Think carefully and fear: roommate

Fang Ling got a bargain, so naturally he wouldn't let it go, "Call again."

"Dongfang, let's go." He stood up and put his poker face back.

"I'm X! It's so boring."

The winter in the Central Plains is colder than that in the North, with drizzle.

The two of them rushed to the platform without any discussion, ready to take the bus.

Saving money is his instinct and Dongfang Ling's habit.

It was still early, and Dongfang Ling recommended a trip to the ring road, saying that it gave him a simple impression of the city.

The master who regards time as money can agree mainly because Dongfang Ling said that this will be his hometown in the future.

After turning around, he knew one thing: Huayang City, Dongfang Ling's hometown, has one of its characteristics, small.

Not only is it small, but it's also oddly shaped.

The city of Huayang City was expanded, that is, the land was bought from the peasant brothers and owned by Huayang City, and they were given urban household registration, so they became urban residents of Huayang City.

But of course you have to buy cheap land. It is difficult to plan the city when you buy it. The staff of the Huayang Urban Planning Bureau are really geniuses. With a swipe of a pen, the new city and the old city are planned. .

Dongfang Ling's family lived in the old city. After all, it was not the face of the city. The building looked broken and the stairs were irregular.

Seeing the disgust on his face, Dongfang Ling explained.

"This building is broken and built privately. When my mother bought the house, she was short of money."

Dongfang Ling drew a circle with his finger.

"And this is a school district, this broken building is still a school district building."

"The elementary school you went to was pretty good."

"Yeah." Dongfang Ling looked proud, "It's only one year younger than our polytechnic."

He froze for a moment.

"That's old."

"Well. Let's go upstairs."

He hesitated again.

"It's all here, let's go, okay?"

"It felt awkward, really nervous."

"Listen to me, there's no need. I wasn't raised by my stepfather. No matter how much he has an idea, it doesn't matter what he says. He knows that even if he has an opinion, he has to open his mouth. Understand?"

He nodded.

"My mother and I have been living together for more than ten years. No matter how unhappy she is, she will never sever the relationship between mother and child. After all, we are in the relationship of adoptive son and adoptive mother. It is impossible for her to say this."

Dongfang Ling looked confident.

"Don't worry, I know all the tricks the two of them can think of.

Sure enough, Dongfang Ling killed these two people.

"Dongfang, can't you tell your family first, and then bring me here?"

He always felt that there was something wrong with Dongfang Ling's way of bringing people into the house for a showdown.

"No." Dongfang Ling shook his head, "Yes, it's most reasonable to have a showdown with the family first, and then let you come over, but then." Dongfang Ling slightly lowered his head embarrassedly, "I just want to show off Look, how good my vision is." Dongfang Ling raised his head with a smile on his face.

"It's not my character to hide the beauty in the golden house."

Once inside the house, he quickly relaxed.

Dongfang Ling's stepfather is really a very good person, an honest man with dirty words.

At the door, the two changed their slippers, and Dongfang Ling stood in the aisle and shouted.

"Uncle, I brought someone home."

His stepfather was a little deaf, and the sound was quite loud.

"Oh, are you here for lunch?"

This sound is not small.

"eat!"

I don't know, I thought the two of them were competing.

Afterwards, a short, black man walked out of the bedroom and stood in front of the two of them.

When he saw Dongfang Ling's stepfather for the first time, he was a little surprised, he looked too young.Dongfang Ling said that his stepfather was over 70 years old, but this man looked less than [-] years ago, with piercing eyes.

An old man of about 1.6 meters, the momentum is not lost to him at all.

This old man can.

"Come on, come on, bring some presents."

"New Year, need to bring." He replied politely.

"Young man, it's good to be careful." The stepfather glanced at Dongfang Ling, "You, go wash the rice."

"Okay." Dongfang Ling drew a long tone, reluctantly.

He followed Dongfang Ling and wanted to go to the kitchen, but was stopped.

"What are you doing?" the stepfather asked.

"I'm going to help."

"Guests do it? We don't have this rule in our house. Go to the sofa in the living room and watch TV, that's all."

He sat down obediently. After his stepfather sat down, he crossed Erlang's legs and looked him up and down a few times.

"When did you become my dog ​​son's friend?"

"I'm his college classmate."

"Don't your parents miss you if you don't go home during the Chinese New Year?"

"Parentless, orphan."

"Oh, it's the same as my dog ​​son. I said MD, why did he think of asking you to celebrate the New Year at home? My JB dog son is still very particular about things, not such an ignorant person. By the way, Goufeng works overtime and at night When you come back, you will treat yourself as your own home."

Dare to love this family name with a dog character in front of them all.

"I don't smoke, I don't have any cigarettes at home, so I won't give them to you."

