"How's your uncle, but how's your mother?"

Zhou Yamei raised her hand and patted her son's butt, and said angrily: "Since uncle is here, mom will have to step aside, right?"

"No - it's okay, mom!"

Fu Zhidong steeled himself, turned his head and looked at his mother and said, "You two are both fine."

"What if we choose the best one?"

Li Xuewu carried him into the entrance hall. While changing his slippers, he asked: "If uncle and mother fall into the river at the same time, and you have a bamboo pole in your hand, who are you going to save first?"

When Zhou Yamei heard Li Xuewu's question, she couldn't help but glared at him angrily.

Looking at my son's troubled expression, I couldn't help but want to laugh, and I also wanted to know his son's answer.

Fu Zhidong was in a dilemma. He looked at his uncle and then his mother, not knowing what to say.

"What's wrong? Are you so embarrassed?"

Zhou Yamei followed the two of them into the living room, teasing her son and asking: "Which one are you better off with, your uncle or your mother?"

Fu Zhidong blinked his eyes and looked sad, almost crying.

Li Xuewu hugged him and sat on the sofa, and asked jokingly: "Could it be that you are thinking about who will save us, and who are you hitting with the bamboo pole?"

"screw you--"

Zhou Yamei was amused by Li Xuewu's words, but she also disliked him for teaching his son badly.

Fu Zhidong shouted anxiously: "No - I want to save everyone!"

"Stop embarrassing my son—"

Zhou Yamei picked up her son and placed him on the sofa, urging Li Xuewu to wash up.

"Biaozi called in the afternoon and said he would bring his wife over for a sit-down in the morning."

Just when Li Xuewu got up and went to the bathroom, Zhou Yamei said: "Let's have stir-fried vegetables tomorrow morning. I'll make white flour pancakes and treat them to dinner."

"Who wants to come?" Li Xuewu's voice came from the bathroom, muffled.

Zhou Yamei persuaded her son to go upstairs to sleep, but Fu Zhidong insisted on waiting for his uncle.

"Say yes, just take his wife." Seeing that she couldn't persuade her son, she had no choice but to get up and help Li Xuewu make tea. Seeing her son yawning so sleepily, it was both funny and sad.

After making tea for Li Xuewu, I went to the kitchen to look at the noodles that had been distributed, which were for making pancakes tomorrow morning, as well as the dishes that had been prepared in advance.

When she came back to help Li Xuewu wash clothes, she saw her son leaning on the sofa and falling asleep. He looked so cute.

I just don’t know what I was thinking about in my sleep, and there was still a frown on my face.

At this time, Li Xuewu also finished washing up. He opened the bathroom door and was about to speak, but saw Zhou Yamei giving him a silencing gesture, and then he saw the little man on the sofa.

"Change into pajamas first, and then you can carry him upstairs. I can't carry him anymore."

Zhou Yamei handed the pajamas to Li Xuewu and went to the bathroom.

She complained softly: "I just asked him to go upstairs to sleep, but he has to wait for you."

"Well, this godson is not recognized in vain. He has met his true relatives." Li Xuewu said with a smile: "I just didn't ask who I am closer to."

"You're still talking about——"

Zhou Yamei was angry at him and said: "You have made things difficult for my son. No arithmetic problem in school is so difficult."

"Give him a warning in advance. When he asks for a wife later, be careful of being asked by his wife."

Li Xuewu changed into his pajamas, pinched Fu Zhidong's nose, and teased him for a few times without waking up, prompting Zhou Yamei to come out and slap him in the face.

"You promised to wait for me, and you also want to tell me about school."

He picked up the child with a smile and went upstairs amidst Zhou Yamei's urging.

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"You two are really loyal to me."

Zhou Yamei had tidied up the downstairs, but when she went upstairs, she saw her son sleeping in the guest bedroom, Li Xuewu's bed, snoring.

Li Xuewu was sitting on the bedside, reading his son's fairy tale book with relish.

"Come on, you can sleep with my son in your arms tonight. It's rare for me to enjoy a holiday."

"Are you done?"

Li Xuewu carefully got off the bed, glanced at Fu Zhidong, and saw that he was fast asleep. Then he walked to the door and said, "I'm afraid he will flood the Seventh Army and cross the Yangtze River again in the middle of the night."

