The Recurring Sense of Strange Familiarity

Listening to her good son-in-law's analysis, Tang Yu felt it made a lot of sense and nodded repeatedly in approval.

In fact, having struggled in society for many years, Tang Yu naturally understood these principles inside and out.

But right now, the more Tang Yu looked at her son-in-law, the more pleasing he was to her eyes, and the more she liked him.

So even if he were to talk complete nonsense and mismatch his words entirely, she would still find excuses for him in her heart to make up for it.

This was the loving filter an elder had for a favored younger generation.

Regardless of whether you were tall or short, fat or thin, ugly or not.

In her eyes, you could be summed up in one word.

Awesome!

The home-brewed beer Tang Manman had bought tasted quite mild, but its alcohol content was actually not low for a beer.

The alcohol content could reach eleven percent.

This was almost approaching the level of a strong beer.

Tang Manman did not drink much, but because she had absolutely no experience with drinking, she got drunk the fastest.

Under the stimulation of the alcohol, her fair skin turned completely pink, and along with her ears and neck, it almost turned as red as a sea of flowers.

Her long eyelashes briefly stuck together before parting with great difficulty.

Before long, they stuck together again; she was truly so sleepy that she could not open her eyes.

In her daze, Tang Manman tried to lean on Lin Yu several times.

However, because her mother and sister were right next to her, she ultimately felt a bit shy and had to give up on Lin Yu as a comforting body pillow, finding a more spacious spot to lie down by herself.

She fell asleep shortly after.

At that time, Lin Yu and Tang Yu were chatting happily. Seeing that Tang Manman had fallen asleep, neither of them said anything; they just took a glance, looked away, and continued discussing matters related to opening the shop.

Gradually, Tang Yu also couldn't hold on.

She had never been a heavy drinker.

Before her husband passed away, she was a housewife who didn't touch a drop of alcohol.

Later, when their business went bankrupt, her husband died, and her daughter fell seriously ill, she had no choice but to brace herself and venture out into the world to support this precarious family.

During this process, she couldn't really be said to have learned how to drink.

It could only be said that she learned to endure the bitter taste of beer.

This time, drinking this non-bitter and arguably quite tasty beer, coupled with having her son-in-law by her side and having a pleasant chat, she lost control and drank a bit too much.

Now the alcohol was getting to her head, numbing her active thoughts and making her a little drunk too.

Lin Yu sat by the table and drank the last mouthful of beer in his glass.

Placing the glass on the table, Lin Yu looked at Mother Tang, then at Tang Manman, and finally brought his gaze back to Mother Tang, unable to help but want to laugh.

No wonder they were mother and daughter.

She and Tang Manman were exactly the same...

No.

It should be said that Tang Manman was exactly like her.

Both of them belonged to the type who flushed when drinking, where their entire face and even neck would turn pink and red from the stimulation of alcohol.

Lin Yu's alcohol tolerance was also quite average, but compared to these two rookies, he was much stronger.

But having drunk so much, Lin Yu was also starting to feel it.

I'm going to the restroom.

Lin Yu supported himself on the table and stood up slowly to prevent a sudden intense movement from making him lose his balance and fall.

It's in the yard.

Mother Tang pointed the way for Lin Yu.

Lin Yu nodded and got down from the kang beside Tang Qinqin.

By the time he returned, Lin Yu found that Mother Tang had also fallen asleep.

She was lying on her side on the kang, her face resting on an old crocodile stuffed toy, sleeping soundly.

Lin Yu got back onto the kang beside Tang Qinqin, returned to the spot where he had been before leaving, and couldn't resist picking up a few more peanuts to eat.

He had to admit.

Tang Yu's cooking skills were really good; even the ordinary peanuts she fried were more fragrant than the ones sold in the market, making them an absolute perfect match for beer.

He took a couple of bites.

His thoughts shifted to Tang Yu, and his gaze naturally fell upon her.

Looking at Tang Yu's sleeping figure, Lin Yu had to admit that this woman, who was approaching forty, indeed possessed a unique charm.

There was not the slightest hint of the tackiness or aging often associated with older women on her.

This was due to her excellent posture.

In fact, the vast majority of people in this world have some posture issues to varying degrees.

For example, slouching, scoliosis, cervical spine problems, and so on.

These posture problems are only classified as diseases requiring treatment when they reach a very severe level.

In most mild cases, these posture issues cannot be called diseases, but they do affect a person's physical appearance.

Especially in middle-aged people who have worked for several or even over ten years, these posture problems become more obvious.

But Tang Yu had none of these issues at all.

Her waist was slender and smooth, her shoulders were straight, and the curve of her neck was beautiful. When she stood upright, her figure looked like that of a twenty-year-old girl in the prime of her youth.

To some extent, she even had more elegance than those young girls who slouched and hunched their shoulders due to bad habits.

This could be clearly seen even when she was lying down.

In addition, Mother Tang's skin did not look like someone who was nearly forty.

Time seemed to have been exceptionally gentle to this ill-fated woman.

As if unable to bear it, time had not raised its terrifying claws to tear away the firmness and tenderness of her skin.

It had not harmed her.

It had not left those scars that belong exclusively to the passage of time on her face.

Time had merely gently waved its sleeves, leaving a mature charm upon her.

It was like casting a spell on a crisp and sweet peach.

Making her mature, becoming more hydrated and succulent.

As he watched, Lin Yu suddenly felt an unprecedented and strange sensation.

Was it familiarity?

Yes.

But also no.

Lin Yu frowned. This bizarre and faint sense of familiarity that he couldn't quite pin down reminded him of that incident from a long time ago.

That was when Xia Muzhu's second erotic plotline was about to begin. While downstairs at Xia Muzhu's house, just as he was preparing to leave, he had felt a faint sense of familiarity different from usual.

It was a bizarre familiarity born of dislocation and shifted perspectives.

But the familiarity before his eyes seemed a bit different from the familiarity of that time.

But where exactly was the difference?

Lin Yu's frown deepened.

He felt as if something was right in front of him; he felt that the giant hand formed by his thoughts was just an inch away from touching it.

He tried hard to get closer to it, but that distance of about an inch seemed to contain an entire universe. No matter how hard Lin Yu tried, he still couldn't grasp the thing floating before his eyes.

Just as Lin Yu was pushing his brain to work even harder to capture that memory, or rather that wisp of thought.

He was suddenly kicked by someone.

He turned his head in astonishment.

Lin Yu saw a furious-looking Tang Qinqin.