Chapter 91 8
When Han Debao came out from Xu Ke's house, it was already evening.Lead gray clouds covered the sky densely, as if it was going to snow. Han Debao was warm, and Xu Hark got his wish. As the eldest brother, he seemed happier than Xu Hark himself.
After returning home, Han Debao filled a basin of water, soaked his feet in it, and picked up a newspaper very comfortably to read.
As usual, Han's wife was knitting a sweater while watching a Hong Kong and Taiwan romance video. A sensational scene was being shown on the TV screen. Han's wife burst into tears, obviously deeply moved.
While being moved, she scolded: "You men are not good people, you all have the same virtue, if you can't eat grapes, you can say they are sour!"
Han Debao said without raising his head, "Where did you start talking?"
Han's wife resentfully said, "Let's start with the ungrateful male lead!"
Han Debao said: "Then you say he is not a good guy, don't hit him so broadly!"
"The blow is wide? Isn't that typical? Didn't it come from life?" Han's wife took out a handkerchief, wiped her nose and tears loudly, and said, "Show me too, okay?" Get educated!"
The daughter came in from the small room, took a book, walked up to Han Debao, and asked, "Dad, plant nine trees in ten rows, three in each row. How do you plant them?"
Han Debao thought for a while, and said with certainty: "There is no way. Don't use these useless brains, and finish the homework first."
The daughter said: "The homework is finished. This is a thinking question. If you do it, you will get 10 points!"
"Huh? Do you have such questions in your elementary school students' books?"
Han Debao took the book and looked at it, and said to his daughter: "Then go to bed first, isn't there a quiz tomorrow? Dad is stupid, and he can't answer it for a while. You have to think about it. Can I tell you tomorrow morning?" The daughter was obedient to go.
The TV was turned off, and Han's wife fell asleep.
Han Debao was sitting at the table, under the lamp, arranging nine Go pieces one after another.
As soon as Zhang Meng returned to her home from Tsui Hark's house, she sat at the table and wrote letters to Hao Mei... "Hello, Hao Mei." She wrote, "Today, under the auspices of Debao, Tsui Hark married a girl named Xiaojun. Lao Pan and I also attended their wedding, acting as witnesses Well. There were only five of us in total, and Tsui Hark didn’t want to make a big deal, which I really didn’t expect. It can be said that the wedding was held quietly, without even posting the happy words. That girl is very nice, and I like her personality. I believe that when you meet her in the future, you will also like her... "You must be wondering why in the first few years when I returned to the city, I deliberately alienated everyone. I tried to avoid communication and contact with everyone. But in the past few years, I have become active again? How should I put it, who doesn't need friendship? Especially women like you and me who have no blood relatives in this world. Especially women like me who are still single. In recent years, my social contacts have widened, and I have met more people and made more friends. However, I feel more and more that friendship is hard to find and precious. What is chic is the way of life on the outside, and what is lonely is my heart. I see so many interpersonal relationships that use each other every day, behind the intimacy , Sometimes it’s just a naked money relationship, material relationship. Friendship is slipping between us, like serious water and soil erosion. Life has become very exciting, and life is also becoming very helpless. I feel like I want to find something A kind of lonely deer in a warm small group, without any sense of friendship, and often threatens people like abject poverty... "I know that you are all concerned about my personal issues. Because of my self-esteem, it is inconvenient to ask me in person. Let me first reveal this secret to you. I already have a fiance, who is the cousin of our boss, an associate professor... You see, women are so weird, they will feel lost if no one reveals their personal secrets..." When Lao Pan came back from Xu Ke's house, he received the first letter from Hao Mei after he went to the factory. Lao Pan couldn't wait to open it, and Hao Mei's beautiful handwriting came into view:
