Early the next morning, Chu Ge climbed out of Qiu Qiu's soft, fragrant embrace and tried calling his parents. Sure enough, they had already cleared out.
Wu Xiuyun left him with just one remark: "Don't worry. Mom's going to hack some people up for you. Anyone who stops me from holding my grandchild is going to learn who their grandma is!"
Before Chu Ge could say that he didn't want those people as his sons, the call ended.
He could sense how rushed his mother was... They really didn't have much time to rest at home. Forcing themselves to stay these past few days had probably left them with a pile of work.
Chu Ge put on his clothes and got up, looking into the distance outside the window. Traces of last night's fireworks seemed to linger, hazy and drifting. The streets were already coming alive as people set off to visit friends and relatives, cupping their hands in greeting when they met and cheerfully wishing each other a happy New Year.
While everyone else enjoyed the festive atmosphere, his parents had already headed for the battlefield.
He had once resented how rarely his parents were home. Now that he deeply understood how they rushed about for their country and their family, there was no resentment left. They had deliberately stayed just to spend New Year with their daughter-in-law. Their way of expressing themselves was awkward, and they hadn't actually said much to one another, but at least Qiu Qiu already felt deeply warmed by it.
Actually, he now had to busy himself with these things too... Only he wasn't that noble. He was just doing it for his family. Nor did he need to rush about; he only had to do his own job of writing.
The worst thing