I started a senior citizen university after being unemployed, and I became the favorite of my uncles

Chapter 144: Live coverage of the family gathering

At nine o'clock on Friday morning, the first family gathering of Evergreen Tree started on time.

A large number of uncles and aunts went to the gate to pick up their children, either happily or nervously.

Aunt Zhong held Aunt Liang with one hand and Aunt Du with the other, and excitedly shared with them: "Are you nervous? I am so nervous."

"I've attended parent-teacher conferences for my daughter before, and I wasn't this nervous even when the teacher called me into the office for a private talk."

"Who's coming from your family?"

After asking, Aunt Zhong first told her own situation: "My husband originally fought with my daughter for her."

"Later I told him that he had downgraded his generation when he arrived, and he was so scared that he ran out to go fishing before dawn this morning, fearing that I would ask him to come to school as a 'houseboy'."

"My son came back from out of town specially." Aunt Liang's eyes were filled with joy. She has lived alone for many years, and her son's family lives out of town. It would be a lie to say she didn't miss them.

She didn't like going out and was sentimental, which became a problem for her over time.

Now that I'm attending the senior citizens' university, I feel much better. I knit sweaters with my classmates at school every day and listen to them chatting. Not only does my mood improve, but it also gives me a burst of inspiration. I'm almost done writing my new book.

As a result, I had no time to think about my son and daughter-in-law.

But Aunt Liang was still very happy that they came back.

The same thing happened to Aunt Du. Her son and daughter-in-law, who had been working overtime for long hours, both took leave and competed for a spot at the meeting.

The children didn't want to miss this rare opportunity to spend time with their parents.

After the elderly attended the senior citizens' university, many of their children noticed that they smiled more often.

They realize that even if the elderly can take care of themselves, they still need to chat and communicate with them frequently. They desire the return of family affection and also need effective social interaction.

Just like an article that Principal Lin once posted in the group - "Don't let the world of the elderly become an isolated island."

They are fortunate to be able to make up for the missing companionship, and are looking forward to taking a closer look at this utopia that the elderly long for.

Evergreen University for Senior Citizens seems to have a unique charm.

The principal planted a tree in the "no man's land". The tree cast a shade for the uncles and aunts, allowing them to make up for their shortcomings and discover their own strengths here.

So that they will not be trapped in a small space. Although they are in their twilight years, they have once flown high and still remember the taste of freedom. They can still fly with confidence now.

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Not only the children attended the meeting, but also the real "parents". For example, the usually arrogant Uncle Li had to obediently support the 88-year-old grandfather and was even laughed at by the old man for walking slowly.

Even old Fu who passed by would obediently call the old man "Uncle".

Fu Lanshan seemed to be thinking, "It turns out that bloodline suppression is so effective."

"What do you want to do? Your grandparents have been hanging on the wall for several years. They have long been reincarnated into other people's families as grandchildren. Don't disturb them."

"I won't bother my grandparents." Fu Lanshan changed the subject: "But I remember my third grandfather, my grandfather's third brother. Your third uncle is over 80 years old this year and is still in good health. I'll find someone to bring the old man over, and you two can have a chat."

Old Fu looked painful and quickly changed the subject: "Well, I'll take you to the classroom."

"I also wrote you a letter. I left it in the hole in the table. You can read it secretly. I think I wrote it very well. I was so moved that I cried."

Old Fu hurriedly sent Fu Lanshan to the classroom. After seeing that Uncle Li was still accompanying the old man, he walked aside to find Uncle Liao.

"Old Liao, who will hold a family meeting for you today?"

Old Fu regretted what he said the moment he said it. Why did he bring up something that was not relevant to the topic? Old Liao had been living in the school since he moved out of his nephew's house. He was a poor man, and there was no one in his family who would come to attend meetings with him.

Old Fu carefully observed Uncle Liao's expression and found that he was looking out the window. His mind was full of thoughts: "Uncle Liao must be afraid to look into the classroom because of the scene."

"Look at my mouth, why am I so rude?" Old Fu made a prompt decision, stood on tiptoe, and hooked Uncle Liao's shoulder: "Brother, don't be sad, I will give my son to you, and my son will be your son from now on."

"Move your stool over here later and let him sit on two stools. It will be like a meeting for the two of us."

"What are you talking about?" Uncle Liao had just finished expressing his admiration for the school's excellent landscaping work when he turned around and saw Old Fu with tears in his eyes, almost covered in tears and snot.

"Look carefully, there's someone sitting in my seat." Uncle Liao raised his chin proudly: "Teacher Su Hao is here to hold a meeting with me."

Old Fu looked over and saw Su Hao waving and greeting them.

Teacher Su Hao lived in the dormitory next to Uncle Liao. He took the initiative to offer to help Uncle Liao hold a family meeting.

Aunt Xie, who also lives in the dormitory, also had someone come to the meeting. It was Jing Xinran, the intangible cultural heritage teacher who had not been seen for a long time, who came to be a houseboy for a day.

The school is everyone’s home, and the uncles and aunts have many “children”.

At this time, there were two distinct factions in the classroom.

The kids sat in their seats looking at each other in silence, looking down at their phones pretending to be busy, trying to avoid socializing.

And busy socializing, the whole class is full of acquaintances, noisy uncles and aunts.

Not only do they socialize on their own, they also bring their children along.

Aunt Zhong's daughter Cai Yunyun had just sat down, and before she could even warm up her chair, Aunt Zhong called her up and said hello: "You look at that broken phone of yours every day, get up and meet your mother's good friends."

"This is your Aunt Liang."

"Hello, Aunt Liang."

"This is your Aunt Du."

"Hello Aunt Du."

"This is you……"

"Mom, your teacher just told me to go to the office. I'm leaving first." Cai Yunyun fled from the social center without stopping.

Aunt Zhong looked at Cai Yunyun's running back and said helplessly: "This child doesn't follow me. She is a little shy."

Sitting at Old Fu's seat, Fu Lanshan took out green onions, dipping sauce, jelly, French fries and half-eaten spicy strips from Old Fu's drawer, and finally found the report card that he had folded into a paper airplane in the corner.

He is very nervous now. He was not this nervous even when he negotiated and signed a big contract for the first time. His father tutored him for so long, so his grades should be at least acceptable, right? No matter how bad it is, it can't be worse than the 18 points in the midterm exam.

He looked down little by little.

"Fortunately, at least there are little red flowers."

On Mr. Fu’s transcript, there are more or less two or three red flowers for each course.

Fu Lanshan breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to see the report cards in the hands of Aunt Liang's son on the left and Aunt Du's son on the right. There were five little red flowers in every subject.

It’s too early to praise him. It turns out that Mr. Fu only received the guaranteed encouragement award.

Suddenly, Uncle Wang's son, who was standing in front of him, stood up and asked, "Why is there no report card for my dad?"

Uncle Qian's son, Xiao Qian, raised his hand weakly: "Is it possible that your dad is in the next class, and this is my dad's seat."