cynicism

Lin Lusheng was afraid that his fine son would say something again, so he didn't dare to go to Chen Zixu's house, just sent him downstairs and left.

The next morning, the phone rang, Lin Lu turned on the phone sleepily, and Chen Zixu's text message popped up.

Mr. Lin, when will you drop by to pick me up to school?

Lin Lu was ecstatic, got up from the bed and rushed to Lin Shu's room to question, "What did you say in Mr. Chen's ear before he got off the car last night!"

Lin Shu laughed like a little chubby guy in the Oolong Yard and said, "I told the teacher that Dad likes men!"

Jiang Haiying and Lin Huai stood at the door of the room, and said in unison in doubt: "Son, why did you get up so early today?"

Lin Shu chuckled and said, "Grandma, baby Lin Shu has finished the homework you assigned."

Lin Lu thumped in his heart and turned to look at Jiang Haiying, but Lin Huai said, "What are you doing? Your mother didn't do this for you? The grandson said that you like his teacher, so let's ask the grandson to help you more. Is it wrong? "

Lin Lu walked to the door without saying a word, stretched out his arms and embraced the two people who had already grown gray hair into his arms. The resentment that year had now turned into remorse. No matter what, his parents never owed him anything.