The Joy of Rebirth

When Lan Muxi walked into the laundry room with her schoolbag on her back, Qiao Qinqin changed her gentle smile, frowned, and secretly murmured in her heart - her daughter must have fallen in love early, where did she get the shirt from? [First text]

Lan Muxi turned on the water from the faucet, and after thinking about it, she put the clothes in the washing machine and stirred it for ten minutes. Although the machine was only running, she did not leave because she was afraid that her mother would come and peek at the clothes in the washing machine.

When the time comes, my family will definitely misunderstand, and I won’t be able to clean myself up even if I jumped into the Yellow River.

Ten minutes later, Lan Muxi took out Ye Bihuang's shirt, put it in a basin, added a spoonful of washing powder, and kneaded it with her delicate hands.

This is the first time in her life that she has washed clothes for a man. It is also almost the first time in Lan Muxi's life that she has washed such a large piece of clothing.

Ye Bihuang should be happy and proud of this first time.

After rubbing for ten minutes and moving the area stained by orange juice many times, Lan Muxi took out the shirt from the basin, changed several buckets of water to rinse the clothes clean, and twisted the shirt with his hands.

Until there is no more water dripping.

The last step is to hang the shirt on a hanger.

Secretly, he turned on the hair dryer placed outside the laundry room and plugged it in to dry Ye Bihuang's clothes.

The sound of the hair dryer was loud, and Qiao Qinqin, who was sitting in the living room, could naturally hear it. She frowned more and more. Her daughter's behavior today was really strange. If there was nothing wrong with her, why should she dry the laundry as soon as possible?

What? It must be to hide it.

Crunch——

Lan Muchi's father, Lan Yuming, came back. He took off his suit and hung it on the clothes rack at the door. He put on his slippers and was about to go to the bedroom.

But he saw his wife hurriedly coming from the living room, holding his arm and motioning for the two of them to go into the bedroom to talk.

"What's wrong? Qinqin?" Although Lan Yuming and Qiao Qinqin have been married for more than ten years, the relationship between the two is still very good. Lan Mingyu loves his wife very much and always calls for her life.

"Lao Lan, our daughter may have fallen in love prematurely."

Qiao Qinqin is very polite.

"What did you say?" Lan Yuming was very surprised. His daughter has always been well-behaved, how could she fall in love prematurely? I'm afraid his wife is a thorn in her side.

Qiao Qinqin told her husband everything about her daughter's behavior without adding anything. But as Qiao Qinqin narrated, Lan Yuming frowned slightly: "If our daughter really falls in love prematurely, it may affect her studies.

But we can’t do it forcefully, because if we do it forcefully, the impact will definitely be greater.”

The two of them had a common view on this matter. Qiao Qinqin nodded and said, "In order to confirm the authenticity of this matter, I will go to her room to get the clothes after Mu Xi goes to bed."

"Okay." Lan Yuming cherishes his daughter very much and takes this matter very seriously.

Lan Muchi sat quietly at her desk, finishing her homework one stroke at a time, neatly putting the books in her schoolbag, and then folding Ye Bihuang's shirt and putting it in her schoolbag.

As usual, after washing up and saying good night to her parents, she went to bed.

12 o'clock midnight.

Normally, Qiao Qinqin should have gone to bed long ago, but today's events made her so upset that she couldn't sleep at all.

When he came to the door of his daughter's room, he opened the door gently and found that his daughter was already asleep, so he quietly stole the schoolbag on her desk.

"Old Lan, look, these are the clothes your daughter brought back to be washed. They were all dried with a hair dryer." Qiao Qinqin took out the shirt from her schoolbag, her face became ugly, and there was no doubt that her daughter was washing it.

The clothes are boys' clothes. There is no need to think about what washing boys' clothes means these days.

Lan Yuming picked up the shirt, observed it carefully for a while and said: "The collar and sleeves of this shirt are very worn out, and the buttons have been re-mended. It must be a shirt bought a long time ago. The label on the collar is still there.