After reading the letter, Lao Pan checked his son's homework as usual.While checking, one problem after another was discovered. Lao Pan taught his son: "Look, such a good paper, if you draw one or two strokes on each sheet, it will be useless. Isn't this a waste!" The son muttered: "I didn't buy it with money, it was a gift from my mother's friend!" "But why did my mother's friend give it to you? Isn't it because you love painting? If any aunt knew that you didn't cherish it so much, she wouldn't give it to you! Do you know what kind of paper it is called? It's called copy paper! Very high-end, very expensive! It costs more than 10 cents a piece! And Dad never saw such a good paper when he was young. The textbooks and homework that Dad read when he was a child were all printed on 'horse manure paper' Yes! Back then, children in our country used 'horse manure paper'. The lecture notes of professors in first-class universities were also printed on 'horse manure paper'!" Lao Pan said, he opened his son's pencil case and poured Produced many pens, "Look at you, no matter what kind of pens you have, one will break in a few days!" The son defended: "It was all sent by my mother at a meeting." Lao Pan said: "That should be cherished!" His son didn't say anything, but he was obviously not convinced. Lao Pan looked through his homework again: "Well, even 3 points appeared! Your mother has only been away for a month, and you have regressed in your studies. How can I explain to her when she comes back?" The son said: "Our whole class has regressed!" "You!... Let me ask you, why didn't you pay me the ten yuan that your school returned for making school uniforms?" Lao Pan continued to question. The son took out a dime from his pocket and put it on the table. Lao Pan couldn't believe his eyes: "It's only 10 cents left? How did you spend it?" The son felt aggrieved and said, "I've already bought ice cream." Lao Pan asked, "One ice cream a day?" The son retorted: "Our classmates still eat several sticks a day!" Old Pan said patiently: "Listen to me patiently. Dad has eaten less than thirty or forty popsicles from the first grade to the sixth grade! It's popsicles, not ice cream. One-third of a popsicle, understand? I don't want to eat five popsicles." Divide one, let alone hope for a dime!" The son asked back: "How can there be popsicles that sell for a third of a piece now!" Lao Pan educated his son: "It's not that you have to eat a popsicle for three cents. It's to make you understand that an ice cream is more than 90 cents. When you can eat it or not, just be patient and don't eat it! Anyway, you can't develop the habit of eating at least 10 cents a day." The stink of an ice cream! Dad is a worker, and although my mother is a writer, she is not a great writer! It is very rare to publish a book now! When the book is published, you have to go to the bookstore to sign and sell it! A book is only a few thousand yuan Royalties! Your mother can only publish a book in two or three years. You can see how hard she writes every night! She also suffers from neurasthenia, hyperosteogeny, and cervical spondylosis." The son didn't show any weakness: "That's because you guys didn't do well! How could Uncle Wu Zhenqing become a big manager? How could Uncle Xu not have to go to work every day and climb the grid every day? Uncle Wu Zhenqing's son has a video game console, do I have it? What is the home of Uncle Wu Zhenqing and Uncle Xu? What is our home like? There is not even a piece of decent furniture! You let me live in such a home since I was a child, are you reasonable? Are you worthy of me? ?” "You!" Lao Pan raised his hand, but he finally tried his best not to fight, "Why don't you compare with Xiao Ling from Uncle Han's family? He has been a three-year-old student for three consecutive years! You can reflect on my side !" The son stood by the wall dissatisfied. Old Pan looked at the photo on the wall: "If your sister is alive, she will never be like you!" The son refused to accept and yelled aggrievedly: "I knew you didn't love me! You just loved the dead young lady and gave me her name! You don't like me, why did you give birth to me!" Lao Pan's slap finally landed on his son's face unbearably.
