Wang Haochuan was originally reluctant to go home, but when his sister came back, there was a temperature at home. He went home and went home. Hua Tianlong squeezed the glass ball, and if he lost it: "I haven't won it yet -alas,
Xie Chong, don't you go home? "
"I don't want to go back, I don't know where to go."
Xie Qingyun found a circle and found nothing, almost crying. As a result, when the nephew was at the door of the house, her fatigue disappeared immediately without a trace.
Run away! Next time, I will be committed, interrupt your dog's legs! "
Wang Jingyi stood at the door of his home, and turned back suddenly- "Interrupt the dog's leg?!" Is this still the dignified Teacher Xie?
Turning his eyes to his former disciples, Xie Qingyun smiled and asked kindly: "Jingyi, this is not the weekend, how did you come back?"
"Apply for school subsidies, come back to find the street to stamp."
"Oh oh, it's hard for you, I have to run a trip."
"It's okay, as long as I can apply, I can be much easier."
"Have you eaten?"
"I go home and eat below." Wang Jingyi said: "Simply eat, you can fill your stomach."
Hua Tianlong once ridiculed that the Wang family often paused with noodles and died. In order to prevent Wang Haochuan from becoming noodles, he often asked Wang Haochuan to eat at home.
Because of this sentence, Wang Haochuan violently slammed Hua Tianlong. But the two are not really conflicts. Wang Haochuan still often eats Huatian Long's things, and there is nothing uncomfortable.
Moby.
It seems that Wang Haochuan is going to eat noodles again today.
Xie Chong was brought back to the house by his aunt. As soon as he entered the house, he was slapped by his mother two slaps. "I let you run! You just follow your dad ..."
"I'm not like my dad, who else can I look like?!" Xie Chong heard too many words, and learned to be anti -customers. He sat on Maza with one butt, Maza's line was loose, he fell on his back, and he fell.
The buttocks hurt.
"Deserve it!" Wang Jiying looked anxious and cursed: "Let you run again! Broken his tail, you can't run anymore."
This is very hurtful, but Xie Chong was not very angry. If it was not because of anxiety, the mother would not say that. After the scolding, the mother cried, it was nothing more than remembering the unknown husband and son, lamented
His life is not good. Xie Chong's heart is very bad. Before the business was difficult, the mother did not cry, at least not crying in front of him. As soon as the mother cried, the child followed his heart to panic. Xie Chong finally realized that Wang Haochuan's
The sense of oppression, his mother cried every day, complaining every day, how much he should be depressed.
After crying a few times, Wang Jiying wiped his tears and walked into the kitchen without a word. He consciously started dinner. Fortunately, the pot at home was large enough to supply so many mouths at home.
In Xie Chong's view, the pace of mother is full of please and humble. Unlike her heartless husband and son, she always keeps in mind her "host" identity. She must perform well in this house so that
Three four.
Thinking of the former fashionable, exquisite, confident mother, Xie Chong was sad for a while.
Xie Ying pulled his brother up and asked him if he had something to do. Xie Chong stood there blankly. The family was busy. Grandma was still in the studio.
The time for taking clothes, in order to make more money, she is much busy than before.
Grandpa, aunt and mother are cooking. Grandpa took a small casserole and grabbed a small hand of rice, weighing one, and felt a bit, couldn't waste it, and put it back.
Creed.
Grandpa washed the rice and carefully put the casserole on the stove. The aunt said loudly: "There are steamed buns at home, why are you steaming rice? Isn't this a waste?"
"Don't forget that our family has a southerner." Grandpa laughed with a good temper: "He still can't get used to the steamed bun at home."
Nympho
As long as Grandpa cooks, he never forgets to steam a bowl of rice for Xie Chong, which has become his habit.
People who come to the city do not eat rice. Not only because they are used to pasta, but also because the price of rice is expensive. Especially the Xie family, they can get back the white noodles for several months when they return to the countryside;
Buy, listen to the family, say that it has recently risen to a piece of 21 kilograms.
Can you say that Grandpa does not love himself? He is reluctant to buy tea, but he is willing to buy rice for his grandson. It can be said that the rice at home is given to Xie Chong specially. As long as there is a shortage, Grandpa will add it soon.
But what Grandpa lacks and what he wants, Xie Chong doesn't know at all.
He would be angry because Grandpa deliberately concealed, and he would be moved by Grandpa for cooking for him alone. The family is so elusive.
Xie Chong silently thought a lot. Xie Ying was tired, squatting beside him, shaking two small braids, and said, "Brother, are you still angry with Grandpa?"
"No." Xie Chong stood up and said, "I'm giving birth to my own anger."
Xie Hongxuan was holding a big wok and wanted to use the tap water in the courtyard to brush the pot. The pot was too heavy, and the old man's wrist was overwhelmed. Xie Chong didn't think about it.
"I'm here."
Xie Hongxuan tried to drag it back, but he couldn't drag his grandson. Xie Chong brought the wok into the pool and said, "I will do it in the future."
"You are still young, you won't do it."
"Learn to do it. As a part of this family, what should I always do?"
Xie Hongxuan's words said, "Didn't you treat it as your own home? Do you think you are an outsider?"
"Yes, it's not." Xie Chong said: "I just want to understand, I didn't do anything, but I have been asking for the request, so it shouldn't be."
"Xie Chong, don't talk about this, don't be too sensible ..."
"I'm going to junior high school soon, how can it be ignorant?"
Xie Hongxuan couldn't figure out for a while, was the grandson really sensible, or was he talking about it? He wanted to mention the football several times, but Xie Chong was silent. He didn't have the courage to say it.
Back to his own room at night, Xie Chong took the initiative to tell his mother that he didn't want to be a star, just studying and steadily. After listening, Wang Jiying said, "I want to tell you that it is impossible to let you at home.
Continue to play. You just cut your thoughts now, and my dad and I have no longer thought about it a long time ago. "
"In this way, only I am immersed in fantasy?"
Wang Jiying couldn't bear to continue talking, turned off the lights, and said, "Sleep."
All adults know that he can't continue to play. His parents still told him truthfully, but why did Grandpa give him hope? Let Xie Chong think that he still has a hint of pursuit of dreams, and then pushes him to a more desperate abyss.
This incident is like a thorn, stunned on Xie Chong's chest.
The more you want to get angry. At the age of eleven, Xie Chong wanted to understand that he could not easily believe in the big cake painted by others. You must reduce the expectations of others. In this way, it will not be too injured.