American drama of life

Chapter 68 Vodka's Funeral
"It's him……"

When the irritable old brother Ross heard the name Sheldon Cooper, he suddenly couldn't get manic, and said something gloomy.

"Who is he?"

Chandler quipped, "Who is he?"

"You know Sheldon Cooper?"

Luke was also surprised by Rose's shift in attitude.

He's also looking forward to his grumpy old brother Ross beating up Sheldon Cooper, who never speaks.

Who would have thought that Ross would be cowardly when he heard his name.

"Hmm."

Ross hesitated and did not want to speak, but under repeated pressure from the crowd, he sighed: "He is a genius theoretical physicist in Princeton. I heard that his IQ is as high as 187. He went to university at the age of 11 and got his first doctorate at the age of 15. .

At the age of 23, he has two doctorates, a Ph.D. and a Ph.D., as well as an M.A., and is a science star at a top institution like Princeton University. "

"So you are ashamed of yourself."

Chandler sneered.

"I do not have……"

Ross retorted indifferently.

"That's not surprising."

Luke nodded: "Such a hard core and such an excellent resume really makes people speechless. This is not comparable to SAT scores."

"..."

Ross glared at Luke fiercely.

This is so disturbing.

As a genius in the eyes of his parents, he has been touted as a genius since he was a child, but if he wants to brag, he can only talk to the doctoral students at Columbia University with his SAT score that he has added 200 points to.

In the face of Sheldon Cooper's suffocating resume of glory, no matter in terms of age, education, contempt chain in the field of science, etc., he is indeed so ashamed that he can instantly calm down.

When others say this, he can still retort back.

But if it was Sheldon Cooper who said that, what could he say?

Fighting with the opponent, I'm just afraid that "what do you know" will let him break the defense.

"Why are you smiling like this?!"

Ross saw that the curvature of the corner of Monica's mouth was so big and dazzling, and couldn't help but sneered.

"I'm happy!"

Monica released her endless joy and snorted back: "I have never felt so happy before."

Seeing Chandler, they all looked over and quickly covered up: "Although I haven't seen this Dr. Sheldon Cooper, but I think I like him a lot~"

"Just because he can make Rose feel ashamed?"

Chandler asked in surprise, and after Monica nodded vigorously, he mocked: "You are so sick!"

"yeah, this is me!"

Monica took all the bills.

No matter what she said, she was infinitely happy at the moment.

Everyone talked for a while, it was getting dark, and after Chandler and Ross left, Luke and the others also packed up and slept.

Even if Monica's eyes brightened again, Luke only secretly made out with her for a while and then separated.

Ok.

Tomorrow is Bonnie's funeral.

The patience tonight is for a better celebration tomorrow.

The next day.

Luke drove Emma to the crematorium to get the urn.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm not late, are you?"

When they got their hands and were about to leave, Christie hurried over.

"Mom, don't worry, grandma can't run."

Behind him, a five- or six-year-old blond girl said quietly.

"Never trust grandma."

Christy said something to her daughter seriously, and then she waved to Luke reservedly: "Hi, Luke, this is my daughter Violet."

"Hello, Violet."

Luke smiled at the little girl.

"Are you that Luke?"

The little blond girl looked up at Luke.

"I'll look at my driver's license."

Luke took out his wallet from his pocket, took out his driver's license, looked at it, and said solemnly, "That's right, I should be that Luke."

"Mom, write it down."

The little blond girl looked at her mother, who had never been so reserved before, and mocked: "I'll stop drinking later, and I won't remember who I am. This trick is very practical."

"Ha ha."

Christy smiled awkwardly, and then took out a notebook for elementary school students from her backpack and wrote down this sentence.

Luke caught a glimpse of a lot of various tips written crookedly on it.

"I like you."

The little blond girl glanced at Luke and said hello to Emma and Emma: "Aunt Emma, ​​I'm sorry, we are all friends."

"Violet, you wouldn't think like that."

Emma replied.

The two, one big and one small, looked at each other.

"So, are you a firefighter?"

After Kristy put away the notebook, she looked at the big and small, and found that she couldn't afford any of them, so she looked at Luke and chatted awkwardly.

"Ah."

Luke looked at the big and small like a cockfight with interest, and nodded perfunctorily to Kristy's question.

"Cool."

Christy was speechless: "I seem to have made out with a firefighter."

As soon as she said it, she turned her head and made a face to herself, yelling at herself in her heart: "Chrissy, do you have any brains, why are you saying this!!!"

"like?"

Luke looked at her speechlessly.

"yeah, I rarely have time to wake up..."

Christy rubbed her hands and nodded, a little embarrassed.

"Try changing rarely to never."

Seeing that the little blond girl couldn't win against her little aunt with her eyes on the waves, she immediately retreated strategically and used her best mother as a target again to complain.

"It's getting late, let's go."

said Emma.

"Come on, you follow our car."

Luke nodded and said to Christy.

"Reservation for the passenger seat!"

The little blond girl skillfully called out the special words for seat grab, and then ran to Luke's passenger seat.

"Violet!"

Kristi couldn't help but shouted, "Aren't you going with Mommy?"

"Do you want me to be safe?"

The blond girl asked back.

"..."

Christy stopped talking immediately.

"Children can't sit in the passenger seat."

Emma walked over, carried her niece by the collar and took the little blond girl out, ignoring the cry of the little blond girl, and stuffed it into the back seat.

"Violet?"

Christy, who hadn't stepped into the car, ran over immediately and looked at her daughter expectantly: "I'll let you sit in the passenger seat."

"Listen to what you said, you really don't see me safe and happy, do you?"

The little blond girl mocked: "You don't drink and drive, and you don't drink when you drive. I really don't know why your driver's license hasn't been put away."

"I didn't drink... much."

Christy snorted.

"You don't think so about the bottle of vodka you bought for your grandmother."

The little blond girl sneered: "You are not afraid that grandma will come to trouble you from hell at night!"

Before Kristy could speak, she patted her forehead lightly: "My fault, grandma must also be a drunk who came up from hell, she may not remember what she did."

"...Okay, you put the car here and take my car."

Luke was defeated by the superb mother and daughter, frowned, motioned Christy to stop driving, come up and follow along, and there will be another funeral on the way to the province.

(End of this chapter)