"Go to—bad—"

Zhou Yamei was held in his arms, her hands wrapped around his neck, leaning on his broad chest, looking at her son who was sleeping soundly on the bed.

At this moment, she was indescribably satisfied.

It would be great if time could stay at this moment forever. This is the happy life she dreams of, and she longs for it extremely extravagantly.

In the past, Fu Haibo was away from home all year round and would always come and go in a hurry when he came back. She had never had such fantasies and desires.

My heart is completely focused on my son, and I can't even feel love or being loved.

Especially when her son asked where her father was, her heart felt as if a knife was being twisted.

Now the son won't ask. He knows where his father is. This is too cruel and sad for him.

It was at this time that Li Xuewu gave his son the care and protection he needed most.

He also gave her the comfort and care that was elusive even when she was completely devastated.

It is impossible to say that she has never loved Fu Haibo. Without love, Fu Zhidong would not have been born and grown.

Even at the last moment, when she was sending Fu Haibo away, she asked herself that her feelings for Haibo had never been extinguished or dissipated.

She was just disappointed with him and kept silent, not daring to take any more initiative.

Fu Haibo did the same to her. He retained his first love and affection and never had any material debt. He left too hastily and too far, leaving behind his wife and children and his true heart.

It was almost because of him that the couple ended up living on the streets, being spurned and insulted by others.

This point is none other than Li Xuewu.

It helped her retain the most basic dignity and life, helped her regain the courage and confidence in life, and gave her son the qualifications and abilities to live under the sun.

Does she love Li Xuewu?

I don’t know, I’m not sure, I dare not say.

But Zhou Yamei knew that she was not attracted by the other party's charity and help, nor was she forced by the other party's power, but because of a desperate and upward attraction.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! During that time, she was as helpless and hesitant as if she had fallen into a dry well.

It was Li Xuewu who opened the manhole cover and extended his hand to her to survive.

In the subsequent life and interactions, she saw a more straightforward and calm side of Li Xuewu, as well as a more decisive and wise side.

Therefore, she didn't know if she was in love this way, not sure if she could love, let alone say that she was qualified to love Li Xuewu.

She could only accompany him silently, wait for him to come, laugh with him, and then send him away.

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Zhou Yamei's villa is smaller than Haiyuncang Villa No. 1. There are only two rooms on the second floor, and the master bedroom has a small study room.

Compared with the small living room and large study room of No. 1 Haiyuncang, this place is more like a small western-style building in the magical city of the 1930s, exquisite and bourgeois.

In fact, the reason why there is not much difference is the trend in the historical background. After all, at that time, the Magic City was the most fashionable and cutting-edge in the country, including architecture.

At that time, the commander-in-chief's love for this style was pretty average, after all, he didn't have any preference.

But the young marshal is a top-notch high-roller in a foreign business ten miles away. The fourth young master's demeanor is unmatched by ordinary people. Naturally, this style has been passed on.

Once the door of the master bedroom is closed, it becomes a quiet private space. No matter how loud the noise is, it will not be heard by the guest rooms downstairs or even on the same floor.

Whether the sound insulation is good or not does not depend on whether the materials are advanced or not, but on the quality and quantity.

The wooden furniture and decoration of this era can be said to be passed down from generation to generation and will last a long time.

Let’s just talk about this table. One person can lie on it and it won’t break, it won’t lose its sound, and it won’t lose its shape.

No matter how hard a person bumps or shakes, there will be no creaking sound, and there will be no nails falling off or the wooden frame deforming.

Because at this time, furniture or house decoration mostly used mortise and tenon structures.

Wherever the branches of trees are inserted into each other, they are called bamboo shoots because they are full and empty.

It is called Mao when it is empty and filled.

Therefore, there is a saying called Bamboo Shoot and Toumao.

You don’t need to understand what this passage means.

You only need to know that the reason why the mortise and tenon structure is strong, durable and strong is because the tenon and the mortise are tightly connected and will not fall off no matter how much it shakes.

Of course, the tenon and tenon structure is not single and unchanged, but takes on a variety of forms.

There are mainly shoulder tenons, Bawang mortises, chuck mortises, shoulder mortises, corner mortises, etc.
To be continued...