As soon as Zhang Meng returned to her home from Tsui Hark's house, she sat at the table and wrote letters to Hao Mei... "Hello, Hao Mei." She wrote, "Today, under the auspices of Debao, Tsui Hark married a girl named Xiaojun. Lao Pan and I also attended their wedding, acting as witnesses Well. There were only five of us in total, and Tsui Hark didn’t want to make a big deal, which I really didn’t expect. It can be said that the wedding was held quietly, without even posting the happy words. That girl is very nice, and I like her personality. I believe that when you meet her in the future, you will also like her... "You must be wondering why in the first few years when I returned to the city, I deliberately alienated everyone. I tried to avoid communication and contact with everyone. But in the past few years, I have become active again? How should I put it, who doesn't need friendship? Especially women like you and me who have no blood relatives in this world. Especially women like me who are still single. In recent years, my social contacts have widened, and I have met more people and made more friends. However, I feel more and more that friendship is hard to find and precious. What is chic is the way of life on the outside, and what is lonely is my heart. I see so many interpersonal relationships that use each other every day, behind the intimacy , Sometimes it’s just a naked money relationship, material relationship. Friendship is slipping between us, like serious water and soil erosion. Life has become very exciting, and life is also becoming very helpless. I feel like I want to find something A kind of lonely deer in a warm small group, without any sense of friendship, and often threatens people like abject poverty... "I know that you are all concerned about my personal issues. Because of my self-esteem, it is inconvenient to ask me in person. Let me first reveal this secret to you. I already have a fiance, who is the cousin of our boss, an associate professor... You see, women are so weird, they will feel lost if no one reveals their personal secrets..." When Lao Pan came back from Xu Ke's house, he received the first letter from Hao Mei after he went to the factory. Lao Pan couldn't wait to open it, and Hao Mei's beautiful handwriting came into view:
After reading the letter, Lao Pan checked his son's homework as usual.While checking, one problem after another was discovered. Lao Pan taught his son: "Look, such a good paper, if you draw one or two strokes on each sheet, it will be useless. Isn't this a waste!" The son muttered: "I didn't buy it with money, it was a gift from my mother's friend!" "But why did my mother's friend give it to you? Isn't it because you love painting? If any aunt knew that you didn't cherish it so much, she wouldn't give it to you! Do you know what kind of paper it is called? It's called copy paper! Very high-end, very expensive! It costs more than 10 cents a piece! And Dad never saw such a good paper when he was young. The textbooks and homework that Dad read when he was a child were all printed on 'horse manure paper' Yes! Back then, children in our country used 'horse manure paper'. The lecture notes of professors in first-class universities were also printed on 'horse manure paper'!" Lao Pan said, he opened his son's pencil case and poured Produced many pens, "Look at you, no matter what kind of pens you have, one will break in a few days!" The son defended: "It was all sent by my mother at a meeting." Lao Pan said: "That should be cherished!" His son didn't say anything, but he was obviously not convinced. Lao Pan looked through his homework again: "Well, even 3 points appeared! Your mother has only been away for a month, and you have regressed in your studies. How can I explain to her when she comes back?" The son said: "Our whole class has regressed!" "You!... Let me ask you, why didn't you pay me the ten yuan that your school returned for making school uniforms?" Lao Pan continued to question. The son took out a dime from his pocket and put it on the table. Lao Pan couldn't believe his eyes: "It's only 10 cents left? How did you spend it?" The son felt aggrieved and said, "I've already bought ice cream." Lao Pan asked, "One ice cream a day?" The son retorted: "Our classmates still eat several sticks a day!" Old Pan said patiently: "Listen to me patiently. Dad has eaten less than thirty or forty popsicles from the first grade to the sixth grade! It's popsicles, not ice cream. One-third of a popsicle, understand? I don't want to eat five popsicles." Divide one, let alone hope for a dime!" The son asked back: "How can there be popsicles that sell for a third of a piece now!" Lao Pan educated his son: "It's not that you have to eat a popsicle for three cents. It's to make you understand that an ice cream is more than 90 cents. When you can eat it or not, just be patient and don't eat it! Anyway, you can't develop the habit of eating at least 10 cents a day." The stink of an ice cream! Dad is a worker, and although my mother is a writer, she is not a great writer! It is very rare to publish a book now! When the book is published, you have to go to the bookstore to sign and sell it! A book is only a few thousand yuan Royalties! Your mother can only publish a book in two or three years. You can see how hard she writes every night! She also suffers from neurasthenia, hyperosteogeny, and cervical spondylosis." The son didn't show any weakness: "That's because you guys didn't do well! How could Uncle Wu Zhenqing become a big manager? How could Uncle Xu not have to go to work every day and climb the grid every day? Uncle Wu Zhenqing's son has a video game console, do I have it? What is the home of Uncle Wu Zhenqing and Uncle Xu? What is our home like? There is not even a piece of decent furniture! You let me live in such a home since I was a child, are you reasonable? Are you worthy of me? ?” "You!" Lao Pan raised his hand, but he finally tried his best not to fight, "Why don't you compare with Xiao Ling from Uncle Han's family? He has been a three-year-old student for three consecutive years! You can reflect on my side !" The son stood by the wall dissatisfied. Old Pan looked at the photo on the wall: "If your sister is alive, she will never be like you!" The son refused to accept and yelled aggrievedly: "I knew you didn't love me! You just loved the dead young lady and gave me her name! You don't like me, why did you give birth to me!" Lao Pan's slap finally landed on his son's face unbearably.