The whole family stopped eating for a while, especially An Wuji, he was very guilty, he just mentioned it casually, he never thought that his mother would be so angry.
"Okay, don't scold the child while eating." Dad An Cheng said, "Wuyang, go take a bath if you don't want to eat, and go to bed early at night. Don't you have a part-time job tomorrow?"
In the face of this child, he is also quite helpless, life is too busy, sometimes it is not that he does not want to teach with all his heart, but that he cannot manage it.
"Well." Following his father's relief, An Wuyang put down his chopsticks, lowered his eyes and said, "You guys eat slowly, I'll take a bath first."
Every time he was scolded by his mother, he was very stubborn, but thinking about it, he was such a waste, and it was not wrong for others to accuse him.
Whether you have time or not, the things you can think of in your mind are so superficial, and you can't think of deeper things about life and the future.
An Wuyi was in the bathroom, and when she washed her hair with the shower, she cried aloud.
When I got back to my room, my face was hot and I felt so fucking vulnerable.
"No problem." Dad knocked on the door and came in, and while his wife was washing dishes in the kitchen, he comforted his second child in a low voice: "Hey, don't take it to heart, your mother is in a bad mood recently, and the work pressure is very high, you Forgive her."
The work in the new position is not easy to do, and the child's mother is a strong person and has very high demands on herself.
An Wuyi sat on his brother's bed, thankful that it was normal for her eyes to be red after taking a bath: "It's okay, I know, what she said was right."
But I couldn't help but secretly retort in my heart, I really don't have the money to spend.
"Anyway, don't take it to heart," An Cheng sighed and said slowly, "To get to the bottom of it, your parents are for your own good, and they are afraid that you will suffer in the future, not to blame you."
If your family is rich, you probably don't need to force your children so hard.
But this is how society is, an elite society, only if there is competitiveness can there be room for survival.
In the end, it's all about the money.
"Well, Dad, I see, it's all right." An Wuyang looked at his father, with dark almond eyes that looked a lot like his sister.
An Cheng remembered that when the second child was a child, Baibaijingjing was obedient and obedient, occasionally being naughty, and being told that there would be no next time.
This kid is just too well-behaved and not very flexible.
An Cheng sighed lightly and nodded: "Then dad went out to watch TV, you go to bed early, turn on the air conditioner if it's too hot, don't be too hot, it's okay if you're uncomfortable, we're also uncomfortable."
"Well." An Wuyang responded.
An Wuji, who was supposed to come in to get his clothes and take a bath, waited eagerly at the door. When Ancheng went out, he came in and said, "Brother, I'm sorry."
An Wuyi put on his wet hair, looked at his brother and said, "I'm sorry, I won't give you anything to eat."
Then pick up the towel and rub it on your head intently.
"..." The younger brother pursed his lips, turned around and went to the cupboard to get his clothes and take a shower.
When I picked up the clothes, I deliberately took a few glances, and put a pile of strange items in the corner of the cabinet that were only available today. It looked delicious from the outside, although I didn't know what it was.
After my brother went out, the phone vibrated on the small desk.
An Wuyang guessed with his toes, it must be Mr. Huo's phone number.
He put down the towel and picked it up: "Hello?"
"..." Huo Yunchuan started a video call, but only saw darkness: "Doesn't your phone have dual cameras?"
An Wuyang was startled by the loud voice, and he quickly took a look in front of him suspiciously, and saw a handsome face of a woman obsessed with men's jealousy on the screen: "Mr. Huo?"
It was a video call...
An Wuyi doesn't know how bad his image is now, his hair is messy, his eyes are red after crying, and his mobile phone is still a bit close, so it can be said that he is broadcasting his nostrils live.
"..." Huo Yunchuan said bluntly, he had never seen such a bad image.
But the focus was not wrong at all, and he immediately asked, "Why don't you blow dry your hair after taking a shower?"
Does the other party not know that it is easy to catch a cold when the air conditioner is used when the hair is wet
"I'm not used to using a hair dryer." An Wuyang heard the words, holding the phone in one hand and the towel in the other, intending to continue wiping.
When he saw the two bunk beds behind An Wuyang, Huo Yunchuan asked in disbelief, "Who are you sleeping in the same room with?"
An Wuyang said, "My brother."
Huo Yunchuan said calmly, "Who sleeps on it?"
An Wuyang paused while wiping his hair, and answered hesitantly, "Anyone can, I'll take turns sleeping, if I'm not feeling well, I'll sleep down there."
"..." Huo Yunchuan spent a lot of effort, trying to resist the urge to go to pick someone up, and said angrily, "I shouldn't have promised you to let you go home before."
Look where do you live here
The room is so small, can you turn your feet around
"Be quiet." An Wuyang lowered his voice in a panic, alerting that his younger brother would come in at any time: "Why are you like this, you always regret what you promised."
It's not the first time I've heard him say this.
Huo Yunchuan was so manic, staring at each other on the camera: "Then tell me now, will you sleep on top or bottom?"
