Long time talent and deep love [entertainment circle]

The next day, there was the sound of pattering rain outside, like a music played in the early morning, which was particularly pleasant to the ear, and the picture in the dream was also particularly pleasing to the eye, not so gloomy anymore.

With a "hiss", Quan Zhilong suddenly woke up from his dream, while He Ercheng, who was leaning on his chest, was stuffed in the quilt all the time, feeling the thinness of the air, a strong emotion came up, and he directly lifted the quilt with his hands.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he suddenly felt a bad premonition. Sure enough, the surprised movements of the mother standing in front of the window stopped abruptly. The curtains were neither closed nor opened, and they were stuck halfway.

Seeing her son blocking the glare of the light, he waved his hand and hurriedly let her out, so she tiptoed out and closed the door.

When I bought the plane ticket last night, I only said that I would come back early, and I didn't say that He Ercheng would go home early, so there is nothing wrong with them showing up at home today, and even my mother came in casually as usual. Got into the room, ready to wake him up.

"Ouba, you didn't draw the curtains last night?" He Ercheng also woke up dazzled by the light outside.

"Well, probably." Quan Zhilong found the remote control of the drawer with his backhand, and closed the curtains automatically. Fortunately, it was electric, "Sleep for a while, it's still early."

He Ercheng changed his posture, pillowed on his arm, buried his shoulder, but his arm was still on his stomach: "It seems to be raining, I heard the sound of rain, spring is probably here, it has been raining recently .”

"kindness."

"Ouba, I have a headache. It's very uncomfortable now. Do you still have to go to work?" He Ercheng was moving around, not knowing what to do, it was like the alarm clock on the table, how could he continue Going to sleep, just answering her words, still requires the brain to work, and I can't relax and continue to sleep.

"You deserve it, who told you to drink so much?" Quan Zhilong scratched his hair and got ready, "Should I rub your temples for you, will it make you feel better? I almost vomited last night, um... Sober up soup? That's what Mom does when I'm hungover anyway."

"Who will do it for me, will you?" He Ercheng raised his head dependently, pushed back the hair that was blocking his eyes, and simply put his whole body on him, "Ouba, will you?"

"Come down, get off, you're crushing me." Quan Zhilong was like a cat, holding the clothes on his back and moving them away as soon as he wanted to.

"What's the matter?" He Ercheng was curious, didn't he like it like this, but he still got down and sat up, rubbing his messy hair, it was strange.

"The urine was all squeezed out by you." Quan Zhilong hurriedly slipped into the toilet, wanting to stay on the bed for a while, it's true.

"Tsk tsk tsk... You drank too much water at night, why is your face so swollen?" He Ercheng watched him wash slowly with a proud face, if he wasn't half-hearted, he would occasionally hold his phone while going in and out If he brushes it once, it will be over in 15 minutes. When he wakes up in the morning, he will procrastinate for a long time.

"That's not you. You told me to go to your place as soon as I got off the plane, and I have to toss for a long time before going to bed when I come back. You can't drink this kind of wine like this. You can't drink like this next time. Is your stomach still uncomfortable?" He reasoned After going over the route again, he blamed her again.

"Oh, it still hurts, didn't you mean to make me hangover soup? You should hurry up, I won't..." He Ercheng exaggeratedly made uncomfortable movements, but still stood at the door amused, "If you pour water again If you don't, it's probably going to be overwhelmed in the morning..." Youyou laughed at him.

"Hey... what's going on with you now? Can you give me some dignity." Quan Zhilong looked at her in the mirror, still afraid that he would do something, so he stood far away from the door.

She drank honey water before going to bed yesterday, drank so much wine, and emptied her stomach. Although she felt a little uncomfortable in the morning, she seems to be able to adapt completely now. She only complained of a headache when she just woke up.

"Does your head still hurt?" He cared unreservedly.

"Yeah." He Ercheng held her mouth aggrieved, looked a little cute, and nodded, "You have to love me so much, really."

"Who said no, wait, I will make you hangover soup, this will still be done." Quan Zhilong vowed, in fact, he had already greeted the mother who made breakfast downstairs on his mobile phone, He Ercheng needed Hangover soup, maybe there will be one after another.

Before he could fix it and change his clothes, He Ercheng said helplessly, "I'll go by myself and wait for you, I'm afraid I'll starve to death." She also despised him for being too slow, like a snail.

As soon as He Ercheng opened the door, he smelled a scent of rice, like fireworks in the world, but...

anyone?

He Ercheng hadn't gone downstairs yet, and was cautiously exploring the downstairs, when he suddenly heard a voice from below: "Son, it's all right, come down to eat quickly."

"Ah..." He Ercheng cleverly turned around and returned to the room, and closed it, ran to Quan Zhilong exaggeratedly and pointed downstairs: "Your mother is..."

"Well, it should be back from a trip." Quan Zhilong put on his socks calmly. It's normal. He said before that he went on a trip, or he went back to that home for something at home. Now she also leaves for some time, occasionally coming back It is reasonable to live with the children for a period of time, but his mother is here, why is she so exaggerated and so surprised?

He Ercheng was pacing back and forth, thinking about the way to go down, nervously carrying the bag next to the door, which contained the most precious computer and notebook. You can have nothing, but you can’t live without these, so you just stepped on the bag: "No, 36 counts is the best way to go. I'll get the suitcase when I get a chance, so I'll go first."

"Wait, where are you going? My mother is not scary. She made dumplings for you and took care of you in the hospital. Did you forget? Didn't she want to drink hangover soup? Didn't she have a headache or a stomachache?" Quan Zhi Long is strange, why everything is fine now...

