☆、Extra five
Xi Chuzhi is already ten years old. He is no longer as naughty and playful as before, and has become a little adult.
He also felt that he had grown up, but at the same time, he felt that his father had not grown up.
After dinner, Dad went out for a dinner party. As for why he had to eat dinner even after going out for a dinner party, it was of course because today's dinner was cooked by Mom.
In fact, he felt that the food was not as delicious as his father's, but this did not affect the father and son from praising their mother.
After his father left, he watched TV for a while, and then went to the study to help him with his homework after his mother finished replying to work messages.
When his mother is busy, she doesn't care about time, but when it comes to him, she will strictly control it. He will study for 40 minutes and then take a 10-minute break, and the alarm clock will be set on time and reasonably.
Because he needed to understand and analyze more of the math problems, which were related to junior high school, his learning progress was slow to reach the next stage.
Even so, Mom is very patient, unlike Dad, who always stimulates him from time to time by telling him about some of Mom's past achievements.
For example: "Your mother used to disdain to answer questions like this. They were easy questions that she could see through at a glance. How come you didn't inherit any of that?"
Another example: "That shouldn't be the case. You should be doing high school math problems instead of junior high school math problems."
You have to know that he is still an elementary school student. He just grows a little anxiously and taller. It doesn't mean that he can solve high school problems. But it is also because he is an elementary school student that he dare not talk back to his father who teaches college students.
Also, talking back is not okay, and even though his grades aren't as good as his parents' before, it doesn't mean he's a bad, rude kid.
However, he realized that his father was only best to him when he was young and looked like his mother.
Now that he is growing up and becoming just like his father, he has lost a lot of love, both from his father and his grandfather.
Crying...
Oh, by the way, he calls his mother's parents grandpa and grandma, and as for his father's mother, he doesn't call her grandma, but beautiful Linlin.
If you ask why, I won’t explain, because beautiful Linlin said that this is a beautiful woman’s business.
My thoughts wandered away, and now let's talk about his father. His father had been out for dinner for two hours. During these two hours, he and his mother had been studying in the study. He was doing his homework, and his mother was reading his textbook, unlike his father who was always playing with his phone.
Just then, my mother's cell phone rang, and the note on it was "Dear husband". Of course, this disgusting name was changed by my father himself. Sometimes I feel that my mother dotes on my father more than he does on me.
"Hello, husband."
"What are you doing."
It's strange, why does Dad speak in this tone? He sounds a little upset. Is he drunk?
The mother seemed not to notice and said softly, "I'm helping Xiao Chu with his homework."
I don’t know if the father on the other end of the phone was silent or the signal was bad, so there was no sound.
After more than ten seconds, "Oh, that's it."
The tone was slightly less cold and hard, but not much better, and he couldn't help but look up at his mother from his book.
My mother smiled and asked, "What's wrong? Do you want me to pick you up?"
"don't want."
Well, it sounds a bit aggrieved. Even though he is his father's son, he can't understand what his father is thinking. It's really confusing.
Then the phone was hung up, which made people feel that his father was just throwing a tantrum, and no one knew what he was angry about.
Half an hour later, there was a noise outside. It was the sound of the door closing. Normally, their door should not make such a loud noise. It can be seen how much effort the person returning home must have put in to make the door make such a loud scream.
"Your father is back. You don't need to write anymore. Just take a rest."
After saying that, his mother started checking his homework, ignoring his father who was still making noise in the living room, so he had to go and check it first.
"Mom, I'm going to the living room."
"Okay, get your dad a glass of water."
"Okay, Mom."
After he left the study, he clearly saw his father's expression change, from vague expectation to great disappointment. However, this obvious disappointment was reduced a lot after he knew that the water he poured was specially asked by his mother for him to pour for his father.
"My head hurts so much. Go ask your mother if she has any hangover tea at home."
Dad looked like he was pretending, but there was no need to ask Mom, he knew.
"Under the coffee table, Dad."
He also knew what his father's expression meant when he said this. He thought he was useless, but he just didn't want to disturb his mother. What was wrong with that?
Seeing that this trick didn't work, Dad had to attack himself, "Ouch! Tsk!"
"well!"
"Ouch!"
Actually, it’s not impossible for his father to become an actor, but I heard that actors are very busy. In that case, his father can’t always be around his mother. No wonder his father didn’t become an actor before.
He watched as long as his father wailed. Finally, his mother came out, and his father wailed even more miserably.
"Did you drink too much tonight?"
"Xiao Chu, go get another glass of water and add some honey."
He went there obediently. Whoever said he was useless could serve tea and water.
During the short time he was working as a waiter, his father nestled in his mother's arms. However, his father was a lot bigger than his mother, so only his head could feel the warmth. The rest of his body couldn't squeeze in unless his father switched bodies with him.
When the water was delivered, he stood by and acted as a third wheel for his parents. Other parents would dislike their children for being in the way, but his parents would not, because they only had eyes for each other.
That saying is absolutely true: parents are true love, children are accidents.
Mom asked Dad a few questions about the dinner party, and Dad became angry again as he was talking. This time he heard the reason: Mom didn't call him to urge him to go home, so Dad was unhappy.
"We all have classes tomorrow, and they said whoever gets the call first gets to go first!"
