Cheng Zhilan suspected that the boy she gave birth to had secretly brought a woman home while they were away yesterday.
There is no smoke without fire, and she has evidence. Before going out, she had kept the entire house spotless, and she was sure that there wouldn't be a single strand of hair left. But last night when she returned home, she found a few strands of hair on the bathroom sink. Judging from the length, they were about the same length as her baby daughter Shikui, but Shikui lived in the school dormitory and didn't go home this weekend.
Also, the dishes in the kitchen had been moved. Little Bastard Chen was a person who never cooked. Even if he had to use dishes, the only thing he did after dinner was to put them in the kitchen. Old Man Chen might be better. He couldn't be said to be sloppy and unkempt, but he would just leave a tragic dining table that was comparable to the battlefield in Syria.
Yesterday, the tableware was carefully stacked and, like the stove, showed signs of having been washed.
Cheng Zhilan was not senile yet. Even if she was mistaken and overly sensitive, then the fact that Chen Tinghan had slipped out of the house last night, thinking he was unnoticed, was a very obvious problem.
Because what was left on the sink was short hair, I could barely explain it as a male classmate visiting my home, but what good person would go out in the middle of the night to meet someone of the same sex?
Finally, when she was cleaning the closet in Chen Tinghan's room, she found a set of clothes that she didn't buy. When she checked the brand, she found that the top alone cost seven or eight thousand yuan.
This is a bit scary when you think about it.
Cheng Zhilan looked at the boy sitting at the dining table eating breakfast, wanting to say something but stopping herself.
Chen Tinghan had been tormented by Wang Jinling all night and hadn't slept well when he got home. Now his mother's wandering eyes made him instinctively alert. He was also a little puzzled. He didn't know what his mother was singing about. She didn't know whether she was talking or not, which looked creepy.
So in fact, the ability to investigate cases is somewhat hereditary. With her insight, it is not surprising that she raised someone like Chen Tinghan.
After a while, Cheng Zhilan finally chose to believe her son. He looked so sloppy. Which rich old woman would choose to attack him?
The fabric of that dress looks pretty good. I guess it’s a high-quality imitation from somewhere.
She said, "Let's go to your uncle's house for lunch."
Chen Tinghan was slightly stunned and asked curiously, "Again? It's getting quite frequent, isn't it?"
"It's all your fault." Cheng Zhilan rolled her eyes at him and said, "Last time you made a bet, your cousin is still secretly cursing you. He heard that you just finished the grade-level exam or some other small test, and he's rushing out to take revenge on you.
Tell me the truth, how did you do on the test this time? Did you improve? If not, I won't go. You can't afford to lose face if you go by yourself."
Chen Tinghan scratched his head and finally remembered such a trivial matter. His cousin was so serious. He thought the bet was just a joke.
Seeing him scratching his head in silence, Cheng Zhilan sighed in despair: "Shame on you, what a shame."
"I have improved. Don't worry, I will definitely make a big splash at the dinner table and make you proud!" Chen Tinghan said jokingly.
"Come on, he was acting like a decent person in junior high, but he got beaten and scolded in high school, and now he's like a dead pig that's not afraid of boiling water."
As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Cheng Zhilan felt a little regretful. She also knew that her mouth played a great role in family quarrels, but she could never control it.
She was already waiting for Chen Tinghan to get angry, and then she retorted.
As a result, Chen Tinghan smiled and showed no sign of anger. Instead, he put down the noodles he was eating, went to the room to take out his schoolbag, took out the papers of various subjects, and handed them to Cheng Zhilan.
Cheng Zhilan took the paper, glanced at the score, and after a moment of silence, asked, "You didn't cheat, did you?"
Chen Tinghan grinned and said, "I copied it. I ranked second in the class in this exam, and the first place sat next to me."
Cheng Zhilan didn't say anything, her eyes reddened. She was so frightened by Chen Tinghan that she immediately dropped the chopsticks she had just picked up and said quickly, "I'm kidding. I didn't copy it. I wrote it 100% myself."
Old Ms. Cheng patted his shoulder fiercely and said with a choked voice, "My son, how could I not know?"
"You are very smart. Every teacher has said so since you were a child. You must study hard and don't ruin yourself." She said:
"Although there's more to life than just studying, your father and I suffered so much for so many years because we didn't have a diploma. You must never suffer the same hardship we suffered."
"Okay, I won't eat it. I absolutely won't eat it."
Chen Tinghan gently stroked Cheng Zhilan's hair.
His parents are his "world of yesterday". In his eyes, they are the afterimages cast in his peripheral vision when he occasionally glances at them as he moves forward. These afterimages seem to never grow old and never collapse, but no one can stay young forever. Life is an ups and downs curve. After reaching a certain peak, everyone will inevitably go down. The older people get, the more childish and emotional they become.
They just have no one to rely on, and their children are not yet grown up.
As for Chen Tinghan, he finally looked at his parents straight in the eye and saw their true appearance. They were no longer as young as when he was born.
If parents leave, the bridges between today, yesterday, and the day before yesterday in life will be torn down, and no matter how they move forward, they will be accompanied by extreme anxiety. (*Note)
Suddenly, Cheng Zhilan stood up and ran into the room, so fast that Chen Tinghan didn't have time to react. She immediately changed into another set of clothes and came out.
She said viciously, "Let's go buy some food now. Buy all the chickens, ducks, geese, fish, shrimps, and crabs. We'll give them a treat!"
Chen Tinghan couldn't hold it in and burst into laughter: "Let's go and see who invites whom to the Hongmen Feast!"
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Finally, the mother and son came to visit, carrying three large bags. When my aunt opened the door, she was a little dumbfounded and couldn't help asking, "Are you going to the market to rob?"
While they were chatting, Chen Tinghan took a look inside and immediately knew that the visitor had ill intentions and that this whole family would have no place to stay.
My aunt caught his gaze and felt a little embarrassed. She whispered, "Today isn't a formal gathering. I wanted to just invite you and our two families upstairs and downstairs to get together, but you know Old Cheng. He's a very lively person and doesn't know how to be moderate. There's no way we can fit so many people in our house."
"Now it's good. There are too many people and there's no place to stand. We just discussed taking the ingredients to a nearby store for processing." My aunt is a considerate woman. She took the ingredients, put them down, and took out some money. She wanted to secretly put it into Cheng Zhilan's hand and whispered:
"I'm sorry to have cost you money.
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