On the next Sunday, Qin Baobao and Qin Ze were going home to live with their parents for a day. After the siblings moved in with their parents, they had to go home every weekend. After all, the parents also missed their children. Ever since Qin's mother unlocked the "blind date maniac" attribute, Qin Baobao didn't go home very often.
I can't afford to provoke you, can't I hide
The current rhythm is to go back every half a month, and it's not good if you don't go home all the time, the old man will blow up.
By the way, Wang Zijin was brought along, the young lady of the Wang family has a black belly, which caused her to have almost no friends in Shanghai except Qin Baobao. Qin Ze couldn't figure it out at first, how could a young expert in Zhaidou tease and force his sister to become a best friend with his family. Thinking about it carefully, Qin Baobao may not be worse than Wang Zijin in terms of fighting skills at home.
You must know that he has been tricked by his sister since he was a child.
When I arrived at my parents' house at 9:30 in the morning, the community was quiet, and I didn't like to come out in the hot weather. Occasional vehicles come and go. The turf in the green belt is shining with bright green sunlight, and the leaves are curling up listlessly.
The uncle doorman lay half dead in front of the fan, and Qin Baobao honked wildly, so he reluctantly opened the fence for them.
It is rare for the old man to be at home, and he would sit in the study and read stock trading software. He had a special notebook to record the trends and changes of individual stocks, sectors, and the broader market. This is a habit he has only had in recent years.
"Dad, why didn't you go to school today?" Qin Ze pushed the door open and entered.
"There are guests coming to eat at noon." The old man kept his eyes on the computer.
Qin Ze took out a long brown paper box from his pocket, which was beautifully packaged, and put it on the desk: "Dad, this is for you."
Montblanc fountain pen, I deliberately detoured to Shimei shopping mall to buy it in the morning, four thousand soft sister coins, pure black shiny pen body, made of acetate plastic, very warm to the hand. The nib with gold branding pattern is simple and smooth in design, and the appearance is majestic and elegant.
The old man looked at the pen and clicked his tongue repeatedly: "Did you take the wrong medicine?"
I took the wrong medicine...
It's so heartbreaking, it's rare for me to honor Lao Tzu.
"I made some money in the stock market, so I wanted to buy some gifts for you." Qin Zexin said, I will never forget the way you looked at me with empty hands when Qin Baobao gave you a gift.
The old man played with the pen, and couldn't hide his love for it. Qin Ze didn't know if he was a cultural person, but his own father liked it. When Qin Ze was in elementary school, the old man had a Montblanc fountain pen and carried it on his shirt chest every day. At that time, it was also popular to pin the fountain pen in his breast pocket, and he loved it even more than his own son.
"A lot of money." The old man said.
"four thousand."
"You brat, spend money like a waste." The old man reprimanded him righteously, and put the pen in his pocket without hesitation.
"Then dad, you are busy first, I will go to the living room to talk to mom." Qin Ze turned around and wanted to leave.
"Wait!" The old man called to stop him, showing his majesty: "Give me your mobile phone."
"What are you doing?" Qin Ze was taken aback.
"Look at your recent harvest list," the old man said in a teacher's tone: "Your mid- and long-term looks good so far, but there are obvious shortcomings in the short-term. Let me take a look and give you some pointers later."
He can't say that he has encountered a bottleneck in stock trading recently, and needs his son's harvest list as a reference and inspiration.
I don't want to lose face as I am!
"Then I'm not leaving, tell me," Qin Ze said.
"Go, go, don't be an eyesore here." The old man grabbed the phone and waved away people.
Qin Ze reluctantly left, and when someone else asked for his cell phone, he flew over early, and Qin Baobao didn't want to come, after all, there is a lot of personal privacy in the cell phone. But Lao Tzu made such a request, and it is difficult for a son to refuse.
When Qin Ze came to the living room, Qin Baobao, Prince Jin, Qin Ma and the three women were sitting on the sofa, chatting while watching TV. There are only a few topics that go around.
Qin's mother said: "The daughter of the old Zhang's family next door has finally married. Hey, the old girl is almost thirty. His old Zhang's family can finally breathe a sigh of relief."
"Aunt Liu on the second floor, her son has given birth to a second child, and she added a big fat boy. That little boy is so cute."
"Baby, you have to work harder, you know, mom is almost fifty."
It's no wonder Qin's mother is anxious. Most of the neighbors who are about her age are now grandmothers. No matter how bad it is, the son will marry a daughter-in-law, and the daughter will get married. Look at her again, let alone the grandson, the daughter doesn't even have a date.
When I went out, I ran into my old neighbor of ten years. At Mama Qin's age, they talked about their children's career and childbearing. A while ago, I was very proud. The Qin family had a big star, but the older generation didn't pay attention to these things. After the novelty passed, the topic turned to the children's marriage. I asked Qin's mother, is your baby in love? When are you getting married
Qin's mother suddenly felt a lot of pressure.
Qin Baobao sat cross-legged on one side, puffed out his cheeks, and didn't want to talk to his mother.
"You child, you have this attitude every time. It makes me mad." Qin's mother hated iron but steel, and she wanted to take her daughter to see a psychiatrist.
"Auntie, don't worry," Wang Zijin acted as a lubricant, gagging: "The baby is not too old, he is only 25, maybe there will be a man in love sometime. Don't think that you will get married when the time comes. Too fast."
