Miss you, He Jiabao

"Dad, have you taken a fancy to Aunt Song Bai?"

"Children, what nonsense are you talking about... nonsense, nonsense!"

Han Aiguo almost slipped out the words in his heart.

Han Xiao is not stupid, he shook his head and said:

"I can see the way you look at her, which is the opposite of the way my mother quarreled, so from this alone, I can be sure that you like her."

"You little devil, what do you know? Why don't you analyze your 40-point paper?"

Han smiled shyly and said:

"Dad, let's discuss the matter. Don't be shy. My mother has already looked for it. There is no reason for you to be dressed alone like a chaste and strong woman. I have no objection. Aunt Song Bai is very nice and suitable to be a stepmother."

"As long as you know a lot, hurry up and finish your meal and do your homework!"

"Dad, why don't you like my mother?"

Han Aiguo raised his eyes to look at Han Xiao on the opposite side, and muttered a little:

"Why are you asking this?"

"Didn't I just want to learn from you and save myself from unnecessary detours in the future?"

Han Aiguo pouted:

"Some girls look like different people after getting married before getting married. I like the way your mother looked before getting married."

"What happened after my mother got married?"

Han Aiguo sighed slightly.

"Just like a housekeeper, who cares about this and that, and nagging about this and that, making me as uncomfortable as if Bai Suzhen married Fa Hai all day long. I don't even have any pocket money, and I have to watch it when I smoke. Her face, otherwise the roof will be toppled by her again."

Han Xiao nodded somewhat understandingly.

Then he said:

"Dad, it's also possible that you are not suitable for marriage."

Han Aiguo looked at him and said nothing. He was silent for a while and said:

"I think Song Bai is pretty good, not like your mother likes to care."

As he said that, his face was a little red, Han Xiao lowered his head and showed a smile, and finally said:

"Dad, even though you and my mother are separated, don't call her that bitch. After all, I'm still her son. It doesn't sound right."

Han Aiguo touched his ears and let out a hey.

2016.7.12

Han Xiao left the station at [-] o'clock in the morning, because his home is not very far away, and the high-speed train is very fast.

The scorching sun was shining outside, Han Xiao stopped taking the bus, and took a taxi back to the community. When he arrived, Han Aiguo just called to remind him.

Before the phone was hung up, the doorbell rang.

"Dad, Mom, I'm back."

Han Xiao's face was a little red from the sun, and his back was sweating a lot. He put down the bag on his back, and Han Aiguo helped him put the bag on the sofa.

Seeing his sweaty appearance, Han Aiguo couldn't help saying:

"You can come back earlier, it's not Chinese New Year, there are a lot of tickets, you just like to sleep in."

Han Xiao wiped the sweat on his neck with his collar, took a big sip of the cold white tea poured on the table, and said jokingly:

"You can come back early for breakfast, right?"

"Stinky boy!"

Han Aiguo hit him hard, as if hitting Han Xiao.

Han Xiao took an apple and went straight to the kitchen. His mother was washing the prawns. The smell was very strong. There was tofu and fish soup on the pot. The smell already made people salivate.

Han Xiao washed the apples, tilted his head and said:

"Mom, he cooks so many dishes. He celebrates his birthday every year. Why do he buy cakes without being so extravagant? He's grown up, and his teeth are rotten from eating cakes..."

Han Xiao's ears were pinched by Han Aiguo who came in, and Han Aiguo bluffed next to him:

"Stinky boy, what are you talking about? Your skin is itchy right after you came back, right? Who's grown up, who eats cakes and has rotten teeth?"

"It's me, it's me...hey, let go...it hurts!"

"Okay, Patriotic, let go quickly, your son will rarely come back, so you can't calm down."

Han Aiguo pursed his mouth and let go, leaving Han Xiao grinning secretly, nibbling on a big apple.

For lunch, the sweet and sour pork ribs and the salt and pepper prawns were very delicious. Han Aiguo and Han Xiao fought to eat together. Just like before, when it was time to eat, the father and son fought like a war.

"My mother cooks what I like to eat, why do you keep robbing me?"

Han Aiguo's chopsticks straight forked the pork ribs on the plate.

"Then I also like to eat. Today is my birthday again. As a son, shouldn't you be filial to Lao Tzu?"

After breaking up, the two of them fought for a while, and the chopsticks were about to fly out.

This year is Han Aiguo's 53rd birthday. Eighteen candles are stuck on the cake. Han Aiguo clasped his hands, facing the candlelight, and said shamelessly:

"This year again, I am still a young man, my wife is very good, but the children at home are a bit annoying, but life is still very promising!"

Han Xiao turned his face away, afraid that he couldn't help but blow out the candle for him in advance.

After eating the cake, Han Xiao helped clean up and wipe the table. There was still some time in the afternoon, and he was going to visit his mother's house, which was his biological mother's house.

Han Xiao's parents divorced when he was a child, and the one who lives with them now is Aunt Song Bai who later married Han Aiguo for the second time.

Aunt Song Bai is a very nice person and treats Han Aiguo and Han Xiao very well, so Han Xiao has always called her mother.

Although his parents divorced when he was a child, Han Xiao didn't feel much about it, but he still remembered his mother in his heart.

Knowing that he was going there, Han Aiguo packed some fruits and clothes for him and asked him to take them away with him. Knowing that he was busy looking for a job recently, he didn't want to keep him at home anymore.

"You take good care of yourself when you are away. If you don't have enough money, you don't need to tell me. If you need something, call back."

Han Xiao took the things, nodded his head and said, "Understood, thank you Dad."

"Mom, I'm leaving, you two are well at home."

"Hey, we know, be careful on the road."

"Okay, let's go."

……

When Han Xiao passed by, unfortunately, there was no one at home, so he took out his mobile phone and made a call, but no one answered, and wanted to send a text message, after thinking about it, he deleted every word.

His mother also had her own family. In this city, she gave birth to a daughter named Xiao Lu, who was many years younger than herself.

When I saw Xiao Lu last year, Xiao Budian's temper became more and more weird, and he stopped calling him brother, and he didn't want to talk to him too much. Her father had always been cold, and Han Xiao called him Uncle Zhang politely.

He stood at the door, and after about 5 minutes, Han Xiao left with his bag on his back.