Chapter 73: Exclusive of Jinjiang 1/2

Song Fuzhi and Shi Zhang watched in astonishment as the door slowly closed in front of them and Mrs. Wang reached out to close it.

In the last half-second, Song Fuzhi saw Mrs. Wang’s calm expression.

Mrs. Wang remained calm, but the two men in their thirties were almost out of breath.

Especially Shi Zhang, who stood in front of the two elders for several minutes wearing a wig, colored contact lenses, and this outfit.

After the door closed, the two of them seemed not to have recovered, remaining silent for several seconds.

Then they turned their heads together, seeing each other’s vacant expressions.

Song Fuzhi pulled Shi Zhang aside and turned to go back inside. “What are you still staring at? Change your clothes quickly.”

The door was ajar, and whatever was said inside could be heard outside.

The two kids were anxious to remedy the situation, and then they heard Mrs. Wang shouting from outside, “What’s the point of changing? Are your takeouts getting cold?”

This remark stopped them.

Hearing Mrs. Wang’s tone, which was quite indifferent and no different from usual, Song Fuzhi didn’t know why but suddenly felt relieved.

Song Fuzhi stood by the door, thought for a moment, and asked, “Aren’t you scared?”

Mrs. Wang said, “Not really; Zhang has a good figure.”

“Phew.”

Song Fuzhi couldn’t help but laugh and look at Shi Zhang.

Shi Zhang still looked a bit flustered.

“Okay, it’s fine.” Song Fuzhi patted Shi Zhang’s arm, trying to soothe him.

“I’ll open the door now,” Song Fuzhi shouted outside.

It’s disrespectful to let parents stand at the door like this.

Whether the room is a heavenly palace or a circus, whether they are heavenly soldiers or demons, leaving parents hanging outside is not right. They should be invited inside first.

But before opening the door, Song Fuzhi glanced at the series of flower-like kisses on Shi Zhang’s chest and suddenly broke into a cold sweat.

Damn, I forgot about this.

I was praying that the parents didn’t see it.

Song Fuzhi quickly took out a coat from the room for Shi Zhang to put on. Shi Zhang hadn’t fully recovered yet after mechanically putting on the clothes.

“Zip it up,” Song Fuzhi said softly.

Shi Zhang zipped it up, covering the red marks.

Song Fuzhi opened the door with a kind of courage that seemed to embrace death.

Since the two outside were his closest family, and since they had already been directly caught, there was no need to be awkward. There is no need to hide anything.

The door opened again, and Mrs. Wang had already returned to her usual calm expression. Only Mr. Song, when he saw his son’s outfit, couldn’t help but be shocked for a moment.

Song Fuzhi took the food from his dad’s hand and gave a faint smile. “Thank you, come in.”

Mrs. Wang had already changed into slippers. Mr. Song hesitated at the door, looked up at the two imposing figures inside the room, supported the door, and asked sincerely, “Can mortals enter?”

Shi Zhang had been a little nervous all along, but Song Fuzhi’s words made him laugh, releasing half of the tension in his heart.

Mrs. Wang clicked her tongue impatiently, pulled her old man into the room, and said, “Stop fooling around.”

Although mortals were inside, the two gods still stood there obediently, not daring to move.

Song Fuzhi respectfully said, “Mom and Dad, why did you suddenly come here?”

Mrs. Wang gave him a sideways glance and said, “Didn’t I tell you clearly? We made sausages, bought clothes for you, and happened to pass by to give you the things, so you wouldn’t have to run around later.”

Song Fuzhi was stunned for a moment. He remembered that when he answered the phone, he was still in shock from seeing the flower specimens.

Fine, it was his own fault.

Mrs. Wang opened their takeout and frowned. “Barbecue, fried rice, roasted chicken—is this all you eat? No greens at all.”

Song Fuzhi scratched his nose and asked, “Isn’t it convenient?”

“Convenient,” Mrs. Wang asked. “Do you have something else to do later?”

After a pause, she continued on her own, “Oh, you want to take photos, right?”

Song Fuzhi was a bit surprised and nodded.

Dr. Song stood beside her with a hesitant expression, while Teacher Wang seized a precious ten seconds to explain to her husband, “Cosplay is when real people dress up as characters from books or comics.”

