Chapter 23
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I have finished writing the junior high school chapter, and I am really tortured by myself. Next, I will start to write whatever I think of. My goal is to make it easy and happy, update faster, and make a competent collection of sweet daily essays.
Many readers are curious about my parents’ attitude towards the fact that the male protagonist, Brother Six, who was the one who “broke up the couple” at that time, eventually became their son-in-law. I was also curious, so hotline reporter Asan interviewed them specifically.
I went to my parents' house for dinner in the evening. My dad was heating up the food in the kitchen, so I rushed to the kitchen to find him.
Me: Dad.
Dad Sang: What’s wrong?
Me: Can I ask you a question?
Dad Sang: Tell me, you’re still so mysterious.
Me: Hahahaha
Me: I’m really curious. When I was in junior high school and I was dating Brother 6, you scolded me to death and almost hit me with a towel.
(By the way, this incident is true. One day during that period, my dad didn't come to pick me up after school. I went to the bookstore with a female classmate to buy books. When I got home, my dad was so angry that he almost hit me with a towel, thinking that I was hanging out with my sixth brother again. I still remember it vividly. I was really scared at the time.)
Me: I really hate Brother Liu, but now he has become your son-in-law. What do you think?
My dad: Hahahahahahahahaha
Me: Don’t laugh, answer me first.
My dad: Oh, things are still different ten years ago and ten years later.
Me: What’s the difference?
My dad: You two were really too young back then. It’s normal for you to meet and fall in love again ten years later, now that you’re adults, right?
Me: If we didn't have that relationship back in junior high, would we have gotten together again so quickly if we met again? You were so mad at me back then, damn, I'm scared just thinking about it.
My dad: Oh my, your class teacher even called your mom at that time, how could she not be angry?
Me: Why don’t you stand on the same side with me?
My dad: "I'm still on your side? Your grades have been affected so much, they're plummeting, okay?"
Me: Damn.
Soon, Brother 6 also came home, and we all had dinner together. I brought up this topic again in front of everyone.
Me: Brother 6, Teacher Chen came to see your mother at that time. What did your mother say?
Brother 6: Actually, he didn’t say much, just let me concentrate on my studies.
Me: And then?
Brother 6: It didn’t affect my studies at all. I was even recommended to XX High School.
Me: Huh? (I completely forgot he was recommended for an excellent grade in his third year of junior high.)
Brother 6: But I gave up XX’s recommendation because my mom prefers PP High School.
XX High School and PP High School are among the two best high schools in our district, and are also famous schools in the city. Both are first-class, with no difference in quality. They were the schools that all of our classmates dreamed of back then. I went to XX High School for an interview, but because my science was slightly weaker, I was not selected for the recommendation in the end. However, I have always had a longing for this school in my heart.
Me: ...you gave up even though you were recommended?
Does recommendation mean that you don’t need to take the high school entrance exam?
Brother 6: Yes, my mother thought PP was better, so I later took the junior high school entrance exam and was admitted to PP High School.
Me: ...Why do I feel like there's an inexplicable sense of superiority in your tone? Back then, my dream school was within your reach, and you actually didn't choose it in the end...
My parents: Hahahahahahahahahahahaha (laughing wildly)
Brother 6: Hahahahahahahahahaha (default)
I'm so angry! A high IQ is so great! Just because you're good at studying, you can do whatever you want and avoid getting beaten! (Really...)
Me: Back in junior high, I won second prize in a city-wide essay competition. Back then, we even had big-character posters, right? So great! What a writing prodigy!
My dad: Just brag.
My mom: Haha, you’re starting to feel like you’re there.
Me: I even won first prize in a national essay competition in high school! I truly have a talent for writing! Otherwise, how could I be writing a novel now?
My dad: Tsk tsk tsk, keep bragging. I’ve never seen anyone so boastful.
My mom: What’s so great about that?
Brother 6, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up.
Brother 6: I won the gold medal of the Hope Cup in junior high school.
Everyone looked over at him.
Me: …Holy crap, the Hope Cup?? That super-difficult math competition?!
I am really not as good at science as I am at liberal arts. I still remember the fear of being dominated by mathematics at that time. The Hope Cup was like a stone breaking my chest. It was a completely impossible task. Let alone winning the prize, I estimated that I could not even enter the preliminary round. Those questions looked like a mystery to me.
Brother 6: Yes.
I was instantly exhausted.
My dad: Hahahahahaha, let you keep bragging, real masters never show off.
My mom: See? That's really smart.
Me: …Are you my biological parents???
It is said that fathers like daughters and mothers like sons. My Taurus mother has always been strict and stern to me since I was a child. She would never let go of any faults she could find and almost never praised me (which was in sharp contrast to my father). But after my sixth brother was born, my mother fully demonstrated what "different treatment" meant.
I sent a private message to my mother on WeChat: Mom, please help me take a look at this.
I sent four emojis, but there was no response from my mother.
At the same time, Brother 6 sent a message in our family group of four: Hahaha, this is so funny.
My mother replied instantly and was extremely supportive: Hahahahahahaha I’m dying of laughter.
????
I posted in the group of four: Look, this is the noodles I made.
My mom: It should taste just average, right?
Brother 6 posted in the group of four: I fried the steak.
My mom: Applause, that’s great, it looks delicious.
????
The four of us traveled to Japan together.
Me: I want to eat this barbecue, it looks delicious.
My mom: What are you eating? You're going to get fat if you keep eating this much. Look at your face.
Brother 6: I want to eat barbecue.
My mother: Okay, let’s go, this is the one.
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At home.
Me: Can we have hotpot tomorrow night? I want to have hotpot.
No one answered.
Brother 6: Can we have hotpot tomorrow night?
The next night, there was a big pot of hot pot on the table, with 6th brother’s favorite prawns in the pot.
????
I'm really impressed.
After having brother 6, my family feels completely different. With one more member, there is more laughter and happiness in the family. Usually three people eat three dishes, but now four people can eat five or six dishes. We can finish as much as we want and enjoy it.
Of course, it's not just my mother who has changed, my grandmother has changed as well.
In the past, my grandmother would beam with joy when she saw me: "Sangsang is back! Honey, how are you doing recently? Come, eat this, eat that."
Now when I see my grandma, she takes out some delicious food to treat my brother and me.
I said to Brother 6: You should eat less. You have already eaten a lot at noon, otherwise your stomach will feel uncomfortable.
Grandma: You are mean to him again.
Me: No, I just let him eat less.
Brother 6: (looking pitiful) Can I just have a cookie?
Grandma yelled at me: "You little brat! How could you bully 66 like this? What's wrong with letting him eat a little? He's so skinny. I'm telling you, don't keep bullying 66!"
I:? ? ? ?
I feel like wherever Brother 6 and I go, people think I'm bullying Brother 6.
Colleague: Your husband looks so gentle.
Me: He is very gentle.
Colleague: You will definitely be mean to him, right?
Me: ...neither.
Colleague: You are obviously more aggressive, so people must give in to you.
Generally speaking, when a newlywed couple gets married, the elders should ask the boy to be nicer to the girl, take good care of her and protect her, and not bully her.
When it comes to me, I eat with the elders.
My uncle: Sang, please be nice to 66 in the future. Don’t bully him. He has a good temper.
My aunt: Sang, you should be gentle sometimes. 66 is too accommodating to you.
Uncle 6: Our 66 is very honest, you have to treat him well.
…
Brother 6 looked innocent and gentle throughout the whole process.
I:? ? ? ?
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