The morning light is first dew, and Zhongnan Mountain is silent in the early morning of summer. The mountains are covered with clouds and mist, and it looks like a fairyland.
The small courtyard at the foot of the mountain had already woken up from sleep. Zhuo Yang's father Zhuo Tongtong pushed the grains of soy milk in front of his wife, picked up the small bun in the cage, put it to his mouth, and gently bit the small one.
Break.
"Let's have a meal, watch while eating."
My mother Yang Hong took her eyes off the TV and took the spoon slowly stirring the soy milk.
The final round of the 2019 American Cup Group C group stage is being broadcast live on TV, the match between China and Chile.
Yang Hong smiled and shook her head, saying to her husband: "After so many years, I still don't think football has any charm... I should still not like football."
Zhuo Tongtong said: "It's normal. Let's have a meal first."
"If it weren't for the football game, we had our son..." Yang Hong said: "I definitely wouldn't have watched it."
Zhuo Tongtong: "Well...well, eat it."
Yang Hong held up the soy milk, but put down the bowl. "I don't like football. I used to not like it, and now I don't like it very much, but my son is the best football player in the world. Tongtong, you say that people are in this life
Not very wonderful.”
Couple: "Hahahaha..."
"If it were now, would you still let the 17-year-old Zhuo Yang study abroad alone?" Zhuo Tongtong asked.
"Hahaha, stay by your side all day long? Are you happy?" Zhuo Tongtong said: "Everyone hopes that their children will have a future, so you will be fine."
Yang Hong hesitated: "I...I don't know."
Zhuo Tongtong: "..."
"No... Why did I change? Where is this... Honghong, you have to get up early in the morning to watch the football game. I originally wanted to sleep in." Zhuo Tongtong held a bun in her hand: "I'm going to go ahead and go ahead."
Get up and make breakfast. Look, I slipped the buns, made soy milk, and cut the side dishes. Look."
After saying that, he pulled open the chair and left.
"It's okay, I'm just going out to find you."
Zhuo Tongtong was also very happy: "Then she did nothing, she could only go home and live with her parents first?"
After laughing, Zhuo Tongtong said, "I know you miss your son. Look, won’t he come back after this game? Wait a few more days."
"Don't call me." Yang Hong stood up angrily: "You eat it yourself. I hate me, I'll leave."
There was still half a small bun on the chopsticks, and Zhuo Tongtong didn't know whether to eat it or put it back on the plate.
Yang Hong: “…”
Half a minute later, Yang Hong came back and sat back at the dining table.
"Hmph! They feel sorry for us?" Yang Hong said dissatisfiedly: "Okay, come back and spend some time with me! How many times can I see them a year now?"
"You can rely on your parents and refuse to lie down." Zhuo Tongtong added.
"Eat and eat, you know how to eat. Zhuo Tongtong, you have changed."
"Did I feel wronged you? You will be impatient when you say a few words to you and finally hate me, right?"
Looking at her watch, Yang Hong was angry and went out for about five minutes. Zhuo Tongtong planned to go out to find her in another minute.
Yang Hong said angrily: "You would listen carefully to whatever I said, but now you are absent-minded in whatever I say. Humph, time is a pig-killer knife, and the surname Zhuo, you have changed."
"Oh--" Yang Hong said: "I was still young at that time, with a stubborn temper and impulsive temper. I made up my mind and couldn't even pull back the nine-headed cows."
Yang Hong said: "When I come back this summer vacation, I must let Zhuo Yang stay for a few more days. Also, he is a big boss, so I have to urge him again. What are you waiting for with Koko?"
"...If I were now, I wouldn't have let my son go."
"Honghong..."
"Well... I should be a piano teacher."
"Impossible, Honghong, we know our son. Zhuo Yang may graduate from the Conservatory of Music and will honestly go to a middle school to be a music teacher. But he will definitely not work for a long time. The teacher's profession is too boring.
He couldn't hold it in as long as he was."
Zhuo Tongtong comforted his wife and said, "It's Qiu Tian and Zhuo Yang who feel sorry for us. You and I can't do anything to do anything. People can't accept old age."
Even though he got used to it, Zhuo Tongtong was still a little nervous. He was relieved until his son stood up from the ground and ran back to the competition.
Yang Hong shook her head: "Oh, promising is promising, but promising process is also worrying. Zhuo Yang... I don't want to experience it anymore. I would rather he be unpromising and mediocre for the rest of his life."
Zhuo Tongtong: "Weiwei, yes, weiwei. Eat it quickly, it will be cold in a while."
Zhuo Tongtong said in his heart: I saw it, I know...
Yang Hong also picked up the buns and said, "It's nothing wrong with the old Ren family. At least you can see them every day, don't worry."
On TV, his son Zhuo Yang was driving the ball and was stopped by a Chilean player. The referee's whistle rang, and Zhuo Yang lay on the ground without getting up.
"Honghong, what do you think Zhuo Yang would look like now if he had not studied abroad?"
‘Bang!’ Yang Hong suddenly slapped the table, frightened her husband who was staring at the TV while eating buns, and almost poked the chopsticks holding the small buns into his nostrils.
"Even if you know that Zhuo Yang will achieve his current achievements in football and piano, you won't let him study abroad again?"
"Actually, I regretted it when Zhuo Yang left that year." Yang Hong Youyou said: "I don't know how many tears I shed with my back..."
Yang Hong said excitedly: "Then he will resign like the old Ren family's child, go to play a band, run training classes, and borrow money to buy a motorcycle?"
Zhuo Tongtong sighed slightly: It's coming again...
"I'm sorry, Tongtong, I'm in a bad mood."
Yang Hong put her elbow on the table and held her face with both hands: "I agree! Zhuo Yang can leap her parents, but she can't sleep in."
Zhuo Tongtong sighed, stuffed half a bun into her mouth and ate it in a hurry, then brought a small basin and a plate, and covered the soy milk, buns and meals on the table first to keep the temperature.
"Haha, when Zhuo Yang was seventeen years old, you insisted on letting him go to Germany, and you would let him go alone. No one would listen to you at that time."
Zhuo Tongtong put the soy milk for his wife again. "Like Professor Ren in your college, he is as old as Zhuo Yang, and now he is dependent on his parents all day long. Zhuo Yang is like him, are you happy?"
Yang Hong pouted: "We shouldn't have retired, we're both idle and have nothing to do."
"Tongtong, let me tell you. Last time I asked Koko why she and Zhuo Yang didn't want children. Koko blushed and said that Zhuo Yang doesn't want it for the time being. If you say you don't want it, then you don't want it. Why is she blushing?
?”
"Is it your evil mother-in-law who urged you?"
"Bah! Who is the evil mother-in-law? Koko is my biological daughter."
"Haha, that's up to his own mother."
Chapter completed!