life after death

Su Junping is not afraid of anything, but only one thing: a woman crying.There are three, six, and nine grades, and the first grade is his mother Yang Hong's cry.

I don’t know who instilled in him the feudal thought that women are made of water since he was a child. Even when he grows up and has seen many female men who equal one to four, he subconsciously feels that girls are all blue and white porcelain and tender tofu. He held it in his hand pamperedly and waited on him carefully.

Wang Wenjie had ridiculed him because of this point of view before: "Brother, you are lucky to be an only child. If you have a younger sister, you must be a dead sister! Do you understand dead sisters! Every time you destroy the world, you are the group of sisters!" "

Su Junping didn't know why Wang Wenjie had held grudges against his younger sister for a long time. He stood in front of the door, pawing the ground restlessly with both feet, staring at the small rug in front of his house, wishing he could poke ten or eight holes out of it. Just as he was about to stare cross-eyed, the door suddenly opened.

It was his father Su Wen who opened the door.

Yang Hong went to her grandmother's house, and was on her way back when she heard about his skipping class.

Su Wen was used to running around on business, so he naturally picked up the arrogant official tone. Su Junping despised him the most, so he sneaked past his father, threw his schoolbag on the sofa, and gave it to himself. Pour a glass of water to drink.

Su Wen was so angry that he slammed the door, strode over and scolded him: "Look at what you look like! Ah?! Students should behave like students, and spend all day with those dubious things Fooling around, what a shame to be fooling around! Look at your cousin’s brother, didn’t you see him last time?! America! A gilded doctor! Do you know where it is now? Japan! Look at yourself again! Take Look at you in the mirror! Who wants you! If it weren’t for your father and me having some money, and begging and begging someone to send it in, you think you can really get into No. [-] Middle School!”

Su Junping didn't speak, but just pulled the corner of his mouth, drawing a sharp front, which fully reflected the superb state of "Silence is better than sound at this time".

Su Wen wished he could be stuffed back into his mother's womb and rebuilt, so he picked up the water glass just now and splashed Su Junping all over his face.

Su Junping wiped his face, laughed in a low voice and said, "What are you afraid of? A glass of water is so boring. Use a cup, a glass, and hit it here." Su Junping pointed to his head with a smile and said, "Take it a little harder." Jin, don't be shy!"

His hair was pulled up, revealing a shallow scar on his forehead.That was when Su Wen hit him on the head with a ceramic cup, and he had another one in his hand, which was burned by a cigarette end. Since then, the relationship between father and son has not eased.

A child is not a dog, and a broken mirror cannot be round.

Adolescent boys grow upwards like bamboo. Su Junping is already over 1.8 meters tall. Su Wen looked at him and saw that he was holding his chin with one hand, and fanning the wind with the other hand, saying oh, it’s so hot. Those white arms faintly revealed the strength of the muscles.

It's not that Su Wen didn't want to fight, but he didn't dare to fight.

He has heard about Su Junping's glorious deeds in school many times, and the most common comments are that he is irritable, crazy and desperate in fights, and he bites whoever he catches.

He looked at his son, and put down the glass very resentfully and unwillingly.

Su Junping still held his chin high, his eyes full of provocation, until Yang Hong opened the door and came in.

Su Junping looked embarrassed for a moment, put his hands on his lap neatly, lowered his head and said nothing.

Su Wen finally found a punching bag, and that snort almost rushed out of the roof of their house: "Look at the good son you taught!"

Yang Hong didn't give him the slightest look, and dragged Su Junping's hand to the bathroom, first dried his hair with a hair dryer, and then called him into the room.

When Yang Hong's exquisite and beautiful hands passed through his hair, he let out a few comfortable screams, and was slapped lightly by his mother, and then he put away that bit of arrogance that didn't know what to do or what to do.

"You're pretty cool, but it scared me in the middle of the night." Yang Hong said.

Su Junping stood loosely, lowered his head and said, "Mom, I was wrong. I went to see my classmates."

"Is it necessary for you to go at such a big night to see classmates? Don't just open your mouth and make a bunch of excuses, reflect on yourself, and stay up all day like ADHD. Stand up! How many times have I told you to stand? .”

Su Junping immediately stood up straight, feeling that there is nothing to do in his heart.Her mother was practicing ballet back then, and her speech was as soft as her body after she had been engaged in art for a long time, and it didn't hurt to scold people.

