan and Xiao Ting back to visit your mother and me."

Zhuang Chaoying nodded vigorously: "Dad, Mom, don't worry, we will definitely come back often as long as we have time."

Xiaoting's eyes were red: "Grandpa, Grandma, Xiaoting can't bear to leave you!"

Looking at her adorable granddaughter, Huang's mother used her chopsticks to pick up a fried egg and put it in Xiaoting's bowl: "My dear, Grandma will miss you and Tunan too!"

After breakfast, everyone started packing their luggage.

Zhuang Chaoying carried two heavy bags, following behind Huang's parents and Huang Ling.

Huang's mother hugged her daughter and two grandchildren tightly, unwilling to let go for a long time, with tears glistening in her eyes: "Ah Ling, come back and visit whenever you have time. Your father often talks about you."

As she spoke, she quickly stuffed a wad of bills into her daughter's pocket.

Huang Ling realized what was happening and quickly took out the money. Upon closer inspection, she saw that the wad of cash contained at least fifty yuan. She hurriedly stuffed the money back into her mother's hands, saying, "Mom, I can't take this money! Life is much better now. I manage Chao Ying's salary, and I've even saved quite a bit. You keep this money for yourself! You and Dad should buy more good food from time to time."

Huang's mother couldn't persuade the stubborn Huang Ling: "Fine, as long as you're doing well, your father and I will be at ease."

Huang's mother squatted down again, hugged Xiaoting and Tunan tightly, and kissed their rosy little faces hard.

The two elderly people stood by the roadside, their eyes fixed on the car. As the car slowly started moving, their figures grew smaller and smaller, but they continued to stand there waving until the car completely disappeared at the end of the road.

Huang's mother clutched a handkerchief tightly in her hand, gently wiping away the tears that kept welling up in her eyes, sobbing, "Ah Ling, once you leave, I don't know when you'll be back! As your mother, I feel so empty inside, I just miss my child."

Mr. Huang also turned his head away. He was also experiencing a mix of emotions, but he forced himself to hold them back.

He reached out and gently patted the old woman's shoulder to comfort her: "It's alright, Ah Ling will come back. Let's go home! She's already gone far away."

Huang Ling sat in the car by the window, looking at her parents' standing figures through the glass, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

Tu Nan leaned against Huang Ling. "Mom, don't cry. We'll come see Grandpa and Grandma again next winter break!"

Xiaoting nestled sensibly beside her mother, wiping away her tears with her beloved little handkerchief: "Mommy, don't cry, Xiaoting wants to cry too when you cry!"

Huang Ling took a deep breath and forced a smile: "Mom, don't cry!"

The car drove smoothly on the highway, and the scenery outside the window kept receding.

Just like when they arrived, the two children fell into a deep sleep not long after getting in the car.

Xiaoting and Tunan were woken up when the car came to a complete stop.

Tu Nan rubbed his eyes and asked sleepily, "Dad, are we there yet?"

As Zhuang Chaoying packed her luggage, she replied, "We've arrived, it's time to get off!"

The family of four reappeared at the gate of the courtyard. Zhuang Chaoying smiled and said, "Ah Ling, let's go home!"

Huang Ling gently turned the key, and with a click, the door opened. She then smiled, pushed open the bedroom door, and let out a long sigh of relief: "Finally home!"

When Lin Dongzhe returned from playing outside, he had just stepped into the yard when he noticed that the door to the house next door was open.

Her eyes lit up, and she hurriedly ran over to open her own door. "Brother Tu Nan, Xiao Ting! Uncle Zhuang, Aunt Huang, hello!" Her voice was filled with undisguised excitement.

Zhuang Chaoying responded with a smile, "Okay! Tu Nan and Xiao Ting are packing their things."

It's often said that things smell better from afar, and that's absolutely true.

Xiaoting was worried that she would become estranged from her friends after being away for a while, but when she saw Lin Dongzhe, she was filled with longing.

The three children hugged each other happily as soon as they met.

Lin Dongzhe grinned: "Tu Nan, Xiao Ting, I missed you guys!"

That look was sincere and adorable.

Looking at the three children's innocent faces, Zhuang Chaoying smiled slightly and then turned around to continue helping A-Ling tidy up her clothes. She carefully folded and arranged each piece of clothing neatly, and then tidied up her manuscript paper, smoothing the edges of the papers covered with writing and stacking them in order.

Afterwards, he sorted and placed the pastries and snacks he had brought back one by one.

When Song Ying came home from get off work, she immediately saw that the light was on in the next room.

With a renewed sense of purpose, he quickly walked to Huang Ling's door and gently knocked.

"Knock knock knock! Sister Ling!"

Huang Ling was tidying up inside when she heard Song Ying's familiar voice. A smile immediately appeared on her face, and she hurriedly went over to open the door. "Song Ying, come in quickly!"

As soon as Song Ying entered the room, she grabbed Huang Ling's hand and said, "Sister Ling, I've missed you, Tu Nan, and Xiao Ting so much!"

Huang Ling gently patted Song Ying's arm: "I'm back now. Your Dongzhe said the same thing to Tu Nan and Xiao Ting. You two really are mother and son, you even say the same thing."

Song Ying smiled a little shyly: "Oh, Sister Ling!"

"You sit first."

Then he turned around, walked to the luggage area, grabbed a bag of pastries, and handed it to Song Ying. "These are specialties from my hometown. Take them back and try them!"

Song Ying quickly accepted the pastries with both hands: "Sister Ling, then I won't be polite, thank you Sister Ling!"

Huang Ling waved her hand: "You're welcome!"

Huang Ling continued tidying up her daughter's clothes, thinking that she would wash them when the weather was nice.

She instinctively rummaged through her clothes pockets and found something in one of them.

Her fingers tightened slightly as she took it out and saw that it was the money her mother had given her earlier.

At that moment, her mind was instantly filled with the image of her parents' reluctant eyes, their caring words of advice, and the act of secretly slipping her money.

His eyes instantly reddened, and tears welled up uncontrollably, falling drop by drop onto the money in his hand, wetting the thin banknotes.

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