Now, it means that the person wearing this dress doesn't care about whether it is comfortable or not, as long as it can be worn. He must be a child from a poor family. However, if you want more detailed data, you still need to get it to the laboratory for testing.

....." Before he finished speaking, Lan Yuming was pushed on the arm by Qiao Qinqin.

Qiao Qinqin looked at her husband sideways: "You're doing your old habits again. This is not a police station."

Lan Yuming smiled awkwardly and put his shirt on the table: "Let me finish, I have some new discoveries."

Qiao Qinqin nodded.

"There are traces of drinks spilled on this shirt. Although it has been washed very lightly, it was still smelled and touched deliberately. I guess our daughter is not in puppy love. It is probably because she accidentally stained other people's clothes.

Take it back and wash it." Lan Yuming chuckled, "Our daughter is quite well-behaved and considerate. She is willing to wash other people's clothes even if they make them dirty. It shows that our daughter is not arrogant!"

Qiao Qinqin glanced at the shirt on the table suspiciously and said: "No matter what, you are suspected of puppy love. My good daughter, what's wrong with you...don't do anything stupid."

Lan Yuming said: "Even in the worst case scenario, if my daughter really falls in love early, we can never force her to intervene. We don't know what the consequences will be if forced. The worst plan is to pick her up in the morning and evening, and pay close attention to her on Saturdays and Sundays.

Don't disturb her wherever she goes, and don't bother her as long as she doesn't do anything outrageous... Otherwise, she may become rebellious and even her parents may not want her."

"Hey." Qiao Qinqin sighed deeply.

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The Ye family is now impoverished. Since Ye Junfeng stepped down, his parents have become workers. They are busy with work and come home late every day. Ye Bihuang lives on his own and has learned how to cook, wash clothes and do housework. In just one year,

He has become a family man.

The washing machine in Ye Bihuang's home was very difficult to use, and he was not willing to use it. Finally, after much thought, he found a washing tub, poured washing powder into it, and washed the clothes manually.

What? You asked Ye Bihuang what clothes to wash? Of course they were the clothes that Lan Muxi lent Ye Bihuang to wear.

Although Ye Bihuang only wore it for less than half a day, the clothes were still new and there were no dust or stains at all, but at least Ye Bihuang had also worn these clothes.

The beauties have put down their modesty to help you wash your clothes. If you have worn other people's clothes, you should help them wash them. Ye Bihuang doesn't know what other people think, but that's what he thinks anyway.

After Ye Bihuang finally washed the clothes, he wrung them dry with his hands and put them on the clothes drying rack. However, he found that the clothes would not be dry tomorrow.

But what should I do if I have to give the clothes to Lan Muchi tomorrow?

Ye Bihuang's mind turned around, and he rummaged through the cabinets and took out an old hair dryer, which his mother often used to blow her hair in the past.

I remember that at the beginning, the Ye family lived in a house with three bedrooms and one living room, a bathroom and a bathroom, and their living conditions were pretty good. Who would have expected that they would be back before liberation overnight.

Ye Bihuang's own books, words he had written, and the hair dryer his mother had used came to his mind. He was thirty-five or six years old, homeless, and had lost his job, so he returned to his own life.

In the dilapidated house, I held onto the only thing my mother had ever used, the hair dryer, and cried against my head.

Now that he is reborn and his parents are still alive, everything is like a dream, which makes Ye Bihuang feel so unreal.

"Well, now that I'm reborn, I have to change everything in the past, change the facts that were originally set, and make my life and the lives of my parents more brilliant." Ye Bihuang thought with some melancholy. In short, after his rebirth, he felt that

The future is full of hope.

The hair dryer reluctantly replaced the dryer. Anyway, clothes would dry faster if there was a little wind. After working for more than 20 minutes, he finally dried Lan Muxi's clothes, then put them outside to dry again, and dried the rest.

Moisture is driven away.

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