"Dad, apart from you and my mother since I was little, all I can believe are the old men, they are the only ones left." I smiled and said, "Furthermore, I think the man Bai's sister looks after is nothing. Xiao Xiaojun."
"You're right." My dad stared at me: "Dad is here to ask you if you have anything to hide from your parents."
"What else?" I lifted up and looked at the ceiling and pretended to be deep for a while: "Probably it was a fake when I was six years old to pour water on the **, but I actually "weet" the bed."
"Fuck you, your little bunny blushed like that at the time. You were blind as your father and mother." My father was so impoverished by me that he smiled and shook the knife in his hand.
"Actually, there are some things that are hidden from you and my mother." Looking at my father’s smile, I finally decided not to say something about the dangers and adversity of the previous years. Have to tell my parents that only their youngest grandson will inherit the surname of Lu or Qin in the future
No, it's impossible, this is too cruel for the two who want to hold their grandchildren.
"Really." My dad asked me softly.
"Yeah." I nodded again.
"It's fine, it's not wrong for young people to have more secrets in their hearts," my dad waved his kitchen knife: "I can see it too, your kid is more capable than your dad, I just told you a few days ago. Mom went out and saw the second girl from the Bai family go home alone."
"Dad" I looked at my father, and I didn't know how to answer him what he said.
"I know that your kid values love and righteousness, and I know you don't owe others anything. It's just that I am old and a little embarrassed. You must know that the photos you took together back then were sent to me, and I still keep them." My dad stretched out his hand. Wiped it on the rag, then took out his wallet from his trouser pocket and took out a photo from it.
Looking at the two children smiling and sitting in the hallway in the poor quality and yellowish photos, I felt a sorrow in my heart, but I knew that this was the past, so I could only stom on my feet and gritted my teeth and wiped on the rag. Then he took out his wallet and took out a photo from it to learn from Li Jia's generation.
"Dad, let's change the photo." I pointed to the photo I took when I was playing with two girls last month.
"Don't change it, Dad still thinks this one is good. When you were a kid, you had a small nose and small eyes. It was as crooked as it is now."
My dad took a look at the photo, then looked at me twice, and pushed my hand away and the photo in my hand.
"I've never seen you like this. How can a father dislike his son?" I frowned.
"What's wrong, no way, as the saying goes, everything is difficult at the beginning, I will start to hate you today, what do you say, do you want to drive your dad out?" Father was furious.
"You just borrowed my two pairs of courage, and I didn't dare." My voice fell twice.
"Then quickly solve the things in your hands, depending on how you look like, how can someone like it." My dad gave me a very loud snorted after he said it.
"Yes, people say that dogs do not choose their families and their sons are not ugly. They really never said that fathers are not allowed to dislike their ugly sons." I sighed, since that is the case, if I lose my temper, I will get rid of the second in command. Cut the white chicken into pieces, and then went to see kid Du as an excuse, and pushed all the mess in the kitchen to his father with a touch of his hand.
On the third floor, as soon as I opened the door of the room, I saw Du Zheng sitting on the open window sill.
"You are always not afraid of the cold wind, and you have to think about me like mortal fetuses." After snorting, I hugged Mr. Du back to her, and then closed the window.
"I'm sorry, I've lost courtesy in front of everyone today." Master Du hugged his legs and looked at me with a look that I was wrong but I didn't apologize for killing the child. It really made my uncle feel helpless.
"Can you tell me the reason?" I stretched out my hand and patted Du Master's head, and I sat down beside him.
"Don't want to say all right." Du Ye holding his leg replied.
"Okay." I glanced at him and nodded: "Well, the meal is ready in a while, do you want me to serve it."
"Um, thank you." Du Ye's voice was faint, his face was in a trance, as if he was remembering something.
"By the way, do you watch TV?" I said, suggesting.
"Yeah." Master Du nodded blankly.
Seeing Du's depressed appearance, I turned on the TV for him. The privately installed small satellite TV receiver decoder allows Taiwan TV to receive Hong Kong Chinese channels. Du liked the comments on current affairs and claimed that this was in addition to science channels. His favorite show outside.
Therefore, when the screen was on, I saw the logo of the Chinese station at first sight. It was just the person on the screen. It took me a few seconds to confirm that this is Joey Yung. The message that appears at the bottom of the screen indicates that this is exactly A newcomer in the media group of Qilu Group.
Speaking of it, I think of the Qilu Group’s media group that hasn’t been cared about since 1997. I didn’t expect it has developed to such a degree now. It seems that that day I should meet Wen Jia’s sister’s mouth. The mysterious person in charge.
But having said that, Rong’s girl is not my favorite singer, and I don’t have a favorite singer. It’s weird to say that the same person sings some songs, some like some but I hate them very much. My dad jokingly called me a full-time singer. There is nothing wrong with being a picky eater.
Throwing the remote control to Du, I turned around and opened the door while savoring the familiar sound. I only listened to the piano solo and the unremarkable voice of Girl Rong Jia;
Memories are like a storyteller
In a tone full of local accent
Skip the puddles and bypass the village
Waiting for the fate of meeting
In the ordinary but intimidating voice, I walked to the corner of the stairs and made a look at the person playing PS in the living room. The little guy leaned back and pulled my mobile phone from the coffee table. Come here.
He stretched out his hand to catch the guy, opened the phone lock and dialed the second sister Wen's landline.
"Mistress, why did you think of calling me."
Speaking of it, since that and that, I haven’t faced Sister Wen directly for a long time. Even if there are some things, it’s just like Yu Qiongqian or Sister Bai’s. It’s just that today’s thing is too much. Surprised me too.
"Who is in charge of the media group now." I am confident that my voice is so plain.
"It's just your kid's temper that doesn't have anything to do with the Three Treasures Palace, why did you suddenly think of asking this question?" Second Sister Wen on the phone also said flatly.
"I thought about it, so I asked."
"Hey, the second sister knows that it's not that simple and won't sloppy with you anymore. It's the little girl from Duanmu's family."
"Is it her." I froze, and then blurted out the question: "I heard that she didn't work in the clothing studio of Zhao Xieen's house before."
"Yes, the costumes she designed are very good to Zhao's temper, so the relationship between the two is very good." On the other side of the call, the second sister Wen's voice was two times softer: "You know, Zhao's girl has a long history with Zhuge. The relationship is so good that it's close, so three months ago, when Joey Yung was signed by the media, she was tuned in by the long time, saying that she was responsible for writing lyrics and tunes."