Auntie Gong Jian felt relieved when her man said these words. Since she was just scaring her son, she should not cause any real harm to her son.
So she opened her mouth and confirmed again uneasily: "Now that I'm in charge, you mean that you just want to scare Yaozu, you won't really hit him, right?"
Uncle Gong Jian snorted coldly: "I have to ask him tomorrow. Is there anything else he has hidden from us or deceived us? If he only made this mistake, then I will also
Just scare him. But if he does other things behind our backs, don't blame me for being ruthless."
After speaking, Uncle Gong Jian didn't wait for Mrs. Gong Jian to speak again. He waved his hand and said, "Okay, it's too late. Go to bed quickly."
After saying that, he fell down on the bed, turned his back to Uncle Gong Jian, stopped talking, closed his eyes and got ready to sleep. Since he had made a decision in his heart, Uncle Gong Jian's snoring soon stopped.
It rang.
Over there, Uncle Gong Jian sat silently for a while. It wasn't until she heard Uncle Gong Jian's snoring that she felt uncontrollably sleepy and fell asleep.
The next day, when the sun was rising, most of the villagers had gone to work in the fields, and then there was some movement at Uncle Gong Jian's house.
The first one to get up was Aunt Gong Jian, who had slept the latest. She walked out of the house quietly, walked to the door of her son's room, carefully stuck her head out, and put her ear against the door.
, patiently listening to the sounds inside.
There was silence in the room. It seemed that her little son had not gotten up yet, so Aunt Gong Jian turned around and walked to the kitchen. She wanted to prepare breakfast quickly.
Breakfast was very simple. Aunt Gong Jian cooked a large pot of porridge, which was two-meter porridge mixed with rice and corn stubble. This was because Gong Yaozu was at home, so Aunt Gong Jian was willing to put some rice in.
Otherwise, in normal times, she and the men in her family would only drink corn porridge.
Auntie Gong Jian fished out a few more pickles, and now breakfast was ready.
At this time, Uncle Gong Jian had also gotten up. After washing, he walked out of the room and saw that Uncle Gong Jian had prepared breakfast, but his little son who had just gotten into trouble was not seen at the dinner table.
Uncle Gong Jian's eyes widened, and just as he was about to speak, Uncle Gong Jian's wife immediately said, "I guess Yaozu didn't sleep well last night, so he got up a little late."
Uncle Gong Jian wanted to blurt out a reprimand. There was a moment's pause, but he still said: "Okay, you wake him up. How can he not get up so late? He usually studies in a private school and can't
Let him sleep for such a long time."
After hearing what the man said, Aunt Gong Jian was afraid that he would get angry. So she walked out of the main room quickly. She had better wake up her son quickly. Otherwise, if she made him angry, her son would eventually fall on her.
.
So Auntie Gong Jian knocked loudly at the door of her son's room, but after she knocked for a long time, a lazy voice came from the room: "Who is it? It's so noisy."
Mother Gong Jian hurriedly called her son's name outside the room: "Yaozu, get up quickly. It's getting late and your father is already up."
In the last half of the sentence, Aunt Gong Jian used an emphatic tone, mainly to tell her son that he was already up and waiting for him to settle accounts.
Gong Yaozu was originally very impatient when someone woke him up early in the morning. He shook his head and then turned around from his newly awakened state.
He is back home. Last night, he exposed his secret in front of his father. Yesterday, his father also warned him that he would deal with him thoroughly today. So now is really not a good time to stay in bed.
, Gong Yaozu quickly agreed: "Okay, mother, I understand, I will come right away."
After saying that, Gong Yaozu simply jumped up, washed himself up randomly, and walked quickly to the main room.
But the moment he walked into the main room, his little heart was still pounding. Although he also knew that based on how much his parents loved him, they would not be very harsh on him. But he could not help but feel a drum in his heart.
, after all, yesterday I saw what my father looked like when he was angry.
Uncle Gong Jian also saw the pause when Gong Yaozu walked in the door, but he didn't react at all. Instead, he continued to eat breakfast with his head down.
The happiest person to see her son coming in was Aunt Gong Jian. She hurriedly greeted him: "Yaozu, come over for breakfast. I didn't sleep well yesterday."
Although Uncle Gong Jian didn't say anything, he didn't reprimand his mother who greeted him so warmly. Gong Yaozu's heart was completely put into his stomach. He knew that his parents loved him the most.
It's still his little son.
But although he was happy in his heart, Gong Yaozu didn't show it on his face. Now was not the time for him to be upset. He just agreed in a low voice, sat down carefully at the dining table, picked up the bowl and ate seriously.
breakfast.
He didn't even remember how long it had been since Gong Yaozu had breakfast. You know, hanging out with those gangsters, he often drank some wine at night. When he woke up in the morning, it was almost noon.
Yes, at that time they would always go to the restaurant to eat and drink with friends.
Eating such tasteless rice porridge, Gong Yaozu did not dare to show any dissatisfaction. After all, he was still a criminal, and his father had not yet said how to deal with him.
Soon, the three of them finished the breakfast quietly. This was a rare thing in Uncle Gong Jian's house. After all, no one spoke at the dinner table, and the atmosphere was very depressing. The three of them didn't care much about eating.
While having breakfast, I was thinking about my own thoughts.
Uncle Gong Jian was thinking about how to talk to Gong Yaozu later, how to let this kid know something about his power, and not make this kind of mistake again in the future.
But Gong Yaozu is much more honest. He is just sitting here with difficulty now, thinking about how he can go back to the town, eat meat and drink with his brothers, and live a happy and carefree life.
Don't be so miserable at home.
During this meal, the busiest person was Uncle Gong Jian. She looked at Uncle Gong Jian, whose face was as sinking as water, and then at her little son, who was honest and docile, lowering his head to eat. She kept looking at these two people.
Sweep up.
She was worried about what was going to happen soon, but she was powerless to stop it. So during this meal, Aunt Gong Jian only drank half a bowl of porridge, and she really couldn't eat anymore. (To be continued)