life after death

As soon as Yang Hong came back, she saw her son eating potato chips in one hand and seaweed in the other, his face covered in crumbs, and a big cushion on his chest. He looked at the animal world and laughed hahaha, which fully demonstrated what it means for mentally handicapped children to have a lot of fun.

Although Yang Hong has a good temper, when she sees this little ancestor, she has the urge to kick his ass.She threw the coat to Su Junping and asked him to put it away, put on the apron and asked the little ancestor what he wanted to eat today.

"I want to eat some meat, but not too much, let me order some vegetarian dishes; the meat should not be too oily, which is not good for the stomach, but it should not be too light, or I won't be able to eat it..."

Yang Hong casually grabbed a cushion and threw it on his head: "Don't be silly, speak humanly."

Su Junping took the cushion and put it under his buttocks.The cushion was filled with a lot of cotton, and it was bulging. Sitting on it, it looked like a wobbly tumbler. When he found the new toy, he twisted his buttocks and said, "Actually, I haven't figured it out yet."

"It was just to be polite. I have already made the menu."

"What is it?"

"Stir-fried yam, steamed blood clams, stir-fried asparagus and lily, stewed beef with potatoes, and old duck soup with sour radish."

Su Junping, who was very attentive, ran over to tie his mother's apron strings, but when he heard this, he sighed and said, "I only ate duck soup and asparagus a few days ago, why are they burning again?"

"It's not bad if you can eat it, and you can be picky," she turned to flick his forehead, "the old duck in the refrigerator burned half last time, and this time there is half left; as for the asparagus, the ones at home The lily is about to expire, eat some together."

After finishing speaking, he drove the bad-hearted son to continue to watch his animal world, and went to the kitchen by himself.

In fact, Su Junping just said that his mother's stewed beef with potatoes is really unique. You can smell the thick, soup-soaked aroma through the anti-theft door.

He immediately put away the snacks, put the unfinished ones into categories, didn't even drink the soda, and prepared to wait for dinner with an empty stomach.

After the meal, he was sitting on his seat, drinking the bowl of steaming duck soup comfortably, when he heard his mother casually mentioning: "Your father will come back at night, maybe in the middle of the night."

Su Junping raised the corner of his mouth and rolled his eyelids, changing his face faster than turning the pages of a book: "Where are you going to fool around until midnight?"

"You've been thinking about some messy things in your head all day," Yang Hong frowned, "Go wash the dishes for me."

Su Junping was only sent to wash the dishes every time he got into trouble. In the past few years, his flattering skills have been perfected. He has not washed dishes for a long time, so his skills are unfamiliar. He broke a spoon and smashed the edge of a bowl in less than 5 minutes. Driven away by his mother's disgust.

He poured water and rubbed his shoulders for his mother who was free, and finally got his computer back, and when he got back, he happily hid in the room to play games.

At about 11:30, Su Junping was about to download the game and watch a movie to relax, when he heard a loud "bang", which scared him so much that he almost threw the mouse on the ground.

He knew who it was, so he turned up the stereo, and heard a few louder "bang bang bang" in the high-pitched and passionate rock music. Kicked open the door.

"You're going to die! It's almost early in the morning, and you still play on the computer! Your mother said that you took it to play on the computer just after eating, how many hours has it been now?! Ah?! You don't know anything except playing games all day What, just come back on the first day of vacation, let me see how you are doing in the next few days!"

Su Junping was accustomed to his exaggerated tone, and without raising his head, he just turned up the sound in the earphones to the maximum, and said slyly: "Everyone is like this, and I'm not the only one. And you just got off the plane, hurry up and wash your hands." Go to sleep, don't worry about my crap." He then muttered softly, it's useless to worry about it anyway.

Unexpectedly, he turned up the stereo too much, and his discrimination of sounds was a little abnormal, so the whisper he thought he was muttering just fell into Su Wen's ears. He hit on the forehead.

Su Junping has been passively beaten for so many years and naturally has rich experience. He raised his arm and protected his head and notebook with four or two strokes.

This repeated act of resistance completely annoyed Su Wen. He strode in, slapped the notebook flat, and the wireless mouse fell to the ground violently, and even crushed it with his slippered foot. : "Do you still need a computer, huh?!"

Su Junping's eyes hurt badly, and he lost energy in arguing with him, and bowed his head without sincerity: "I was wrong, I won't do this again next time——Can I go to sleep, I'm so sleepy." After speaking, he yawned.

Su Wen stared blankly at the similar face for a moment, picked up the notebook and slammed it on the floor, and heard a dull and surprising "boom", the string in Su Junping's brain snapped.

"Fuck you never finished!"

"I'm your old man, please keep your mouth clean! You're such a nonsensical little coffin, how could you have given birth to something like you if you misunderstood it at the beginning!"

