My Son Who Has Been Keeped

As soon as Han Zidong walked into the living room, Wang Chunmei took him to sit on the sofa, chased him and asked, "How big is it? Is the truth very famous in their country?"

My mother didn't pursue Korean entertainment, so she explained to her that she really needed some effort. She tilted her head and thought for a while, and decided to change the way to explain the popularity of f(x).

"Let me say that, if there is no accident, if you turn on the TV on the New Year's Eve this year, you should be able to see her and their members on several channels on Shenzhen TV, Liangchuan TV, and Xiangnan TV.

In fact, there is still a little time to conflict in the itinerary of Hunan Province, and the other two TV stations should have settled."

After being able to join the New Year's Eve party of three domestic TV stations, including the famous Xiangnan TV station, Wang Chunmei suddenly felt the real thing about Cui Zhenli's fame.

It turns out that the other party is not only a star, but also a member of the big star group who is very famous in China and South Korea.

Seeing his mother nodding repeatedly, Han Zidong took out the mobile phone he brought back: "She, this is the performance of their group attending the official awards ceremony of the Peninsula yesterday."

Wang Chunmei took the phone and glanced at Cui Zhenli among the five people on the stage at a glance.

Unlike Choi Zhenli who is currently wearing a black down jacket and a pair of ordinary jeans on her lower body, Choi Zhenli on the stage is wearing a sexy and fashionable leather pants short skirt, and a pair of black stockings on her legs.

Jump again, it really shines.

Looking up, Choi Zhenli was opening her suitcase and packing her things like this "prosperous" gangster in her family.

But since the other party is a big star, why do you like her, a son who is useless except for being a little bit naive, and doesn’t feel sorry for girls, and occasionally has a stubborn temper?

Could it be...

At this moment, her elder brother handed over a stack of A4 paper, and at least she had a primary school diploma, and she recognized a few strings of words at a glance: "You from the Xingxing" and "Han Zidong".

Turning on the first page, two parallel long grids outline colorful comic scenes and vivid comic characters.

She has also read many issues of comic magazines subscribed by her son, so she can see that the quality of this manuscript is good, not inferior to those comics that are included in the magazine.

The only difference is that the comic manuscripts in those magazines are usually covered with a whole page, distributed from left to right, from top to bottom, while the comic manuscripts are read from top to bottom, from left to right.

"Mom, we used to read the page manga, but now this is called Tiaoman, which is read one by one. Tiaoman is mainly to adapt to mobile reading. You can see that it looks like this."

It seemed that she could see her question. My eldest son took his cell phone and pulled the screen to show her, explaining while scratching... Oh, his temperament has really changed. How could he be so considerate before!

She looked up at the mobile phone screen, then looked down at the manuscript in her hand, and soon she confirmed that it was a manuscript.

"Is this really a painting?"

"This is still fake!"

Han Zidong waved to Choi Zhenli and switched to the Korean channel: "Truth, my mom doesn't believe that Xing you were drawn by me. Come and explain it to me."

Cui Zhenli came over with a box of cosmetics, placed the cosmetics on the table, and sat next to Wang Chunmei.

He pointed to the stack of drawings, then pointed to Han Zidong, and finally gestured with both hands to outline the action of drawing the comics.

"It's really what you drew!"

Wang Chunmei repeated it again, but this time her tone no longer had the meaning of asking questions, and it seemed like she was talking to herself.

"It's not just this comic," Han Zidong pointed to Lezhi comics on his phone and said, "Even the comics you see is developed by our company."

Wang Chunmei took the phone and asked again: "You work in this company, wearing a suit, tie, and you have five insurances and one fund?"

His mother's understanding of career is really simple.

Han Zidong didn't plan to explain it so carefully at once. He had to stay in China for a few days anyway, so he had time to popularize his career details.

So he nodded gently: "It's not necessary to wear a suit and tie every day. Although the names are different, social insurance must be paid."

"Okay," Wang Chunmei smiled happily, but her eyes were bright: "I'll tell it to your father tomorrow, but he has always hoped to see you publish his own comic book."

"There will be comic books, which may be a little late this year, and it should be almost the end of next year. I will come back and burn him one."

Han Zidong was also driven by Wang Chunmei's emotions and fell into childhood memories.

He used to be ignorant and naughty, but he was often repaired by his father, and even disliked him for a while. Until the drunk driving accident that took three people away, he could never see him again, and he regretted it.

.

"Oba, why did Auntie cry?"