Qin's mother patted Wang Zijin's hand and said comfortingly: "Zijin is still sensible, if you are my daughter, I don't have to worry about it."
Qin Baobao's cheeks puffed up, as if sullen.
"Mom, is there any watermelon? I want to eat watermelon." Qin Ze came out in time.
"Yes, I'll cut it for you, just wait." Mother Qin got up and went into the kitchen.
Qin Ze walked up to his sister and sat down, bumped her shoulder, and gloated: "Look at this posture, I'm sure mom will sleep with you at night."
Qin Baobao twisted his body irritably, not wanting his brother to touch her.
After a while, Mother Qin came over with a plate of watermelon and handed it to Wang Zijin.
Wang Zijin smiled sweetly: "Thank you, Auntie."
Mother Qin handed another piece to her daughter, and Baby Qin said with one side of his face, "Don't eat it."
Qin Ze said, "Mom, don't bother with her, I'll eat."
A piece of news was broadcast on TV: "Recently, there have been high temperatures in many provinces. The general public should pay attention to heatstroke prevention when traveling. At 8 o'clock this morning, a traffic accident occurred on the Yuhe Expressway in Western Province. The driver of a large truck fainted due to heat stroke, causing the vehicle to lose control. Hit the guardrail on the side of the road. The driver died after the rescue failed. This is already the third traffic accident in Western Province due to high temperature... …”
Qin's mother said: "The weather is terrible, baby, eat some watermelon to prevent heatstroke."
Qin Ze burst out laughing: "Mom, she's nestled in the air-conditioned room all day to prevent heatstroke."
Qin Baobao rolled his eyes at his younger brother, put on his slippers and went to the kitchen, and came out holding half a watermelon.
Qin's mother said, eat less, because if you eat too much watermelon, you will have diarrhea.
Qin Baobao said that half a watermelon is enough to eat.
She has liked to eat watermelon like this since she was a child, digging a spoonful while watching TV. But she couldn't eat enough, so she threw half of it to Qin Ze every time.
Sure enough, my sister ate up the essence in the center, and handed the watermelon to Qin Ze, "I can't eat any more."
Qin Ze took it habitually, dug a spoon and put it into his mouth. Qin Ma immediately said, "Hey, change the spoon."
Qin Ze said, "It's disgusting, spit it out quickly, it's better for Mom to be careful, and Mom can help me change the spoon."
Taking advantage of Qin Ma's turning around, Qin Baobao pinched Qin Ze's back hard. Qin Ze doesn't pursue her sister's petty tricks of taking advantage of her. After all, it's her sister who is rubbed against the sofa every time.
Wang Zijin squinted at the two siblings, the two were really making fun of each other in front of their parents.
At this time, the old man came out from the study. The old man was full of smiles, proud of the spring breeze, and returned the mobile phone to his son, afraid of patting him on the shoulder, he smiled and said: "Not bad, my son is capable. The more the merrier, but not too half-hearted."
The siblings involved, including Wang Zijin, looked confused.
"Dad, what's the matter?" Qin Ze suddenly felt something was wrong.
Qin Baobao looked at her father's forehead, if she hadn't been courageous, she would have wanted to find out if her father had a fever. Having been a father and daughter for more than 20 years, she has never seen Lao Tzu praise her son.
"You boy, when did you get your girlfriend, and you still keep it from me." The old man laughed so hard that the corners of his mouth cracked up to his ears.
Qin Baobao looked at Wang Zijin fiercely, Wang Zijin was taken aback for a moment, and then felt guilty. Suddenly, I felt that something was wrong... What am I guilty of
The old man smiled gratifiedly: "Who is that Zhang Ya? How does he look like? Where does he live? Is he a college classmate?"
Qin Baobao was taken aback.
Qin Ze's eyelids trembled.
"This girl is a little too enthusiastic. You have to pay attention to your character. You can't fall in love with everyone." The old man paused, and then smiled gratifiedly: "Chen Qingyuan is also your partner? Brother Qin, who is older than you Are you young?"
Brush!
Two real eyes shot over.
Qin Ze felt that the dog days turned into three or nine days in an instant, and the left and right eyes came from his sister and Miss Wang's respectively.
"Dad, don't talk nonsense, I don't have a girlfriend." He decided to go to the kitchen to avoid it, and figure out the situation before talking. At the same time, he took out his mobile phone. There are five unchecked text messages in the mailbox of the mobile phone.
"Little brother, I don't think about my sister recently, so ask your sister to come out to play some other day."
"Oh, ignore me? You don't recognize me after eating and wiping off your pants, right?"
"Brother Qin, do you have time this week? My mother wants to invite you to my house for dinner."
"Brother Qin, don't think I'm annoying, I, I will be a good boy in the future."
"Brother Qin, please reply to my text message, I dare not call you..."
Fuck, the amount of information is too much.
Zhang Ya is the kind of woman who likes to flirt. It is obviously a very serious thing, and she can also start with the topic of eighteen forbidden topics. As for the girl Chen Qingyuan, she was stubborn and stubborn, and she didn't realize that she was thrown into the cold palace at all. Always thinking about what will happen to Qin Ze.
What should the old man think of me? I have been the image of an excellent son for 22 years...
And on this damn smart phone, the message notification will pop up the naked content of the message, the old man can see everything at a glance, and he doesn't need to open the mailbox to pry into his son's privacy with peace of mind.
Suddenly there was a scream behind him, and then his shoulders sank.