celebrity

I have proved by practice that hard work cannot create miracles, and neither can great efforts.

I smashed the anti-theft window with a stool for a long time, but the window bars could not be opened, and Astro Boy was attracted to me because of the noise.

This Astro Boy looks like a tall tower, wearing a black suit, and standing in front of me with a blank face, which is still a bit scary.

I... I couldn't beat him, so I had to throw the stool in my hand.

Astro Boy didn't wear sunglasses like those bodyguards on TV. His face was angular and very masculine.

He folded his arms and looked quite upset: "Young master, can you stop making trouble. The one downstairs is your grandpa, can he still lock you up for the rest of his life?"

"This is illegal detention," I leaned against the window, crossing my arms like him, "I want to call the police."

"Tch," Astro Boy sneered, "Call the police? Do you think it's useful?"

The wind blowing in from the wide open window was a bit cold, I turned around and closed the window with a "bang", and leaned against the wall in silence.

Let’s not talk about whether calling the police is useful, the main reason is that my mobile phone has been confiscated, and if I really want to call the police, I have nothing in my hand to call the police.

Seeing that I kept my head down and kept silent, Astro Boy knew that my words had worked, so he comforted me a few words, closed the door and left.

Listening to the sound of the door being locked, I felt in my heart that my life was worse than that of a dog.

Without freedom, you cannot have your own preferences.

They probably want a well-behaved puppet with the other end of the string in their hand, which they can manipulate at their mercy.

I once laughed at the TV series that Lao Tan watched, saying what age it is now, why there is such a feudal and old-fashioned big family, and the elders in the family are all abnormal.

I forgot how Lao Tan answered at that time, but now I want to understand a truth, art comes from life, and life is far more than art because of reality.

No matter how the screenwriter writes it up, it is fake, and the reality is often more terrifying.

The Huo family was like a vortex, descending on my head like a vortex. On the surface, it may look calm, but only when you are in it can you know the benefits and harms.

I feel exhausted physically and mentally, and all the excitement that I felt when the "Phoenix Snow" promotional video was released was gone.

I sat down against the wall and stared in the direction of the door in a daze.

I don't know how long it took, but there was a loud argument outside.

I vaguely heard a woman screaming sharply, and after a while, the voice became very close to me.

It's my mother.

She slammed a door near my room, "Is it here? Is it closed here? Chun Chun?"

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of slamming the door, the woman's inquiry, and the man's roar intertwined. I seemed to see hope, and jumped on the ground to get up. I almost slipped because of my eagerness.

I also slammed on the door from the inside, "Mom! Mom!"

A woman's equally eager voice sounded outside soon: "Chun Chun!"

The voice was separated from me by a door panel, and I heard her calling my father's name, "Huo Mingrui, I don't care what you do, let my son out immediately, I will teach my son myself, you don't need your father He locks up."

Then came my father's roar: "Baiyin! Stop making trouble!"

"Mom," I slammed the door hard, and a tremor rose from the beating place of my heart, "This is illegal detention, call the police!"

"Huo Chun, shut up!"

There was a commotion.

In the end, I was let out. My mother had no makeup, simple clothes, and messy hair, as if she had run away from home suddenly.

She looked at me with a complicated expression, and then protected me behind me like a hen guarding her calf.

In the living room, Huo Xiao and my uncle were gone, only the old man was trembling with anger: "Rebellion! You all want to rebel!"

"Dad," my mother stretched out her hand to hold my hand. Her palm was cold, with a layer of sticky sweat, but it was soft.She took me downstairs and looked at the old man, "I have always respected you because you are old and my father-in-law."

The old man gasped and stared at her, his bark-like face twitched, and his chest heaved violently.

My mother continued: "But I don't want to pursue what you have done to me for so many years. You look down on me and my two daughters, and now you have locked up my son again."

"And you," she said, turning her gaze to my father, "disappointed me."

After she finished speaking, she dragged me to the door. It seemed that the call to the police just now had a threatening effect. The old man was afraid that the matter would make a big fuss, so he let us go.

After going out the door, my mother quickly let go of my hand, pursed her lips tightly, took out the key and opened the car parked next to her.

After getting in the car, I realized that there was another person in the car.

My eldest sister was sitting in the back seat of the car with heavy makeup on, and when she saw me coming in, she asked anxiously, "Brother, are you alright?"

I shook my head wearily, leaned on the car seat and let out a bad breath.

She frowned and said, "Thanks to the elder brother who called home, dad doesn't care about it."

I didn't know how to reply, but fortunately she complained on her own: "But you can't count on him. I had my chin trimmed before, and the old man said I was immoral. I was so angry that I almost lifted the table. Dad didn't help me. say."

Our mother, who had been driving, suddenly said, "Tingting, please don't say a few words."

"What's the matter?" Huo Ting curled his lips and raised his legs in an unrefined way. Fortunately, there is enough space in the car, otherwise her knees would touch my legs.