Teacher Wang’s English pronunciation was not very accurate, but she explained it like giving a lecture, with style.

After she finished, she turned to look at Shi Zhang and asked, “Did I say it right?”

Shi Zhang nodded hurriedly and said, “Yes.”

Dr. Song suddenly realized, “Oh, I’ve done that too. I dressed up as Zhao Yun.”

Both Song Fuzhi and Shi Zhang looked puzzled, and Teacher Wang smiled and said, “That’s a different thing. Your dad is talking about a performance they had in their unit before, where he performed a scene from Peking Opera, ‘Empty City Stratagem.'”

Indeed, it was a different thing, but it had a similar vibe, and everyone laughed.

“So, how did you two…” Mrs. Wang circled around them and finally focused on Song Fuzhi, “develop this recent interest?”

This referred to the broad culture of the second dimension.

Song Fuzhi said, “It’s not recent.” After hesitating for a moment, he looked at her mother and said, “I’ve liked it for a long time, but I only started playing by myself recently.”

Wang Huiling was surprised. “How long ago? Since college?”

Song Fuzhi smiled and said, “Since high school. And can you believe it? Back then, I liked it because I saw the comics you confiscated. It turns out the one I read back then was by Shi Zhang.”

Wang Huiling: “…”

Dr. Song, who had just realized this, chuckled, “So, your mom has played matchmaker twice.”

Being a matchmaker for her own son twice, it was quite a story.

However, Mrs. Wang’s focus was on something else. She frowned slightly and said, “We never knew.”

Song Fuzhi smiled lightly and said, “I never told you.”

Wang Huiling sighed softly, somewhat regretful. “Your father and I thought you had no interests. From college to work, you didn’t go out to play or date, which worried us.”

Oops, his previously uninteresting life was exposed by his mom again. Song Fuzhi glanced at Shi Zhang and saw him looking at him gently.

“It’s because we didn’t have time to accompany you before,” Wang Huiling regretted.

She slowly said, “I had a class before, and many students in the class liked to read comics and such. Before their college entrance exams, I gave each of them a small item, like a small ornament.”

Wang Huiling gestured with her fingers, indicating it was just a few centimeters high, probably one of those small capsule toys.

“Doraemon. Because I hoped they could all have Doraemon’s pocket, granting their wishes and making everything go smoothly.”

Wang Huiling looked at Song Fuzhi with apologies and regret in her eyes. “I gave so many things to my students; I understood their preferences, but I didn’t know my own son also liked them.”

In the golden period of a child’s growth, she didn’t participate much. It was something she regretted but couldn’t get back.

Song Fuzhi stayed silent for two seconds, then called out, “Mom,” and said, “It’s not your fault…”

The older Song Fuzhi became and the longer she worked as a teacher, the more he understood her parents.

The missing care from the past couldn’t be compensated, and Song Fuzhi wasn’t saying she forgave; she was saying she understood.

He squeezed Shi Zhang’s hand and said to Wang Huiling, “Without Teacher Wang back then, I wouldn’t have met Shi Zhang now.”

Shi Zhang smiled and agreed. If it weren’t for Teacher Wang back then, he might still be wandering in that small town.

Shi Zhang called her “Mom,” paused for a few seconds, and then called her “Teacher Wang.” “You’ve made many students remember you for a lifetime because you gave us a second home.”

Wang Huiling leaned back on the sofa, her faint smile showing some wrinkles. “Indeed, both of you are so eloquent.”

Song Fuzhi coughed lightly, straightened up, and looked between himself and Shi Zhang. He looked at Wang Huiling and said, “So, can you accept us?”

“What’s not to accept?” Wang Huiling smiled and looked at Dr. Song. “Can Dad accept it?”

Dr. Song looked at the two kids in front of him, with not much fabric on their bodies.

He hesitated and then said, “Uh, it’s better to wear more; it’s winter now.”

Song Fuzhi propped his chin, laughed, and relaxed his grip, saying, “Okay, got it, Dad.”

“Then continue, you two.” Wang Huiling stood up. “The clothes and sausages are here for you; remember to take them home later.”

She pulled the old song, “Let’s go home, old man.”