"What's your responsibility? What's your responsibility?" Su Mu's voice sounded vaguely angry.
"The responsibility of all war reporters." Su Mu's mother's voice paused, and then continued: "If you can't stop the war, then tell the world the truth about the war."
"You have the responsibility of a war correspondent, don't you have the responsibility of being a mother??" Su Mu couldn't help shouting towards the phone: "Have you never thought that you still have two children at home waiting for you to come back?
?Have you ever calculated how long it has been since you came back to see me and Xiaoli??"
"Mumu... I'm sorry..." Su Mu's mother's voice sounded a little more breathless, "Mom assures you that after this report on Syria is over, mom will stay in the country with peace of mind and continue to report on society.
A practical reporter, okay??”
"Don't." Su Mu took a deep breath and said angrily to the other side of the phone: "G, usually characters who say this kind of lines in TVB won't survive the next episode."
"You kid..." On the other side of the phone, Su Mu's mother seemed to be amused by his words.
Su Mu was silent for a moment, glanced at Su Xiaoli who was kneeling on the bed, looking at him eagerly, and then asked towards the phone: "Mom, do you want to talk to Xiaoli?"
"Okay." Sumu's mother responded with a smile.
"Xiaoli, come here, mom's phone number." Su Mu waved to Su Xiaoli, and then handed the phone to her.
"Mom, Mom!!" After Su Xiaoli answered the phone, he shouted happily: "Mom, when will you come back? My brother's high school entrance examination is over."
"Mom will go back in a while." Su Mu's mother couldn't help laughing when she heard Su Xiaoli's voice and said, "How is Xiaoli doing recently? Has my brother bullied you?"
"No, my brother is very good to me. Don't worry, mom." Su Xiaoli responded crisply to the voice on the phone, and then continued: "Just recently, my brother makes me drink porridge every day, and I feel like eating it all
Not full.”
"Why do you eat porridge every day??" Su Mu's mother was stunned for a moment and asked with concern: "Is it because the living expenses are not enough?"
"No...my brother said that my aunt is here and insists on making me eat lightly, and is not allowed to eat ice cream and drinks. Mom, do you think my aunt can only have porridge every day when she comes?" Su Xiaoli looked aggrieved.
He said towards the phone.
"...Auntie is here??" Su Mu's mother listened to her words with confusion on her face.
But then, she remembered that Xiaoli was almost twelve years old this year, and a girl of this age should definitely do something.
Oops, if you think about it, their Xiaoli has already started to grow.
Su Mu's mother came to her senses and immediately said to Xiao Li on the other side of the phone: "Xiao Li, be good, give the phone to your brother."
"Ah? Oh..." Su Xiaoli nodded obediently, then handed the phone to Su Mu and said, "Mom asked me to give the phone to you."
"What's wrong?" Su Mu took the phone and asked in a calm voice.
"Mumu, Xiaoli has an aunt, right?" Sumu's mother asked Sumu.
"Um."
"Then did you buy her an auntie towel??"
"Nonsense, if I don't buy it, why don't I wait until you come back to buy it?"
