Chapter 34 Unspoken rules of the mother

I was lifted out all the way like a little chicken, I don't count on the old man, I can only look at Huang Mao with my last hope.But Huang Mao turned his head away with his face flushed and angry, and I was carried away and slipped into the car all the way under the circumstances of so many betrayals. I covered my face first, then shrank into the passenger seat and declared: "No slapping in the face!" There was the sound of suppressed and angry breathing in my ears, and I quickly explained: "It's not that I have too many conditions, but that you are looking at my face most of the time, and if it is broken, your eyes are also affected."

... After a long time, there was still no sound. I quietly separated my fingers and observed the situation from between my fingers. ... Song Ziyan still looked at me with a pale face. The misunderstanding this time is probably not something that can be avoided by a sloppy eye. I bowed my head obediently: "I was wrong, really, I have realized my mistake very deeply! The prostitute sees prostitution, and the rotten woman sees rottenness. Once I entered danmei, it was as deep as the sea, and my conscience became a passerby from then on. I was blinded by carnal desires, and I no longer have the discernment of the masses, so I made such an obvious mistake. General Manager, please forgive me because I am not far away."

"You Weiyuan?" He sneered, "How far can you go?" I swallowed my longing saliva: "If it is a little further away, I can add the old man, the love between the grandpa and grandson in the next year..." He smiled even colder: "Should I thank you for your mercy?" I defended in a low voice: "You can't blame me, you live in your own house for Huang Mao, and you are inseparable every time you go on a business trip. If you were any other person, you would inevitably think wrong, right?" He smiled on the skin: "Really?" I sneered and explained: "Anyone else refers to a rotten girl..."

He stared at me with a smirk for a long time, and finally sighed helplessly: "So I didn't tell you, because I was afraid that you would think too much. Now it seems that you are not only thinking too much, but outrageous .” I didn't speak, just bowed my head silently to my fingers. After being silent for a while, he said, "Zhan Yang is actually my younger brother." I was curious: "Is there a blood relationship?" He pursed his lips, obviously not wanting to answer: "Not really." As far as I know, the old man is an only seedling, the old man gave birth to an only seedling again, and then Song Ziyan is an only seedling again.In other words, the Song family now has only three generations of old, middle-aged and young people, and he doesn't have any aunts or uncles, so why did he pop out a younger brother out of thin air?Seeing his somewhat perfunctory attitude and obviously not wanting to talk more, I suddenly realized.

Then I couldn't help admiring: "Song Ziyan, uncle looks very decent, I didn't expect that he was also a romantic person when he was young!" He also made mistakes that men would make, and that's why he produced a man with such a big yellow hair... After Song Ziyan heard this, he paused for a while, and then his face turned livid again.Seeing those Lushan claws stretching out towards my neck uncontrollably, I was terrified.Sure enough, it's a river crab society, the leader's hexagrams can't be eight, and I'll be a river crab when I'm on the eighth! At this moment, the mobile phone in his pocket vibrated cheerfully, and then rang loudly.

Song Ziyan retracted his mouth-killing claws, leaving only his chest heaving violently. When I looked at the screen, I burst into tears, mother, the person who loves me the most in this world is you, you or you! Trembling Youyou picked up the phone, and before I could express my joy of escaping from my claws, my mother's loud voice exploded in my ears: "Where are you? What are you doing?" With a probability of 70%, I continued to lie solemnly: "I'm lying in the dormitory watching Gone With the Wind." Song Ziyan glanced at me, didn't speak, just started the car silently.

The car pulled out of the parking lot and moved forward smoothly, and my mother's checking work continued: "What is that?" I said sternly: "A world famous book, the translated Chinese name is also very powerful, it is called Wuthering Heights, have you heard of it?" Mom thought about it for a while, and finally believed and felt relieved: "Well, I heard that it seems that the heroine is called Jane Eyre or something." Before I could answer, her loud voice lit up again: "You are graduating next week, right? When will you be back?" I glanced at Song Ziyan, who was driving seriously, and lowered my voice into the microphone: "Didn't I already find a job here~"

My mother's answer was very simple: "It's for others to work, we don't want it. Come back to me quickly." I was speechless: "Unless you open a tofu shop at home and let me be a Shih Tzu, you will be working for others everywhere, okay?" She was very firm: "That's different. The only way out is to go back to the government and find a decent job." Mom and Dad have very old-fashioned ideas, and they all agree that getting a small salary of thousands of yuan in a government agency is a job. Since I was in my senior year, I have discussed countless times about whether to look for a job outside and what kind of job to look for. seesaw.In fact, I usually always call. This time she called first and asked me to go back from the beginning. It seems that she has made up her mind, but I am also very determined, so I simply made my position clear: "Anyway, I am working now. Well, it’s impossible to go back.”