Choi Zhenli's voice brought his thoughts back to reality.

Han Zidong squatted beside Wang Chunmei and held the other party's hand: "Mom, stop crying, this is a happy event, you should be happy."

"Yes, it's a happy event, you should be happy."

Wang Chunmei wiped her tears, but the tears still burst out in a bad mood. At this time, a small hand holding a tissue stretched out and wiped her tears patiently.

She looked back at Choi Jinli, who raised her right hand and hugged her, saying something she couldn't understand at all.

"Mom, Zhenli is saying that you don't cry, you cry so much that she wants to cry."

"Okay, I won't cry."

Taking the tissue and wiping the tears, Wang Chunmei raised her head and adjusted her mentality. After a while, she slowly stood up: "Aren't you two hungry? I'll make food for you now."

"Mom," Han Zidong pressed his mother down and said, "I'll do it."

"Yes, you do it."

The three of them walked towards the kitchen together.

I checked the ingredients and found that there were only potatoes and cabbage, but fortunately, there were all ingredients such as peppers, green onions, ginger, and garlic.

Washed two rounds of raw rice and cooked rice.

After washing three potatoes, Han Zidong began to cut them into shreds. He noticed that his mother and Zhenli were observing his knife skills. He deliberately turned his body and exposed the cutting board openly.

After one knife after another, the potatoes were cut into thin and evenly thick sheets, which made the two sigh.

"Oh, the knife skills are OK."

"Big! Oh, oh, oh!"

Spread the potato chips and turn them into shredded potatoes of the right size in the longitudinal direction.

After cutting a few slices, he felt unsatisfied, so he cut the other two pieces into slices and put them on, forming three layers of potato slices.

The sound of the blade hitting the chopping board sounded in the kitchen. With the sound of the blades passing by, a pile of shredded potatoes were left behind.

Cui Zhenli let go of Wang Chunmei's hand, approached the chopping board, and pinched a shredded potato.

"Auntie, look!"

"Good, good knife skills, did you learn it yourself?"

Listening to the two of them completing wonderful communication in different languages, Han Zidong only felt novel, as if sometimes the language was not in line with each other and it would not hinder each other's communication.

He did not explain his experience of delivering food, but said that he lived alone and could do it after cooking alone for a long time. After that, he translated it to Cui Zhenli.

After soaking the shredded potatoes for five minutes, stir-fry them all, and the sour cabbage and shredded potatoes were quickly released.

As soon as he picked up the plate, the two women came over with a pair of chopsticks. It seemed that they didn't plan to wait for him to put it on the dining table.

"Mom, hurry up and pick up a chopstick, it's very hot."

"Truth, why are you joining in the fun?"

The two of them picked up a chopstick, blew the heat and put it into their mouths.

“The taste is OK.”

"Say, oh, oh, Oppa's brittle bones!"

After waiting for a while, the rice was cooked and the two of them started eating.

Wang Chunmei sat aside, looking through the paper drawings, and suddenly a question appeared in her heart: "Do you use Chinese to draw comics on Peninsula?"

"How is it possible? There are currently three-language versions of my comics in China, Japan and Korea."

Han Zidong swallowed the food in his mouth and replied.

"Your boss values ​​you so much?"

"Mom, what are you thinking?" Han Zidong put down the bowls and chopsticks and explained with a smile: "I am the boss, I run this company."

Hearing Han Zidong's words, Wang Chunmei's facial features wrinkled together, and the thought that had just been interrupted in the living room emerged again, and it was uncontrollable.

She opened her mouth wide, looked at Cui Zhenli, who had been silly and laughed, and then looked at her son who had changed so much that she didn't know: "Are you kept by someone?"

"Ahem, cough," Han Zidong almost choked with saliva: "Mom, what did you say? Who is the one who keeps me!"

Wang Chunmei nodded: "Truth, to be honest, did you borrow money from Truth when you opened a company?"

Ah...this.

Han Zidong was silent. This was really a coincidence, but it was also very inexplicable.

Seeing that Han Zidong didn't speak, Wang Chunmei was a little anxious: "Speak."

Han Zidong thought about it and decided to sue it truthfully. He also hoped that his mother could use this matter to further understand the special relationship between him and Cui Zhenli.

"Mom, listen to me, I did borrow some money from Truth, but things are not what you think. We signed a loan contract, and my royalties are enough to repay her debt."

"Then have you paid it back?"

Wang Chunmei has her own set of behavioral rules and asked her most concerned questions.
To be continued...