An Wuyi was quite afraid of his fierce appearance, so Na Na said, "I'll sleep down there."
If you go to bed in the middle of the night and go to the bathroom, you will be miserable if you fall.
The man on the screen's expression softened a little, but it was only a little: "Your living environment is so bad, I'm not at all relieved, you must move out as soon as possible."
"My brother came back from a bath, I can't tell you." An Wuyang heard the movement and hurriedly informed the other party.
"Hey… "
Before he said the words "No Hanging", the screen in front of him returned to its original interface with a bang. Huo Yunchuan spun around in anger and kicked his innocent bedside table again.
—Mr. Huo, text me, what do you want to say
Not long after receiving a text message from the teenager, Huo Yunchuan's mood was not saved much.
Can text messaging feel like a video call
Even if you can't touch it, you can't hear it or see it.
Not even giving the child a separate room, Huo Yunchuan unreasonably angered An Wuyang's parents.
- Move out.
—…
- You know what's best for you, even if it's not for yourself, but also for the baby in your belly, don't be so childish and willful.
If he was scolded twice in a day, his own mother was fine, but the other party was just a stranger.
An Wuyi fell on the bed and tucked the phone under his brother's pillow.
An Wuji, who pretended to be ready to study in front of the desk, whispered, "What's wrong with you, are you still angry?"
An Wuyang shook his head and turned to his brother: "I will sleep on the bottom and you will sleep on the top."
After speaking, he got up immediately, took out the delicious food from the cabinet, and shared it with his younger brother: "If you promise me, I will buy you delicious food every day from now on."
Fragrant and tempting preserves, nuts, candies, every one of them tastes good.
An Wuji didn't care where he slept, and he agreed to eat something: "Where did you buy these... They all look expensive." It's even more expensive to eat.
"It was given by someone else." An Wuyang said, he was afraid that the lie of the lottery would be exposed too many times.
"Who sent it?" An Wuji said curiously, the snack food opened its bows from side to side, and his mouth kept chirping.
"A female classmate, she likes me," An Wuyang wrote: "Eat, why are you asking so much."
"Then have you promised others?" An Wuji asked.
"Not yet." An Wuyang said.
The younger brother's mouth opened into an O shape, and he identified: "You scumbag."
The cell phone buried under the pillow tinkled, the elder brother clapped the food scraps on his hands, and told the younger brother, "He's calling, you eat your food, I'll answer the call." And, looking at the younger brother seriously: "No complaints."
An Wuji nodded, indicating that he would not.
"Hello?" An Wuyang was lying on his brother's bed, blowing the electric fan under his feet, and began to answer the phone.
Waiting for a reply over there until the crazy man tried his best to suppress his temper, and asked in a low voice, "Why didn't you reply to the message all of a sudden? Do you know that others will worry about you?"
"...I'm eating what you bought." In order to prove that he wasn't lying, An Wuyang stretched out his hand, twisted a piece of walnut and threw it into his mouth, taking a crunch.
The sound of the boy eating followed the earpiece, flowing into the cochlea close to the phone without any hindrance.
At this moment, Huo Yunchuan deeply realized what is the age difference, what is the generation gap, and the troublesome feeling of being mature in the face of childishness.
But what else can be done, of course, following him.
"Is it delicious?" Huo Yunchuan asked.
"Yeah." An Wuyang said, "It's fragrant and crunchy. If you eat too much, you may get hot."
"Then you should eat less." Huo Yunchuan said patiently, and then picked up the question he wanted to ask just now: "Why are your eyes red and crying?"
An Wuyang glanced at his younger brother and replied, "I just finished washing my hair and entered the bubble."
"Be careful in the future." The man on the other end of the phone urged.
"Okay." An Wuyang was a little suspicious. He felt that Mr. Huo was gentle on the phone.
It's not like when we meet in reality, the coercion all over my body makes me scared when I stare.
"That's it." Huo Yunchuan stopped pacing, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the bedroom, and said, "Go to bed early, and I'll pick you up tomorrow."
Safe: "Okay, bye."
There was a pause, and he said, "Good night."
An Wuyang also said, "Good night."
After a few seconds, the call was still not disconnected, and he put out his finger and hung up the phone discreetly.
It turned out that it was not his own illusion. Mr. Huo was a hundred times easier to get along with on the phone than in reality.
With this incredible thought in mind, An Wuyang yawned, turned his face towards the backlight, closed his eyes and started to sleep.
Mr. Huo, who was thirty kilometers away, was immersed in the boy's cute and soft 'good night', which circulated N times in his brain.
What made him even more irritable was that all the intimate images he had deliberately forgotten a month ago came to his mind and lingered.
In that chaotic bar, the young man who had been drinking said sweetly, "Brother, can you do me a favor?"
"..." Breaking the memory of that dewy marriage, Huo Yunchuan took off his shirt, stepped into the bathroom, and took a cold shower.
The author has something to say:
The family of Wuyang Baobao's family is a portrayal of many real families. It is the norm, and it makes sense from everyone's standpoint.