"I never smoked."

"You young man, not bad." The big stepfather took out a cup from under the coffee table and poured a glass of water for him and himself, "Can you drink?"

"I can drink some. Three bottles of beer, white wine..." He pointed to the glass in front of him, "Three glasses."

"Okay. This is much better than Gou Ling'er. My brother Lao Zhang gave me a bottle of foreign wine, saying that his son got it from Lao Maozi. Open it, and we two have a drink."

"Don't drink with him," Dongfang Ling came out of the kitchen and brought over a fruit plate. "He can drink very well, you can't drink him."

After Dongfang Ling sat down, he peeled the orange.

"Gou Ling'er, it's fine if you don't drink with me yourself, but you still stop me from drinking with others."

"Uncle, eat oranges." After peeling the oranges, Dongfang Ling handed them over.

"it is good."

"It's New Year's Eve, it doesn't look good when you're drunk."

Dongfang Ling peeled another one and gave it to him, and he picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.

So sweet.

"What are you afraid of? Isn't he sleeping in our house? By the way, where is his luggage?"

"His luggage is in my suitcase." Dongfang Ling explained.

"Your boy came yesterday?"

"Yeah." He nodded.

"Then why did you come here today?"

"I was too tired from the train ride, and my body smelled bad, so I rested in the hotel all night."

"X! You're so fucking ignorant." After lecturing him, the stepfather taught Dongfang Ling again, "Gou Ling'er, the older you get, the more you retreat, why are you so ignorant!"

"I can't screw him." Dongfang Ling felt a little aggrieved.

"Look at your sissy look, isn't it embarrassing to go outside?"

"Uncle, show me some face." Dongfang Ling pulled her face down.

"What's the matter? What can you do to me?"

Dongfang Ling immediately faltered.

"No, stepfather, eat oranges."

"Cut!" The stepfather stood up, "I'm not going to eat. I'm going to cook a few dishes, you two watch TV and find something to do, okay."

"uncle……"

As soon as he finished speaking, Dongfang Ling and his stepfather frowned at the same time, and he realized that he had made a mistake.

But what should it be called!

"Father, Father Chen, that's what the juniors call me, except for me."

"Father Chen, let me cook. I can cook."

"Uncle, let him fry, he's better than you."

Dongfang Ling's words caused trouble, and aroused Mr. Chen's fighting spirit, so the "cooking competition" kicked off.

During the "competition", Mr. Chen had a cordial and friendly discussion with him on how to make the dishes taste delicious.

In the end, Mr. Chen patted him on the shoulder and said to him with regret: "You are much better than our dog Linger."

After saying this, Mr. Chen still felt that it was not enough, so he sighed again.

"If only you were my son."

As a son, Dongfang Ling was rejected.

Soon, six dishes came to the table, and Dongfang Ling waited impatiently, but the moment the dishes were served, his eyes lit up, and after he was allowed to move the chopsticks, within 2 minutes, Dongfang Ling made a breakthrough.

Dongfang Ling should be reborn by a starving ghost, he thought so countless times.

Now he also somewhat understands why Dongfang Ling has no bones in his home in XX City.

Dongfang Ling is not at ease in this house.

Dongfang Ling respects Father Chen, and some of his current body is the result of deliberate imitation of Father Chen.But father and son have a lot of other elements besides respect.There is identity between the two, but how to cross this ditch, I am afraid that the two of them still have no answer.

Father Chen has never raised a son before, so he doesn't know what a good father looks like to his son.

Dongfang Ling didn't have a good father before, so he didn't know how to be a good son to his father.

The relationship between adoptive father and son is difficult, and the relationship between stepfather and stepson is even more of a century-old problem.

However, he is at home in this family.

After two cups of yellow soup, he and Chen's father became friends.

It's hard to say about wine.

If the three people at this table are all normal people, with six dishes, a bottle of wine, and chatting about family affairs, the happy atmosphere can last from one o'clock to five o'clock, and they can wait until Dongfang Ling's mother returns smoothly.He tried his best to leave a good impression on her, and then stabilized this impression in the following time, so that it shouldn't be too ugly in the final showdown.

15 days, with ease.

But he obviously forgot about the uncertainty of Dongfang Ling.

Three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

Father Chen hit a minefield.

Dongfang Ling is over 25. At this age, in Father Chen’s view, he should have a baby. Even if it’s not his own son, he’s worried, but he didn’t want to open his mouth when he directly asked Dongfang Ling if he had a partner. As an outsider, let's take a side-by-side look.

"Boy, do you have a date?"

His hand holding the cup was stiff, and he glanced at Dongfang Ling. The buddy's chopsticks had stopped, and he was just waiting for his answer.

"Yes." After finishing speaking, he put the rest of the cup