Yang Hong was woken up and walked in, and Su Wen took all his anger on her: "Look at the good son you raised! He's so good! I might as well get a dog! Eat me! I live in mine, and a computer turns against me! This computer was bought with my money!" He said that he patted his chest vigorously when he was excited, "You all spent my money! I money! You are nothing without money!"

Su Junping hated his face the most, rushed over and wanted to fight him desperately, but fortunately Yang Hong quickly pushed Su Wen out, hugged his son and comforted him for a long time before closing the door and leaving.

Su Junping locked the door, opened his mouth and cursed for half the night, then fell asleep, but slept soundly.

When I woke up the next day, I drank the soy milk ground by my mother and added blood glutinous rice, feeling refreshed.

"Where's Su Wen?"

"He has returned to the company, and he will be on business again in a few days."

Su Junping glanced at his mother's side face, his tone sounded a little pity, but there was a numb smile in his eyes.

He played a few games at home, and his mother urged him to go to cram school.Mathematics, physics, chemistry, and English are supplemented separately on weekends. This kind of long vacation is a series of long vacations. The sun is setting when Su Junping returns home from supplementary lessons. The golden light of the eyes.

Su Junping was a little strange. Normally his mother should be busy in the kitchen, but today the room was quiet.He glanced at the shoe cabinet, the familiar pair of high heels were still there, he tiptoed to open the door, and saw Yang Hong lying on the bed to catch up on sleep.

Even though he was very careful, the door hinge still screamed loudly, waking her up from her sleep.

Yang Hong opened her eyes in a daze, and stroked her hair to reveal her white ears—this look really resembled her when she was a girl.Su Junping recalled the old photos he saw at his grandmother's house. Yang Hongcai was standing by the sea in a plaid cheongsam, with his hair tied up in his hands cautiously.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?"

Her son's call woke her up completely. Yang Hong blinked her eyes and said in a low voice: "It's okay, just a headache and a little sleepy. What time is it? - Oh, it's 04:30, I overslept, you I'll make you whatever you want to eat."

Seeing that something was wrong with his mother's blushing face, Su Junping stretched out his hand to touch it, and it felt faintly hot.

"Don't get up, your body is so hot, I'll get you a thermometer." Su Junping ran out for a while and then poked his head back, "Where is the thermometer?"

Yang Hong couldn't laugh or cry after being tossed by him: "There is one over there in the TV cabinet, remember to wash it, it has not been used for a long time."

Su Junping quickly brought her the thermometer, measured it, and it was 38 and a half degrees. He confidently covered his mother with the quilt, revealing his head from head to toe: "Okay, don't cook, I'll go out and buy some food." ,What do you want to eat?"

In the beginning, Yang Hong chose to eat carefully in order to maintain her figure while practicing dancing. Even if she stopped practicing later, this habit remained.She frowns and picks and chooses among a string of greasy restaurants, and then she hears Su Junping say, "I'll go to the porridge shop over there to buy a bowl of porridge. How about fish porridge?"

After speaking, he turned around and left, without any intention of asking for opinions.

Yang Hong looked at the back of him who had to turn his head to walk out of the door, and thought to himself, his son has really grown up.

He didn't know his mother's emotion of having a child who had just grown up, but he just pulled the sling of the bus, enduring all kinds of smoke, sweat, foot odor and countless footprints.Fortunately, I didn't wear white ones today, he thought to himself, the pair just bought are expensive.

Su Junping got out of the car pushed by the aunts, and took a deep breath of air when he got out of the car. The air was mixed with the fragrance of pork and poultry droppings.Well, it's the smell of the vegetable market, Su Junping thought so and slipped into the porridge shop. The waiter at the door only heard the doorbell jingle, and someone leaned on the counter and had already announced the name of the porridge.

He picked a seat by the window and sat down, played with his mobile phone for a while, stuffed it back into his trouser pocket to look at the scenery outside.Suddenly, he saw a figure from behind.The trousers of the jeans were rolled up loosely, and the white T-shirt arched an obvious spine as he bent over. Seeing him talking to someone, Su Junping smiled and turned his head to the side, revealing half of his beautiful face.

It's Chen Yilin.

Su Junping felt that good things finally happened after a bad day, he patted the glass with great excitement, and shouted angrily, "A Lin! Chen Yilin! Hey!"

Chen Yilin didn't notice it, but the waiter in the porridge shop was terrified, and wanted to send the old man away quickly, packed it quickly, and handed it to Su Junping.

Su Junping took it and pushed open the glass door, bouncing towards Chen Yilin.

Chen Yilin finished talking with others and was walking back, holding a huge pole full of beans in his hand.

He suddenly heard a familiar voice calling his name, and with a shaking of his hand, the mung beans on the shoulder pole rolled to the ground.