My mother choked: "What kind of job, what kind of good job can you find like this? I don't know what you have in mind? Didn't you mention a kid named Su when you went home? As the saying goes, if you have a son-in-law, you forget your mother. For such a person I have never even met, you have the heart to abandon your elderly and homeless parents?" The corners of my mouth couldn't help twitching... If I have a computer and a network cable that can lift the earth, then my mother is definitely the hardcore Meng Jiangnv who can build the universe with a mahjong table!And this Meng Jiangnv, who was less than forty-five years old and played cards regularly until the early hours of the morning, actually cried to me that she was "old" and "nowhere to rely on"!

... I was very upset, and said harsh words: "Don't worry about what I'm doing, I won't go back to eat that little public meal anyway!" She was also angry: "Okay, if you don't come back, I'll go there!" He hung up the phone in a hurry. Listening to the beeping sound in the microphone, I also hung up the line in frustration. In fact, it's always good to be with my parents, but I really don't want to go along the road they paved.A job that may be hungry but absolutely unfulfilling, and then find someone with an honest appearance and a simple personality to get married and have children in a casual way, and cultivate love in marriage.

Just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle. What is cultivated is always feelings, and the kind of dependence that is used to after a long time is not love. I don't want to be a frog scalded to death in warm water, let alone die without a place to die. In addition, although I have no ambition, I still need enthusiasm for my career.I need to hide in the toilet and eavesdrop on a few gossips, occasionally give myself a reward of 300 yuan when I get a bonus of 100 yuan, and I need to give myself a goal every day to make progress a little bit.Instead of being carried by them on the road set by their parents. Living in this world, people have to be wronged from time to time, so when you can choose, don't wrong yourself. Cherish yourself and refuse to be wronged. I directly let my mother feel wronged, and I probably have to turn around and stare at my father after hanging up the phone: "Look at the good daughter you have taught!" I also closed the line and looked at Song Ziyan eagerly.With his insidious and cunning, he can grasp every single word, not to mention my secretive live broadcast.I disobeyed authority so much, no matter what, part of it was because of him... He should express his attitude and prove his support and encouragement to me. I looked and looked eagerly, and he was still driving seriously, without even lifting his eyelids. I finally realized that even if the little yellow stone no longer exists, the road to revolution is still very, very long... Although I said a few words to my mother, I really didn't take it to heart.My mother is a typical person who is full of thunder and rain, and probably scolded my father for a few words and devoted herself to the quintessence of Chinese culture.So I didn't take it seriously, and actively participated in the revolutionary camp of the tough battle. Ask for a good morning kiss in the morning. At noon, I love to send boxed lunches. Actively engage in dating at night. Although Song Ziyan's reaction was not enjoyable, it was still cooperative.Because even though he didn't brush his teeth when he woke up in the morning, he let me kiss him too.Although the food was a bit cold at noon, he still ate it patiently.Although the date at night was very romantic and deliberate, and he looked impatient, but at least it was all done. I seem to be downloading his heart, although the progress is a bit slow, but the beating percentage will not disappoint.Even if it's 0.1 every day, it's only a thousand days to a hundred, and I still have the energy to spend with him! I thought hard, watched literary films together, went shopping holding hands, and made a wish to the taillights of airplanes gliding across the sky.Flipping through the guide, it was the turn of the candlelight dinner today, just as I was about to go out to buy candles, the phone started tossing in my pocket again.Just put it in my ear and listened to a sentence, and the romantic feelings flew away with wings. ...Old, mother, she actually came! ! ! Like an ant on a hot pan, I went from room to room, and from room to room. Song Ziyan put down the magazine in his hand and looked at me: "What's wrong?" "I..." Looking at his flat eyes, I couldn't say anything. First, let my mother know that we live together, she must castrate Song Ziyan first, and then kill me. Second, even my mother felt that Song Jingui was very fond of me and forgave me, but when she saw that Song Jingui was not so devoted to me, and that it was my wishful thinking, the fate would be the same. Just eunuch Song Ziyan, and then destroy me... No matter what the outcome is, I'm doomed. I looked at Song Ziyan, then at Song Ziyan, and then at Song Ziyan. Although he is very black-bellied, he is still not on the same level as his mother's toughness. I thought to myself, then hide it, the worst result is that I will be taken home by my mother who knows nothing. So Na Na: "Well... we are about to graduate, and the people in the dormitory want to get together for the last time. I... can I go back to school for a few days?" He looked at me inexplicably for a long time, and finally lowered his eyes: "It's up to you." I don't know if it was an illusion, but there seemed to be a hint of disappointment in the cold tone. And I returned to school in despair, actively making the bed, trying to give my mother who arrived tomorrow afternoon the illusion that, ah, I live here. When Xiao Xue came back, I was climbing up and down to make the bed, and when she asked, I babbled about everything. She scolded me disdainfully: "Stupid." I don't understand. She earnestly taught: "In fact, the parents are also afraid that you will be wronged outside. She wants to see that you live comfortably here, so you can just show her that you are comfortable? A good job, a good man, she