After the mother and son finished their coughing, they both fell silent. Finally, Lin Yi said, "Mom, how about I buy you a plane ticket and you go stay with my brother in Shanghai for a while?"
The old lady's face sulked when she heard this. She raised her eyelids and asked, "What? Are you annoying me?"
Lin Yi sighed: "You should stay over there for a few days and have some free time. My brother has called several times, blaming us for occupying you and not letting you go. They miss you."
The old lady's expression eased slightly, but she continued, "I'm leaving now. You two won't be able to deal with that bastard any more."
Lin Yi patted the old lady's hand and said, "You are already over sixty, how can I let you worry about your grandchildren all the time? Don't worry, I will send you on the plane, and then I will start to deal with him when I come back. When you return from Shanghai, I promise to give you a filial and sensible grandson."
The old lady spitted and thought to herself, "What do you mean by filial piety? I can't even count on that. I'd be grateful if you didn't piss me off to death."
But she finally nodded and agreed to go to Shanghai. Her main concern was that if she didn't leave, she would get so angry that she would have a stroke or cerebral thrombosis one day. Saving her life was the most important thing.
Seeing that the old lady had confessed, Lin Yi quickly called the original body's eldest brother Zhou Daqiang. Daqiang was very happy, but fearing that his mother would go back on her word, he immediately said that he would book a plane ticket and asked his younger brother to pack her luggage overnight and send her on the plane tomorrow, and he would pick her up there.
After hanging up the phone, Lin Yi asked his mother to pack the clothes, while he went to his son Zhou Mingming's room to help the owner of the room declutter.
The old lady heard the loud noise he was making in the room and came over to take a look. Oh my god, he really didn't want to have this son anymore!
All the posters on the wall were torn down, all the strange clothes in the closet were taken out and thrown on the floor, even the pillows were thrown away. The old lady asked in some confusion: "You even threw away the pillows, what will he sleep on when he comes back?"
Lin Yi's hands kept moving. He moved Zhou Mingming's desk and pointed at the pile of brand new textbooks on the floor against the wall and said, "Sleep on the books. Maybe you can learn something in your dreams."
The old lady took off the apron from her neck and shook it off, saying angrily, "Stop it! You're just messing around! Hurry up and redeem her. Don't wait for your wife to come back and cry again."
Lin Yi said, "No, let him suffer a little outside so he can learn his lesson."
"You don't know what kind of person your son is. If you let him spend a night in the police station, not only will he not learn his lesson, but the police station will also have to make a compensation bill for you tomorrow. It's not only adding fuel to the fire, but also making things worse."
Lin Yi stood up helplessly: "Alright, don't worry about it, I have a plan in mind."
"Yes, yes, you useless piece of crap, what the hell is there to do with it?" The old lady went back to her room cursing and slammed the door shut. No one knew whether she was packing her luggage or sulking in her room.
Lin Yi was moving Zhou Mingming's desk to the living room when the phone rang again. This time it was Zhou Mingming's head teacher: "Hey, Mingming's father, you finally answered the phone. You must come to school now. Our principal and dean of studies are here, and the police station comrades haven't left yet. We must have a good talk about your Zhou Mingming's problem.
Oh, and Zhou Mingming punctured over 200 bicycle tires today. The school hired three mechanics to come and fix them. They finally fixed all the tires before the students left school. Each puncture costs one yuan. Bring 400 yuan with you to pay the mechanics' bill."
Lin Yi: "How can there be 400 yuan for over 200 cars? Oh, is there also money for the money tree? Yes, I should compensate you."
The homeroom teacher said, "You don't have to pay for the money tree. It belongs to Teacher Zhang, so he won't make a fuss. The 400 yuan is because some of the cars had more than one puncture. This is the package price. Okay, hurry up. We've been waiting for you all day."
Lin Yi: ...
He really wanted to call Zhou Mingming's mother Zhu Cuifang. Ling Shuang should have come by at this time, but after a little thought, he gave up the idea. If he really made this call, people would think that he, Lin Yi, was too incompetent.
He returned to the bedroom, took out a thousand yuan from the compartment of the wardrobe, and resigned himself to cleaning up the mess of this mission.
Ms. Qiao Chunfeng heard the door open and chased out with a baseball bat in hand. She stopped Lin Yi, put the bat in his hand, and said firmly, "Take it! Beat him up outside and bring him back. Don't bring him home and play the good cop and bad cop with your wife."
This old lady is really cruel. Lin Yi weighed the baseball bat. It was so thick and heavy. One hit from it could break the boy's leg. He nodded heavily at the old lady and said, "Don't worry. I won't go home today unless his leg is broken."
Qiao Chunfeng looked at him steadily, snatched back the baseball bat, and spat at him: "You weirdo." Then she moved her bound feet back.
Before Lin Yi could think of the specific rules, the school gate was right in front of him. At this moment, the gate was closed. Four people were sitting on the ground in front of the message room, three car repairmen and a security guard, chatting.
Lin Yi gave his name to the security guard, and the car repairmen extended their hands to him through the meter-high door. "You're finally here. It's time for us to close the stall and go home for dinner. We were just waiting for you to come and settle the bill."
The security guard stood behind the three men, stifling a smile as he watched Lin Yi pay. This parent was also a regular at the school. His son, Zhou Mingming, was just in the eighth grade and was a bit of a celebrity at the middle school. He caused a major incident every ten days and a minor one every three days. He felt that this parent came to the school more often than he, a security guard who only worked day and night shifts, did.
Just now he was explaining Zhou Mingming's various bad behaviors to the three car repair masters. The masters were amazed and finally said that they would give their own naughty boy chicken legs when they got home. They didn't know until they compared it. After comparing, it was definitely their child who came to repay their gratitude.
Lin Yi counted out four hundred yuan and handed it directly to the nearest master. He didn't care how they divided it. He waved to the security guard who was watching the excitement from behind:
"Don't just stand there, open the door. Don't keep the principal waiting anxiously. Hurry up."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com