Dad was like crazy, but his mom was super gentle, comforting the big, wild-looking dad. "Are they all done walking?"
"No! But I just want to leave first!"
Although he is still a child, he knows what it means to be unreasonable, just like his father.
"I'll call you earlier next time, okay?"
Unfortunately, his father is a fool, and a drunk fool at that, "Not good!"
"Why didn't you call me? I've been out for two hours! What if I get kidnapped by human traffickers?"
"You don't care about me at all!"
Well, now he wanted to leave on his own initiative because his father started to attack indiscriminately, or to be more precise, attack him.
"You only have eyes for your son! He comes first in everything! Every time he goes out, you ask him to text you when he arrives at his destination, and you also ask him to send you a message about what he had for dinner."
God is my witness, he is only a ten-year-old boy. Isn't it normal for him to report his daily travel to his mother?
"What about me! Have you ever cared about me? If you don't love me anymore, just tell me directly. There's no need to beat around the bush!"
Just like this, a fabricated story would annoy even the best-tempered person, but his mother remained gentle and calm. Seeing that he seemed unable to stay any longer, she let him go back to his room first.
"Xiao Chu, go back to your room. Good night."
"Goodnight mommy, goodnight daddy."
Just as he left the living room and walked upstairs, he heard his father talking about the phone call again, saying things like "don't care", "don't mind", "heartbroken", and so on, and there seemed to be tears in his voice.
It is not uncommon for his father to be a crybaby. His grandparents said that his father was not like this before, but after his mother gave birth to him, his father suffered from postpartum depression and became sentimental and crybaby.
Often at this time, the mother always has to put down everything at hand and focus all her attention on the father. During this period of time, his mother cannot even show that she values him. He is obviously his parents' child, but the father is more like that child.
Just like the three-year-old brother of Vivi’s godmother, who will play tricks if he doesn’t get candy.
See, he said it a long time ago, his father hasn't grown up yet.
Not only the son thinks so in this family, but Xi Mo, as Xiu Yangui's wife, also has a deep understanding of it.
I don’t know why the older you get, the more childish your behavior becomes. Is this an outward manifestation of a young mentality?
After calling her son back to his room, Xi Mo hugged Xiu Yangui and coaxed him, "I asked you to send it to me, but you rarely go anywhere other than going to school, which makes me feel relieved."
"If you go to work at school, I have your class schedule and know when you go to class and when you leave. If you need to substitute for a class or change classes, I also ask you to tell me."
"If I didn't care about you, why would I save the class schedule every time a new semester came and the schedule changed, right?"
Xiu Yangui buried his head in the crook of Xi Mo's neck and said nothing.
"I didn't know you had this rule for dinner parties. Now I know. I'll call you earlier next time, okay?"
"Do you feel uncomfortable? Do you want some more water?"
After much persuasion, they were finally able to go back to their room to rest. Just as they had packed up, washed up, turned off the lights and were getting ready to go to bed, Xi Mo felt a constant rustling noise around her.
Then someone pulled her pajamas, quite violently. Xi Mo sighed, "Honey, don't pull it. The clothes have buttons."
The action of unbuttoning her clothes was not gentle. In order to avoid the clothes from being harmed in vain, Xi Mo had to do it herself. "I remember you have classes tomorrow morning."
"No."
So willful! Xi Mo was amused. She raised her hand and touched his face, using a little force to stop him from getting close. She asked, "Can you be gentle?"
The next second, her hands were pulled apart and pressed against the bed sheet, and he told her with his actions that his answer was: No.
Since that was the case, Xi Mo had nothing to say. She neither struggled nor complained. After Xiu Yangui knew that she would not push him away, he stopped suppressing her.
I was joking when I said I wouldn’t go to class. I still had to go to class, but I still had to get what I deserved.
Xi Mo didn't know why he was always so insistent. It was obvious that there was no taste at all. If it was during the breastfeeding period, it would be fine, but the child was ten years old, so how could there be anything left?
It was indeed not a gentle pain. Xi Mo gasped in pain and touched the end of his hair, hoping that he would calm down soon.
Of course, that's impossible. Taking advantage of the cooler weather, people are having a bad taste in their bodies and leaving marks on the exposed skin.
She would naturally wrap herself up tightly when she was outside, but she would wear looser clothes at home. However, home is not just their home, there is also a child.
After he had satisfied his desire to talk, Xiu Yangui stuck his head out, and now his target was the face and mouth.
After a while, Xiu Yangui hugged his lover tightly, but his tone was definitely not nostalgic. "Don't work overtime on Sunday. Send your son to play games with A-Nian and Yu-Lan, or to A-Zhen for boxing."
"Aze's place is no good. He only spoils the child and calls his son "little brother."
"If it doesn't work, send it to City A. I have people there."
Xi Mo didn't respond, but Xiu Yangui also had a way, looking like a rogue.
"Then you should stay in the company. There aren't many people in the company on Sundays anyway."
"Brother, I..."
"Don't talk nonsense. Just choose where you want to stay. It's not impossible to get a room."
"…at home."
Xiu Yangui agreed readily, tucked the corner of the quilt for Xi Mo, and kissed her forehead lingeringly, looking like he was deeply in love with her.
But it is true.
Love, deeply.
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