Huo Ting is obviously a talker, she said to me: "Brother, you don't even know, our grandpa is a pervert. After my mother gave birth to me and my little sister, my health was not good, and he let my mother give birth like a reminder."

"Although our father is sometimes useless, he still has a position on major issues. He refused to let my mother continue to have children, and moved us out of the house. After this, grandpa still doesn't give up. I heard that he seems to want to Dad divorced mom and found a woman to have a grandson. Ugh—”

When she mentioned this, I thought of Gao Ge very uncomfortable, but I didn't speak, and listened quietly to Huoting.

Huo Ting talked a lot and was unrestrained. My mother stopped it twice but it was useless, so she had to go in the end.

Huo Ting also has a long-standing grudge against the Huo family, scolding the old man from beginning to end.To my surprise, when mentioning Huo Xiao and uncle, her tone softened a lot.

"Uncle's words are ugly, but he didn't do anything wicked. I really like my aunt, but it's a pity that grandpa doesn't like her."

Huo Ting snorted coldly when he said this, "I don't think he has anything he likes."

She was wrong, the old man liked applause, praise, and the sense of superiority of being looked up to.

He claims to be a celebrity in the upper class, and seems to want to create himself and the Huo family into a sacred and glamorous existence like a textbook, but he ignores that everyone has their own independent personality.

Not everyone wants to be a "celebrity".

In our place, this kind of thing with a bright surface and a dirty inside is called a donkey dung egg.

Mr. Huo must be the biggest one.

The car was soon in the garage, and my younger sister was still in high school and was staying at the boarding house, so there was only one aunt in the family besides the three of us.

Auntie was woken up by the sound of us entering the door, came out sleepily, and asked us if we were hungry and if we needed her to heat up the food in the refrigerator.

My mother threw the car keys on the cabinet at the entrance and said that we can come by ourselves, and let her go back to rest first.

Auntie responded in a daze, then turned and went back to the room.

Seeing that I was looking at my aunt, Huo Ting took the initiative to introduce me: "That's Aunt Zhang. She has worked in our house for a long time. When you just came home, she went back to her hometown to take care of her daughter-in-law."

"Yeah." I nodded my head as an answer, standing in the living room at a loss.

I didn't feel it in the car just now, but when I entered the door, I realized that I was uncomfortable. I didn't know what I should do at all, and it was far less comfortable than when I was with Huo Xiao.

My mother may also be a little embarrassed, she asked me to sit casually, saying that you talk to Ting Ting for a while, and I will go to the kitchen to heat up the dishes.

I looked at her back, couldn't help but called out to her mother, and said, "I'll go with you."

Huo Ting opened his mouth in surprise, "Can you cook, bro? I can't even turn on a natural gas stove."

My mother glared at her and said angrily, "I'm used to you."

She took out a few plates from the refrigerator, gave me two, and led me into the kitchen.

After closing the kitchen door, I couldn't hold back and asked her, "Did my brother call you?"

"Well," my mother turned on the natural gas, reached out for a plate of chicken wings without looking at me, "Chun Chun, do you... eat coriander?"

"I'm not picky."

She smiled and put the chicken wings into the pot, "Look at me, I don't even know what you like to eat."

The chicken wings dipped in the soup jelly made a sizzling sound when they went down into the pot, and a puff of steam came out. My mother poured some water into the pot, and finally turned her head to look at me.

Across the heat, our mother and son looked at each other speechlessly.

After a while, she spoke first: "Chunchun, I may have to apologize to you for what I said to you that day."

I am destined to be only a listener tonight, I watched her quietly.

"Huo Xiao actually called me very early, but I dawdled until so late to pick you up."

My mother reached out and brushed the broken hair around her ears, her eyes flickered.

"It's my mother who's sorry for you. You're not wrong. It's all my mother's fault. My mother is too selfish. She only cares about complaining to you about her difficulties over the years, and never thinks about your feelings."

"My Chunchun has suffered."

The water in the pot was almost boiled, and there was a crackling sound, as if she didn't hear it, she took two steps forward, "Can you forgive mom?"

Those words on the rooftop are still echoing in my ears, saying that women are fickle, but in fact men's feelings are also so.

She is my mother, my relative whose blood is thicker than water, and everything in me comes from her.

I can maintain my stubbornness and say that I don't love her, but the throbbing in my heart can't lie to myself.

That is a fresh heart, although it has been devastated and strong on the outside, but it cannot lose the ability to love, nor can it refuse the love it has been looking forward to.

I looked at my mother and said only one sentence: "You are my mother."

She covered her face and wept.

Huo Ting heard the movement running in from the living room, the phone screen was still on, and there was a faint growl of "Can you not give away the head?" She said in a particularly funny tone: "What's wrong? Why are you still crying? Woke up?"

My mother cried and laughed, and finally remembered to turn off the natural gas stove at the back first. Her eyes were red, she looked at me, then looked at Huo Ting, "Mom is happy."