has to screw with you." Are you trying to drag you back?" Of course I know this, but it's just: "I have a good job, where can I find a good man?" She squinted: "Your old Song is just a display?" Which pot is not open and which pot is lifted, I squatted in the corner of the bed and drew circles... She muttered: "How can you sing well?" But she still came up with a mysterious idea: "Even if you can't find it for a while, can't you fake one?" In the past, some students hired migrant workers to pretend to be parents. Today, I found Huang Mao to pretend to be her boyfriend. Of course, at the beginning he was reluctant to obey, but the facts proved that Zhengtai would always bow down under Yujie's aura.The next afternoon, he accompanied me to the train station with a sad face. The moment the train stopped, I smiled and took his arm, pretending to be affectionate.His body froze, and he instinctively wanted to push me away. I smiled and whispered, threatening: "This time I will give your sister-in-law a bad performance and try!" He shuddered, and his outstretched arm stopped there. I laughed secretly, it really is easy to be fooled, in fact, if he really tries to act and fails, I can only watch helplessly. That's what I mean by trying it out... Before I could put a sinister smile on my face, my mother's vigorous figure appeared in sight. I dragged my yellow hair and walked over, calling sweetly: "Mom~~" Huangmao was still frozen and didn't respond at all. I pushed him secretly, and he just woke up like a dream, and he also yelled: "Mom~~" My mother was stunned, her face was very serious, but every fine line in the corner of her eyes was holding a sign, 2 points. The little yellow hair is really not covered up, my mother is so tough and the strange aunt has been subdued! ! I introduced: "I mentioned this to you, Su Yawen." Just in case, it's better to keep it simple, so Xiao Huang changed his surname temporarily~ (His surname was not Huang at all!!) Huang Mao has basically returned to normal, and automatically took the bag from my mother. I looked again, and after my mother still had a serious expression, the little wrinkle had happily scored five points. The next two or three days were pleasant. My mother is the happiest. She eats well, lives well, plays well, and buys good things.In particular, I am very satisfied with this son-in-law who has never been married, but once asked me secretly: "Why do I think Xiao Su looks so small?" I lied without blinking: "He looked old at first, but after getting radiotherapy, he felt too young." Then one day when I was having dinner, my mother stared at Huang Mao's little face for a long time, and finally asked straight to the point after the person's expression became more and more unnatural, "Where did you do this operation?" Huang Mao was naturally at a loss, so I hurried to remedy it: "It's not domestic, our country's counterfeiting technology is still relatively backward." Mom asked, "Where is that?" I asked back: "Which country created the universe?" Mom nodded, understood a little bit, and couldn't help regretting: "Forget it, then I won't go." After eating, while my mother was going to the toilet, Huang Mao asked: "What did my mother mean just now?" From the beginning, his acting skills were relatively young, and he gradually matured.Sometimes when walking, he would take the initiative to hold me first, just like a caring man, but he also has the right traits of being easy to be shy, blushing and easy to compromise, so we originally made the kissing effect specially for realistic, Not only is it natural to kiss and indulge, but even his elders don't find it an eyesore because of his seemingly innocent love.Jean obviously entered the show, and even called our mother when he was away. But I didn't get into the show, and all I spent these days was his money. I saw the blood in my heart rushing out all the way, and asked with a bitter face: "How much did you spend? Do the math and give me the total. " He was stunned, his face was pale for a moment, and he lowered his eyes and said, "No need." I am a person who loves small things, but my conscience is shameful, and I am destined not to take advantage of others.Even though he said so, I still insisted: "No, my brother will settle the account clearly, let alone I'm just your sister-in-law." He opened his mouth to say something, and his mother came back. With smiles on our faces again, we got up and walked out. Mom was going back on the fourth day of her stay, saying that she didn't want to delay our work, but in fact she knew the real reason and I knew it too.However, she was quite satisfied with Huangmao's people and wealth, and she didn't say anything about letting me go back. I was very happy.Only Huang Mao was quite lonely, and he tried to persuade us to stay without any courtesy, which shocked us all into a cold sweat.In the end, my mother left with the booty and stood at the gate of the school. Xiao Xue and I took out all the things she had bought in the past few days.Huang Mao's car happened to break down, so Xiao Xue said, "You guys wait here, I'll call a car." I just stood and waited with my mother in one arm and Huang Mao in the other. Xiao Xue quickly ran back from the other side of the road, with a strange expression on her face: "This is a one-way street, the car will come back soon." Then he looked at me who was holding the two of them, and reminded me in a low voice: "Remember to stay calm." Is she afraid that I will cry when my mother leaves? ? =.= This is too underestimating me... The taxi staring at the pagoda came quickly and stopped in front of us. I greeted: "Put this box in the back seat of the car, we will hold the bag..." The sound stopped abruptly, because the driver's door opened, and the person who got out of the car was Song Ziyan, whose clothes were as fresh as new and whose eyes were as cold as a well. I froze, and the yellow hair froze too. Only my mother didn't know anything, picked up the bag on the ground and walked to the car. I turned my head to look at Xiao Xue very slowly, only then did I realize that the strange look on her face turned out to be sympathy... Deepest sympathy for me...