But after all, it's his mother, so the superficial effort must be done.

Su Junping said: "Mom, I was wrong, don't be angry, I will definitely report to you next time, and report everything I do! Don't be angry, you will get wrinkles when you are angry, and it will not look good if you get wrinkles."

Yang Hong twitched her face, touched the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, glared at Su Junping, and said nothing.

Su Junping realized belatedly that he was flattering the horse's hoof.

Fortunately, Yang Hong knew the virtues of his silly son, so she said a few words to him, and let him go back to bed.

It was so early, Su Junping, who was used to staying up all night, couldn't sleep, he lay on the bed tossing and turning for a while, sneaked up, opened his notebook and started a game.

In the middle of the fight, he heard rustling noises from the next room, but he didn't care. It was nothing more than his parents had quarreled again, and the quarrel was nothing more than a cliché.His father would point at his mother's nose and say, "Your family relies on me to eat, to wear, to live, to live, to be raised, to give birth to such a worthless reward for me. If it weren't for me, you would have gone to the street and the northwest wind." up.Then his mother would throw things around in anger - it's nothing surprising, no matter how well-mannered a person is, he would want to slap Su Wen when he meets Su Wen.

Earlier, Su Junping wanted to help his mother out, but was stopped by his mother later. He was too young at that time, so angry that he couldn't eat for a few days. Now Su Junping has figured it out - the job of his incompetent uncle It was arranged by his father, his grandparents' pension insurance was paid in one lump sum by his father, and even the huge medical expenses for his mother's injury after practicing ballet were also paid by his father - Yang Hong is equivalent to selling herself to Su text.What kind of bullshit marriage, Su Junping pressed the enter key fiercely and thought: "I would rather die alone than get married in the future!"

At about two o'clock, Su Junping turned off the computer, pretended to go to the bathroom, and gave his mother a glass of honey water while sitting in the living room.

When Yang Hong didn't answer, Su Junping forced the glass into her hand and said, "Beauty, go to sleep, don't sleep for beauty sleep, be careful of wrinkles."

Yang Hong barely raised her spirits, and slapped him lightly on the side of the face: "Little bastard, believe it or not, I beat you, and I despised my mother for getting old so soon. When you talk about a girlfriend in the future, will you not be nice to me?" gone?"

"Why, I'm not looking for a girlfriend," he said with a smile, "If I'm looking for one, I'm looking for someone who is as beautiful as my mother."

"Why are you so talkative today? Huh? Go to bed, you have to get up for school tomorrow."

Su Junping shouted that you too, and rolled back to his room to sleep.

A good night's sleep, no dreams.

He got up in the morning to eat the Yanpi Wontons made by Yang Hong, and kept saying it was delicious. Yang Hong rubbed his hair with a smile.

"Don't do it, your hair is messed up." Su Junping said vaguely, "Where's Su Wen?"

"What Su Wen, that's your dad. He's on a business trip again."

Su Jun said calmly that as expected, God opened his eyes, this old man was on business all the year round, which made him feel much more at ease.

He quickly ate breakfast, blew a kiss to his mother, and ran to school like a gust of wind.

Su Junping was sitting next to the podium, he was the honorable left protector, it was a pity that he had long legs, a talent of later ages, and he was succumbed to a corner, his long legs were always huddled together, it was a bit uncomfortable, but he was used to it.

The girl behind poked his back.

Su Jun didn't raise his head: "Xiao Yiling, what are you doing?"

Xiao Yiling said: "Brother, you are really amazing! You didn't see Boss Xie's face yesterday! His face was so red with anger that he looked like a big crab. He cursed and swore that he would drag you into the administrative building record file and then go home and reflect for a while. Why did you change your mind at night and say that you just need to write a self-criticism?" She blinked mysteriously and said, "How many cards did your father give him?"

Su Junping said: "Send me a fart! It was Ah Lin who called yesterday. Boss Xie has never been nice to good students."

"A Lin?" Xiao Yiling frowned, and suddenly realized, "Oh, it's Chen Yilin. When did you have such a good relationship with the squad leader? It's okay."

Su Junping was hurt by her poke, and looked back at the wretched expression on the water creature's face, scared the left protector and turned back.