Pengpeng's father felt a little unhappy. The Phalaenopsis he got for the old man was much better than this one. He had never seen the old man put the flower pot on the desk. What was going on? This pot was just like this.
It's special.
Once you have a daughter, your son will be useless. This old man must have been made to forget his son by his family.
Pengpeng's father: "Why do you have to go through so much trouble to buy and change flowers? It's easy for me to get you flowers. It's such a long way. Why don't you see them on the desk?"
Mr. Lin couldn't help but wrinkle his nose when he saw his son's small head and face. It was embarrassing, but his son had to accept his intention: "Your two pots haven't recovered yet. They need to be taken care of in the greenhouse."
a period of time."
Pengpeng’s father also had to admit that it would be great if the two newly brought potted flowers could survive and should not be messed with, but it turned out that they were bought by himself: “During Pengpeng’s summer vacation, I saw they were still sprouting.
Aren't you doing a good job in serving me? Why didn't you see it?"
This question was really difficult to ask. Mr. Lin looked at his son’s small nose and small eyes and hesitated to tell the truth: “Is there any?”
Pengpeng's father thought for a while, and he had an impression of this: "Yes, I asked specifically when I went home. Auntie said that you had always brought the potted flower with you, otherwise I would have brought it with you when you came here this time.
Woolen cloth."
Mr. Lin said to himself, "Unlucky boy, you can't remember what you should remember, and you can't remember what you shouldn't remember. Did I use you to grow flowers for me? Why do you ask so carefully? "Ahem, that
Yeah, now that I think about it, your ability to choose flowers is really good."
Pengpeng's father was a little proud. He was happy when he saw the old man being curious about him. He followed his eyes and looked around, so Tweed.
No need to speak, both father and mother know what this means. Mr. Lin can't get over it. I'm afraid his son is being petty again. He used to be quite good, but why has he not been so lively recently? Mr. Lin dislikes his son a bit.
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Mr. Lin couldn't avoid it. He disliked the unlucky child and asked for more details: "Because it bloomed so well, your aunt took notice of it and cut it to put in a vase."
Pengpeng's father's face drooped at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye, so he asked if he had any principles and could he pay more attention to his son's feelings and let him be cut off.
Besides, the old man likes Phalaenopsis and would not let go of it even if he touches it, let alone lose it. How do you spoil your wife?
Mr. Lin looked at his son's slumped face and was still reluctant: "What kind of expression do you have? I naturally handle the things you give me as I please. If your aunt likes it, I will be happy. I will give your aunt the beauty of this flower."
, why don’t you look at it?”
Pengpeng's father took a deep breath and realized once again that there was a difference between his son and his wife. There was really no way to reason with him. The old man was completely conquered. Apart from recognizing his son, besides being defeated, what else can you do?
Can I take my father back?
Pengpeng's father still had a gloomy look on his face, and this was not a happy news.
Mr. Lin feels that the older his son is, the less worried he is, and he has learned to compete for favors. Old men with small noses and small eyes are hard to watch.
In the past, even though we were closer, we didn't go to see them much, but now I miss those days more. It's a good distance.
Mr. Lin didn't say a word without explanation. Looking at his son's virtue, he rarely had the patience to say a few more words: "Did you see this flower? It's because your aunt cut the flower I like, and Changshun ran away."
He was abducted from someone else's house and found it for me."
The focus of Pengpeng's father's concern is not here at all. This is not the flower he gave to the old man: "So you still like that potted flower very much."
Mr. Lin's mouth twitched when he heard this. He had taken the wrong medicine, but he still said with a ninja temper: "Of course."
When Pengpeng's father heard this, he felt much better. He knew the old man's aesthetic taste quite well: "Don't be too sad. The flowers in Changshun are good, but they are hard to come by. In terms of appearance, they are still poor. If you like them,
Tell me, I'll buy you a new pot, but don't embarrass other people's children."
Then I complained about Mr. Lin, saying something earlier: "You didn't tell me earlier. When I was getting these two pots of flowers, I saw a pot that looked similar to the one last year. I remembered that you had one here. I
I didn’t get it here.”
Mr. Lin sighed: "Ahem, actually they are all the same. The flower patterns in the pots this year are quite different from last year."
Pengpeng's father was really not familiar with this: "Is there any? Why do I see that the flowers you grow are all the same shape?"
Mr. Lin glanced at his son, wondering if he could speak or if all the flowers he raised were the same.
Pengpeng's father has become accustomed to trying to please me, so he immediately changed his words and added: "They are all equally stylish and good-looking."
Mr. Lin said to his son sincerely: "It's rare to have the opportunity to celebrate the New Year with so many people. It's so lively. Hongqi is here and you have a companion. Get along well with each other. If you really don't have to wait for me anymore, you
You can also have someone close to you who can talk to you."
Pengpeng's father looked ugly, and he said: "Don't talk nonsense, you are in good health. It would be unlucky to be gone. What about the Chinese New Year? Besides, you are in good health."
.Stop talking about it, I feel uncomfortable."
Mr. Lin looked at his son and felt more and more that this child lacked training and that was all he could do: "I have never tabooed these things, it's just life and death."
Pengpeng's father was not happy to hear what the old man said and directly changed the subject: "Speaking of which, aunt is also a late blessing. My daughter-in-law, grandson and granddaughter are all very outstanding. Even the young couple are rare among the elite.
This handsome one is all in trouble."
Then he said: "I really didn't expect that my aunt would have such a daughter and such a family."
Mr. Lin felt that his son was right: "Your aunt is very lucky, and all she meets are good people."
Pengpeng's father curled his lips, but he had to admit that his words made sense: "That's right, if Ye Ye's father hadn't been a good person back then, he wouldn't have been so kind to Auntie that he was willing to let go. Let alone meet you, you are right to me.
My aunt is so good that I, as a son, are all jealous. When I meet this son, he is also a good-natured person. He has never opposed his stepmother like other children. When he is old, he still finds a daughter.
I have never raised anyone, but they can still be so filial and even support my aunt's wife and children. How can I find such a person?"
The analysis made by Pengpeng's father is quite reasonable, but the words are not nice to hear. How can I talk to my wife, this unfortunate kid?
But at least Mr. Lin didn't get angry or lose his temper. After all, he agreed with what his son said.
Mr. Lin relaxed his attitude and teased his unlucky child: "You are quite content."
Pengpeng's father: "You should be satisfied. Didn't you see that among the neighbors in the compound, there are a few who get along well with the stepmother, and that's all for heaven and earth. When my mother met my stepmother,
With such a temper, I don't know how to envy you."
Then he spread his hands and said, "We ladies, we have never made trouble in front of you, right? We are the same in front of you and behind your back."
Mr. Lin said to himself that it was all out of mind. What a good thing it was.
Mr. Lin: "Live a good life with your wife. What are you thinking about? What else do you want to do?"