He Ercheng leaned over, shook his hands, and said in a low voice: "You don't understand, we are just in love, and it's not a relationship that our parents have seen before. If we live together, your mother will look down on me, she will definitely miss me. It is a matter of rules to become an undisciplined person, hey ~ you are too young."

"I'm too young?" Quan Zhilong felt that what she said was strange. Who is "too young"? "Small sample~" Quan Zhilong muttered in a low voice, standing behind her, watching her sneaky appearance.

He already knew that the ugly daughter-in-law would see her in-laws sooner or later, and she couldn't escape today.

"Shh... cover cover." She waved her hand and became the commander in chief.

Quan Zhilong leaned on the corner of the handrail, watched, and made movements to help release the wind.

Through the gap between the stairs and the floor, He Ercheng saw Quan's mother who was still busy in the kitchen, with her back turned to this side at this time: "Great, hurry up." Holding the bag behind her hand, she was about to run away.

However, within a few steps, she came in from the entrance with a completely clear picture. She only paid attention to her mother in the kitchen, but ignored the others.

He Ercheng sat on the stairs wanting to cry but without tears, feeling as embarrassed as the end of the world.

Quan Duomei pointed at her and asked Xiang's brother, "what are you doing?"

I saw my younger brother standing there looking at her leisurely, and she seemed to be playing a game, weirdly cute.

He Ercheng laughed a little awkwardly, but he couldn't be so rude: "An Ning ha yo~"

"Er Cheng, come over for breakfast." Mother Quan seemed to know everything, calling her name in the kitchen.

"dai~~" He Ercheng stopped his escape plan and looked at Quan Zhilong behind him, like a rabbit caught in a trap, unable to get out.

"Go down and have breakfast, I'll come back after changing clothes." Quan Duomei urged, and winked at his brother again.

He Ercheng followed Quan Zhilong completely. As long as he sat wherever, then she could sit next to him. As soon as she saw He Ercheng, Quan's mother brought the hangover soup that her son asked for before: "Ercheng yesterday Drinking late?"

He Ercheng didn't feel well, she drank it, would Mommy Quan scold others?

He Ercheng immediately put on a gesture of admitting his mistake, and responded: "dai~~ I won't do it next time."

"It doesn't matter, it's okay to drink once in a while. It's just that you have just been discharged from the hospital not long ago, and you still think about your physical condition. Although you are young, you will recover quickly." When looking at his son, there was another face , "It should be hard when you get up."

He Ercheng looked at the spoon Quan Zhilong handed over leisurely: "Drink." But when it came to the word "young", he couldn't help but look at Quan Zhilong, why didn't he respond?Mother Quan's meaning is so obvious.

"Dai~ thank you." He Ercheng held the spoon tightly, and said words of thanks to Quan's mother.

When a burly man came down from upstairs, He Ercheng immediately got up from his seat and greeted him politely: "Aningha." That weak voice sounded terribly frightened.

He Ercheng concluded that such a majestic man is the head of the family.

Quan Zhilong laughed so hard that he rolled forward and backward, but was stared at by Quan's mother and Quan's father.

Father Quan smiled and waved: "Don't be nervous, sit down, treat it like your own home." He still had a newspaper in his hand.

Mother Quan put the meal in front of her son even more angrily.

He Ercheng complained in a low voice: "Why did you see me without surprise? As if you knew I was here? Ouba, you are still laughing, I am nervous."

"It's okay, just sit a little farther away." Quan Zhilong pulled her stool towards him, and the sound of the stool rubbing against the ground was very obvious.

Father Quan was very curious about the structure of his son's brain, and whether he could not make it so obvious.

"What are you doing..." He Ercheng smiled awkwardly at Quan's father, and explained, "He seems to be weird every morning."

Mother Quan said: "Not only that, he is very strange every day."

"Come closer to me, okay?" Quan Zhilong said, "Mom, I'm your son, how can you say I'm weird?"

Quan's mother sat down, just as Quan Duomei also went downstairs, sat beside Quan's mother, took a look, and asked, "Er Cheng, don't be busy now."

"Well, the work in hand is over, so you can spend the new year with peace of mind." He Ercheng responded with a smile.

Quan's father said: "That's good. After a year of hard work, it's time to take a good rest."

He Ercheng turned to Quan's father and said, "It's not hard at all, my job is quite easy, all I need is a computer."

Father Quan looked at his son: "How can it not be hard work? During the time we were not at home, you did all the housework and washed the clothes. The housework in this family can be tiring after a day. Dead man, when we came back and saw that the house was so clean, it must not have been done by this brat."

He Ercheng almost choked to death after drinking soup, how did they know that they lived at home these days, so they left the house for a short time because of her, she smiled again, but her claws had already stretched out to Quan Zhilong's thigh pinched fiercely.

Blame him.

Quan Zhilong rubbed in pain: "Mom, I haven't had time to talk to Er Cheng about this, I should be free."

He Ercheng thought, and said it face to face at the dinner table, if she refused, it would mean not giving face to the two elders.

Mother Quan added: "It is the atmosphere of the Chinese New Year. Zhilong has to work during the Chinese New Year, so we usually eat this meal early as a reunion day. I used to not like to eat at home, but now I am older. I just wanted to go home." I couldn't help but blame my son.

He Ercheng thought that parents would say that their children are older only when they are at the age of urging marriage.

The author has something to say: The youngest's status will soon be lost!