Shocking! A three-year-old brings his aloof mother to their door.

Shen Qing and Wang Jie emerged from the crowd.

Shen Qing was carrying a bag containing Mo Ye's graduation gown.

He walked over and handed him the bag: "Your graduation gown."

Mo Ye took it, nodded, and said with genuine gratitude, "Thanks."

Shen Qing lightly punched him, saying, "You're welcome."

Mo Ye straightened his collar, which had been knocked askew, and looked at Shen Qing with a mischievous smile: "Isn't Qin Yue coming over to take a picture with you?"

Shen Qing touched the back of her head, a faint blush rising to her face. She couldn't suppress the smile on her lips, and her voice carried an undisguised smugness and anticipation.

"She said she would come, but it would be a little later."

Seeing his lovestruck expression, Mo Ye's smile widened, her voice tinged with surprise and teasing: "Not bad, you two are together?"

Shen Qing nodded, nodding like a chick pecking at rice, her smile brighter than the sun overhead.

Mo Ye was truly stunned this time.

Wasn't Qin Yue supposed to be hard to win over?

He muttered to himself, but aloud he genuinely exclaimed, "Amazing!"

Shen Qing touched her nose, a faint blush rising to her cheeks, her voice carrying both humility and an undisguised joy:

"Even though we're together, I haven't held Sister Qin's hand yet."

He Wanqing stood to the side, listening intently. When she heard this, she finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She quickly covered her mouth with her hand, her shoulders trembling.

Shen Qing looked at her, his expression changing from helplessness to pleading, his voice trembling with desire: "Sister-in-law, please give me some advice."

In the distance, the photographer held up a megaphone, his voice echoing across the campus: "Computer Science Class 3! Assemble!"

Mo Ye, Shen Qing, and Wang Jie moved at the same time.

Mo Ye glanced back at He Wanqing, his voice tinged with haste and a sense of obligation: "I'll head over now."

Several people nodded at the same time.

They first took formal photos, wearing white shirts and black trousers, standing neatly in several rows on the steps of the library.

The photographer shouted "One, two, three," and everyone shouted "Cheese!" in unison, as the shutter clicked away.

Then they changed into their graduation gowns, the black robes gleaming in the sunlight, the tassels of their caps swaying gently in the wind.

He Wanqing walked up to Mo Ye, stood on tiptoe, and helped him straighten the hat on the back of his academic gown, then moved the tassel to the left.

She took a step back, looked him up and down, then pursed her lips, her voice carrying a hint of mischievous laughter and disdain: "Really ugly."

Mo Ye sighed helplessly: "There's no way around it, I have to wear this."

There's really no way to put on an academic gown, especially the cap; it's so difficult to keep it on, it feels like it's going to fall off if you bend over.

The last activity was throwing the graduation cap.

The photographer shouted "Three, two, one," and everyone threw their hats into the air.

The shutter clicked, freezing this moment in time.

"Alright, now family members can take photos together!" The photographer's voice came through the loudspeaker.

Mo Ye waved to He Wanqing, who then walked over with the bouquet of red roses in her arms.

Jiang Hui and Jiang Shuya also stopped chatting, took Tongtong's hand and walked over, with Mo Chashan following behind.

A group of people crowded in front of the library steps. Under the photographer's direction, they stood or squatted, and it took them a while to get into position, since there were quite a few people.

Tongtong was held in Jiang Hui's arms, her chubby little hands wrapped around her grandmother's neck, and her little head stretched forward as if she were a little giraffe stretching its neck to eat leaves.

Her little face was filled with anxiety and anticipation, as if afraid someone would miss taking pictures of her. She cried out in her childish voice, "Tongtong wants to have pretty, pretty pictures taken!"

The students in Mo Ye's class looked at the little dumpling and burst into laughter. Someone raised their voice and shouted:

"Photographer, please take some nice pictures of our little baby!"

The photographer peeked half his face out from behind the viewfinder and replied with a smile, "Don't worry!"

Tongtong nodded in satisfaction, stretched out her two chubby little hands, and made a "V" sign next to her face. Her fingers were short, like two little radishes.

She laughed so hard her big eyes narrowed into slits, and she looked like a flower blooming in the sun, incredibly excited.

Mo Ye looked down at her, reached out and touched her little face, his fingertips gently pressing on her soft apple cheeks, his voice filled with laughter: "Tongtong, are you so happy?"

Tongtong nodded her little head vigorously, her two little pigtails swaying, her voice sweet and soft: "Yes~"

The photographer shouted, "Everyone, look at the camera!"

Tongtong immediately tensed her little face, widened her big eyes, and tried to turn the corners of her mouth up, putting on what she thought was the cutest expression.

The shutter clicked a few times, freezing this moment in the camera.

Upon hearing the shutter sound, Tongtong immediately relaxed and resumed her cheerful demeanor.

After taking the group photo, everyone wanted to take a photo with Tongtong individually.

Tongtong welcomed everyone, happily following these uncles and aunts around, her little face beaming with the pride of being a big star.

As she patted the camera, she gave instructions in a sweet, childlike voice: "Everyone, one at a time~ Tongtong, no rush!"

Everyone was amused by her, but because of the tight schedule, there was only half an hour at the next photo spot, so everyone had to crowd around her to take pictures, as if they were fighting over a limited edition doll.

The next stop is the stadium.

A large group of people walked towards the stadium. Tongtong would stop every now and then to take photos with the uncles and aunts passing by. Her little face was flushed with excitement, like a ripe apple.

When we got to the entrance of the stadium, before we had even finished taking pictures, Tongtong's little legs were already too tired to move.

She pouted, her voice soft and sweet, tinged with a hint of grievance: "Tongtong is so tired~"

Her little hands had been raised for too long, and now they hung limply at her sides, like two withered beans.

Everyone felt sorry for her looking so dejected, and they all chimed in with their opinions:

"Little Tongtong is exhausted, let's give her back to her parents." Then the group laughed and stuffed Tongtong back into Mo Ye's arms.

Mo Ye looked down at the little dumpling in her arms. Her eyelids were already drooping, and her bright eyes were half-open and half-closed, like two stars shrouded in mist.

He asked softly, "Is Tongtong tired?"

Tongtong made two "hmm" sounds, then nudged her little head inwards, like a little rabbit trying to burrow into its den.

Mo Ye lifted her up a bit, letting her rest on his shoulder, and patted her back: "Then you can lie in Daddy's arms."

Tongtong arched her little bottom, found the most comfortable position, mumbled "okay," and then quieted down.

Just as we were about to start taking photos of this stop, Qin Yue arrived.

She was wearing a blue fitted dress that reached above her knees, revealing a section of her fair calves, and she was holding a bouquet of white roses in her hands, with water droplets still clinging to the petals.